<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444</id><updated>2011-11-11T14:49:31.584+08:00</updated><category term='love is power'/><category term='mark my words'/><category term='from four to three'/><category term='credits to someone&apos;s FB'/><category term='i find skaters cool :D'/><category term='unlike him :D'/><category term='credits to Tumblr'/><category term='hope is love'/><category term='youtoldheroff :D'/><category term='been there done that'/><category term='Broken ; Indifferent'/><category term='you&apos;re worth my tears'/><category term='memories left unfold'/><title type='text'>I Let It Fall</title><subtitle type='html'>And as it fell, you rose to claim it..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>548</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3411091874911479704</id><published>2011-11-11T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:49:31.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5MK4YIrXuVQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O's not over yet. Soon it will. It's not over but I'm already nervous abt the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate this :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not that excited to know that it's gonna be over soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3411091874911479704?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3411091874911479704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3411091874911479704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-not-over-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5MK4YIrXuVQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-6471592885789131704</id><published>2011-10-04T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:15:33.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It breaks me to know that the ones who've asked me if I'm alright or not, wasn't you. I have no idea how you've been doing so far. Could you pls update me at least? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was doing fine until I saw another post from you. Obviously my heart races like before and yes, my heart starts to ache once again to know that I still have no clue about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-6471592885789131704?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6471592885789131704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6471592885789131704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-breaks-me-to-know-that-ones-whove.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-6997870400594669695</id><published>2011-10-04T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:24:23.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I'm able to accept anyone in my life, maybe not now. I don't need someone or anyone if they don't choose to stay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me years, years and not months or days, for someone like him to win my heart and trusted him to take good care of it. So do you think it's easy for me to let anyone in again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm talking abt trust here, it's not something that I could decide within a day. Unless if you're telling me to accept someone who's bound to break and crush me in an instant. Because I believe I could find one of those heartbreakers easily nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find someone like him it's.. Hais. I'll let Allah s.w.t decide what's best for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fwr1hm_oBxE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-6997870400594669695?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6997870400594669695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6997870400594669695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-sure-if-im-able-to-accept-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fwr1hm_oBxE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3579464934228842318</id><published>2011-09-25T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:58:27.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h84XHxelel4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I never would've made it very far&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know you got the keys to my heart~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3579464934228842318?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3579464934228842318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3579464934228842318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-never-wouldve-made-it-very-far-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h84XHxelel4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-8390654200801515050</id><published>2011-09-10T20:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:41:57.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)font-family:Georgia, Verdana, Arial, serif;font-size:12;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Good guys…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Are first and foremost, gentlemen.&lt;/strong&gt; They are polite, respectful, considerate and attentive to a woman’s needs. They open the door, pull her chair, lend their coat, offer to escort her home, pay for the dinner and kiss her goodbye on the cheek not on the lips. Good guys never cross the line of being inappropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Sense a quality woman from miles.&lt;/strong&gt; They adjust their approach accordingly because they realize the first impression is the most lasting one. What works with 90 % of the women they met before may not work with the 10 % of quality women out there. Good guys have a keen sense for those special women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Are not intimidated by strong women.&lt;/strong&gt; Good guys are not threatened by women who speak their minds, have different opinions, show passion or the causes they believe in or perhaps, earn more money than them. They see strong women as a gift to society because they are the ones who have the power to change things for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Never EVER use cheese lines or compliments to approach a woman&lt;/strong&gt;. The chances are she already knows she’s attractive and has heard it a million of times. Good guys don’t compliment physical attributes. They compliment woman’s mind…her intellect…or better yet…her soul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;They know that to keep a woman around, they have to stimulate ALL of her senses&lt;/strong&gt; – physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual. Good guys can satisfy a woman’s needs in every aspect of life and beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Don’t ever rush physical intimacy&lt;/strong&gt;. They understand the specialness of the act and prefer to invest in building the emotional and spiritual connections first. Once those two are established, the sexual connection will blow both of their minds away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Make love to a woman’s soul at the same time as her body.&lt;/strong&gt; Merging with her soul is their ultimate goal…not just a mere orgasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Are supportive to woman’s personal and career goals.&lt;/strong&gt; They understand the importance of individual growth outside the relationship realm. Good guys see their woman’s success as their own success. Therefore, they prefer to encourage her to move forward as opposed to oppress her desires for expansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Write cards, send text messages, buy flowers and cook dinners for a woman as an act of thoughtfulness&lt;/strong&gt;. Good guys don’t need an occasion to express their love. They just do it spontaneously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Keep their word&lt;/strong&gt;. If they promised to call, stop by, take you out or do anything else, they stick to their promise. If they are unable to fulfill their promise, good guys have a sensible explanation…not a lame excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Are not jealous.&lt;/strong&gt; Good guys don’t require for a woman to check with them every single hour, to give them detailed reports on who she’s speaking to on the phone, to document every one of her activities or to follow everywhere she goes. They are secure enough in themselves to need a constant reaffirmation of the status of their relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Are a woman’s best friend!&lt;/strong&gt; They know that to have a lasting relationship and consequently a lasting marriage, they have to build a solid base first…which is the friendship. Good guys are a woman’s Allie not her enemy in this crazy world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Are in touch with their romantic side.&lt;/strong&gt; They are not afraid to express their emotions, talk about their feelings, show their interest and do it in the most romantic ways possible. Good guys can make a woman’s heart melt from miles away just by opening their romantic side and letting the love flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Have achieved a balance in their lives on their own.&lt;/strong&gt; Good guys have invested enough time in all aspects in their development – family, education, career, health, hobbies, interests and sports. They are happy with who they are and are satisfied with their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Will find time and place for you no matter how busy and crazy their schedule may be.&lt;/strong&gt; Good guys never use the excuse, “Sorry, but I was busy with work.” If they want to be with you, they will move mountains, sail oceans, cross continents, fly countries and do anything they can to be with their special woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Don’t use past relationship disappointments as excuses&lt;/strong&gt; to why they don’t want to commit to a woman. What happened in the past, stays there. What’s important is the here and the now…and that is YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Are funny, goofy and spontaneous.&lt;/strong&gt; They can put a smile on your face and make you laugh without any effort. They can play goofy games with you without being immature. They can drop everything and take a road trip with you just because. The best memories are created in the spur of the moment and good guys are aware of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;See their woman as the most beautiful, glorious, magnificent and unique woman in the entire Universe!&lt;/strong&gt; Other beautiful women may catch a good guy’s eye but his heart and soul belong to her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Love animals&lt;/strong&gt;. They either own one or they just melt when they are around your puppy, your mother’s kitten or your friend’s bunny rabbit. Good guys who love animals show they are compassionate, loving, caring and considerate of other live beings in the world. That also means they will make awesome dads some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5em; MARGIN: 0px 0px 1em; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Have no ego.&lt;/strong&gt; Good guys are humble guys. They don’t need to beat themselves in the chest to show they are better, stronger, smarter, more successful or more handsome than other men. The ego is the enemy of good guys and they usually have it under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-8390654200801515050?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8390654200801515050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8390654200801515050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-guys-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5381774309140809113</id><published>2011-09-06T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:06:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so true, found it on Tumblr. Jan is found guilty of doing this. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're girls.&lt;br /&gt;We get jealous, we will hate that mother fucker who spams your facebook, we&lt;br /&gt;tend to assume things, our imaginations go wild. &lt;strong&gt;Every second you take to reply,&lt;br /&gt;thousands of things goes through our heads ; who you talking to? Is it that&lt;br /&gt;mother fucker bitch? We start assuming, and this is when we get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But&lt;br /&gt;then.. we’ll try &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;comfort ourselves&lt;/span&gt;, we’ll think back to our conversations and&lt;br /&gt;make ourself believe you ain’t that type of guy. So don’t disappoint us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5381774309140809113?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5381774309140809113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5381774309140809113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-so-true-found-it-on-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5309647661691718227</id><published>2011-09-05T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:53:58.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Within my book of memories&lt;br /&gt;Are special thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;And all the many nice things&lt;br /&gt;You often say and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turn the pages&lt;br /&gt;And recall each single thought,&lt;br /&gt;I realize the happiness&lt;br /&gt;That knowing you has brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are memories of the times we've shared&lt;br /&gt;Both bright and sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;There are memories of your kindness&lt;br /&gt;And your friendly thoughtful ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are memories of all those texts,&lt;br /&gt;we would write back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;When we would just get together,&lt;br /&gt;And talk of this or that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I recall these memories&lt;br /&gt;As I go along life's way,&lt;br /&gt;I find they grow more precious still&lt;br /&gt;With every passing day. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5309647661691718227?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5309647661691718227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5309647661691718227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/within-my-book-of-memories-are-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5689569489420613796</id><published>2011-09-05T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:49:57.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired of lying.. to everyone, to myself.&lt;br /&gt;When I see you, I remember all that we went through.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like you loved me one minute then the next, you hated my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you forget me&lt;br /&gt;do not look for me&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have &lt;s&gt;forgotten&lt;/s&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if each day&lt;br /&gt;each hour&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;br /&gt;you know where to find me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5689569489420613796?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5689569489420613796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5689569489420613796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-tired-of-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3167436991983002763</id><published>2011-09-05T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:43:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;What is love? Are your palms sweaty, is your heart&lt;br /&gt;racing and is your voice caught within your chest? It isnt love, it's&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You cant keep your eyes or hands off them, am i right?&lt;br /&gt;It isnt love, it's lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Are you proud and eager to show them offf? It isnt&lt;br /&gt;love, it's pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you want them because you know they're there? It&lt;br /&gt;isnt love, it's loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Are you there because it's what everyone wants? It isnt&lt;br /&gt;love, it's loyalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Are you there because they kissed you or held your&lt;br /&gt;hand? It isnt love, it's low confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you&lt;br /&gt;don't want to hurt them? It isnt love, it's pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you belong to them because their sight makes your&lt;br /&gt;heart skip a beat? It isnt love, it's infatuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you pardon their faults because you care abt them?&lt;br /&gt;It isnt love, it's friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you tell them everyday that they are the only one&lt;br /&gt;you think of? It isnt love, it's a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Are you willing to give all your favourite things for&lt;br /&gt;their sake? It isnt love, it's charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Does your heartache and break when they're sad? Then&lt;br /&gt;it's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you cry for their pain even when they're strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it's love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do their eyes see your true heart and touch your soul&lt;br /&gt;so deeply it hurts? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it's love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of&lt;br /&gt;pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it's&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you accept their faults because they're a part of&lt;br /&gt;who they are? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it's love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Are you attracted to others but stay with them&lt;br /&gt;faithfully without regret? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it's love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Would you give them your heart ,your life,your death? &lt;strong&gt;Think&lt;/strong&gt; abt it for a sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3167436991983002763?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3167436991983002763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3167436991983002763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-love-are-your-palms-sweaty-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1894754687904477393</id><published>2011-09-05T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:38:26.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"I don't think you ever really wanted me, you just didn’t want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;You couldn’t stand the sensation of loneliness running through your veins and I couldn’t stand not being a part of everything you were.&lt;br /&gt;You never loved me, you loved the feeling of being loved.&lt;br /&gt;You made me give up all I was to satisfy what you weren’t and everything that you didn’t have.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember you ever mean what you say, only you lying through your teeth to spare me some heart break but only when you felt like it was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I can see the shapes of awful words fall from your perfect lips and I still want nothing more than to hold you against my chest and kiss your hair, letting you fall into me and cry on my shirt as I have done to you.&lt;br /&gt;Now the roles are reversed and you spew me lies like ‘I’m okay, really.’ and ‘I don’t do it because I’m sad, I do it so I can see.’ but I was you and I know that’s bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;You are capable of seeing everything, you see those flying colors and you always have but now you can’t live without the heat of floating through clouds burning through your skin and I know it feels beautiful but it’s always life ending and I wish I could save you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could reach in and rip out what makes you ache so violently but I no longer have the privilege of seeing into your chest.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve restricted me, cut me off and you only keep me here when you need attention that you don’t feel you are receiving. I won’t be your backseat lullaby in times of trouble for much longer, I tell myself this but I know there sits no truth in it and so do you because you see the strength of the strings you’ve tied me with and there is no breaking loose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1894754687904477393?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1894754687904477393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1894754687904477393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-think-you-ever-really-wanted-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4176908417289453186</id><published>2011-09-05T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:35:20.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;when you don't know whether you really like someone alot or you love them, ask yourself why do you love this person,and if you cant find an answer.. that's true love because then, its never ending no matter what changes about this person you will always love them. know that whatever happens he’ll always be there for you. that’s what happened to me. i realised i never truly knew why i love a person and i figured out that it's because it's true and sincere which means it can never break no matter what that person does to you. and even if we're not meant together, my love for you will never end. Instead, it'll last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4176908417289453186?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4176908417289453186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4176908417289453186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-you-dont-know-whether-you-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-968180652520600276</id><published>2011-09-05T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:30:46.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title: [?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intro:D,B,G,A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here alone,&lt;br /&gt;gazing through the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;thinking about you girl,&lt;br /&gt;wishing you're right by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like the star,&lt;br /&gt;and im like the moon,&lt;br /&gt;let our heart shine together,&lt;br /&gt;and darkness slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night it seems that you're always,&lt;br /&gt;appearing in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it seems that you lock yourself in a room,&lt;br /&gt;crying all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you're lonely,&lt;br /&gt;you need somebody,&lt;br /&gt;i'll make you show your lovely smile,&lt;br /&gt;every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:G,D,B,A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i die,&lt;br /&gt;ill wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;till heaven,&lt;br /&gt;i'll love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby please,&lt;br /&gt;dont run away,&lt;br /&gt;till heaven,i&lt;br /&gt;'ll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--end--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! I found this on my desktop. This song was written either by Naen or Syaii. Forgot :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-968180652520600276?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/968180652520600276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/968180652520600276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/title-introdbg-aim-sitting-here-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7951778120973574640</id><published>2011-09-05T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:24:40.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;I went through a tough year moving on and putting on a brave face every time and every day. If only he knew how much I loved him. Oh Allah, I loved him so much with all my heart. I can never find a guy like him. Thank you for making one of my wishes happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting him was fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is not meant for me Ya Allah, grant him another better and good Muslimah for him ya Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7951778120973574640?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7951778120973574640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7951778120973574640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-went-through-tough-year-moving-on-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1699201245129771658</id><published>2011-09-04T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:30:46.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Draw the line and tell me, where do I stand in your life actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1699201245129771658?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1699201245129771658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1699201245129771658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/09/draw-line-and-tell-me-where-do-i-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-6298710418584583319</id><published>2011-08-31T01:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:27:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography/extraordinaryme/Photography/Picture11-1.png?o=258" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd411/extraordinaryme/Photography/Picture11-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ohyeah, I'm the stupidfool baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Yes it's true. The only thing that's left to remind me of you is gone. I threw it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I didn't realise it was a mistake until she told me that I should've keep that thing which is the only thing you owned that's with me. No, I didn't threw it away because I was mad or angry or whatever but I just felt like I shouldn't keep it any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I've told you that it was with me and you said that one day you'll come and collect it but I think that one day will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I can't differentiate whether those words you've said meant something or merely nothing to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If you really think we're special, then what does it tell you abt us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If you really think that you and I are acting the same way and always have the same thoughts, then why do you leave me hanging?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If you really think you need me to light up your life now and then, then isn't it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Idk how to feel anymore, seriously. I'm not totally pissed neither am I happy with what I saw. I felt a lil' stupid to think that you and I actually deserve a chance to be, you know. Ok maybe what I saw meant nothing because you've clearly stated that you just wanna be friends with her but.. I'm seriously f*cked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Is it time for me to let go? Has Allah reserved for me someone better? Are we just gonna be just friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So all these years of hoping and waiting has come to an end, is that it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Come on, prove me wrong dude. Prove to me that you're unlike any other and if you can't, I'm sorry if I've expect a little too much from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I've tried so hard to work this out so that we won't lose what we have but it seems that you couldn't careless. You aren't putting as much effort as I do so whythefcuk would I still care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't wanna say all this if I was treated the right way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But I don't hate you laaaaaa or anything. Maybe disappointed? I know it's not easy for you either &amp;lt;3 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-6298710418584583319?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6298710418584583319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6298710418584583319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/ohyeah-im-stupidfool-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd411/extraordinaryme/Photography/th_Picture11-1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3101228313850471551</id><published>2011-08-28T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T00:50:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Todaymorning-slash-yesterdaynight was totally fun. Thank Allah I made it to Qiyamullail if not, I'd have miss the opportunity to experience the serenity of staying up the whole morning doing prayers and du'a which can made you feel at ease throughout the Qiyamullail session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, I'm glad I've made it and with the enlightenment of my awesome peeps just made my whole day perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Met them at 10+pm at Kovan McD and headed to McD Hg Ave 8 after that. Watched soccer match which ended at 2+am I think. Sth happened and I laughed till I cried. Just too funny. Okayye then we walked to Al-Mawaddah and did the prayers till 5am, followed by Sahur. Went to a nearby 7-11 and back to Mawaddah for Subuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OMG! This time, I was soothed by the Imam's voice when he recites the pure verses of the Quran. Totally mesmerised to the extent where I felt that I could burst into tears any moment. #too amazing till I was speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After that, Farhan, Faiz and Firdaus went to religious class straightaway at En-Naeem and Rafi went home shortly after that. So left with me, Ray and Dan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Slacked, chitchat and pooof, homed by 8.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My morning didn't come to a waste definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tk best kalau kene label byk sgt etc );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3101228313850471551?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3101228313850471551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3101228313850471551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/todaymorning-slash-yesterdaynight-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4293880356371893406</id><published>2011-08-22T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T00:06:28.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After hearing and witnessing my friends who's having r'ship problems makes me think twice before falling into any serious commitment. But then I'm sososo proud of them because they're so patient with their partner *salute* Not many guys can be like them ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine myself with you in the same situation. But it's not that simple, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Because when one party is at rage, anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;They tend to have an irrational way of thinking and do things without giving it a deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true we never had any serious conflict throughout these years. We have never fought. Instead, it was more of the playful kind of tease. Situation may change anytime once and if we're labelled as an item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you're treating me, Would it stay the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4293880356371893406?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4293880356371893406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4293880356371893406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/after-hearing-and-witnessing-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4822251972654081269</id><published>2011-08-15T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T00:00:46.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;17 times. Never in my life have I ever received this much on that day. That is so unlike him. I wonder, what has gotten into him. Like seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:;"&gt;Buang tebiat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:;"&gt;After I promised myself not to give in, I won. Hoho. He came searching for me this time.. He's not always like this but ohhwells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:;"&gt;Thank God he still have that sense of guilty and realised that I was mad at him. So yeah, I was deprived of sleep as a result of entertaining him through the night-slash-morning. Had only 2 hours of sleep and I swear, I couldn't imagine how on earth did I manage to stay awake in school the next day with only 2 hours of sleep. Awesome. But it was worth it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:;"&gt;You have no idea how much it meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4822251972654081269?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4822251972654081269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4822251972654081269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/17-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-615805779085737249</id><published>2011-08-12T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:51:15.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bet you still remember and hellyeaaaaaaaaah, I was right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-615805779085737249?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/615805779085737249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/615805779085737249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-bet-you-still-remember-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-83949022937304461</id><published>2011-08-10T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:00:41.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The reason wasn't because you've hurt me, no. You never did. It was because you've treated me so well and reality slapped me in the face with the fact that you and I are so close and full of memories yet still.. Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm afraid that I'm not the reason why you smile or laugh anymore. I'm afraid that another girl might take over my place and then, I will not matter to you. You'd push me away from your life. Your feelings towards me might change, what if you begin to think I'm sucha bother in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don't wanna lose you. Tell me you're gonna stay forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When you said that one word I've been hoping to hear, I knew. I just knew you won't. But who knows, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-83949022937304461?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/83949022937304461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/83949022937304461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/reason-wasnt-because-youve-hurt-me-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5215666068957172972</id><published>2011-08-09T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:39:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okayye fine. If this silent treatment is what you're going to give me, I'm gonna accept it. I'm gonna delete your contacts so that I won't have the urge to text you. Let's see how far will it takes for you to realise and come back searching for me. Ohhwait, I don't think that'll happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't make me go to the extent where I will not give a damn abt you okayye. I've tried to be nasty but you told me that I'm not that mean enough, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So here it is. Gimme a chance to show you my nasty side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not gonna be nice to you anymore. Take this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5215666068957172972?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5215666068957172972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5215666068957172972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/okayye-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3939717175567116290</id><published>2011-08-09T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:32:56.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you think I'm tired of you, I wouldn't have replied to your text or entertain you and your crap. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wouldn't have even cared about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Basically I would've have just ignored you Bulb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3939717175567116290?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3939717175567116290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3939717175567116290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-you-think-im-tired-of-you-i-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1071237575055202541</id><published>2011-08-09T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:01:12.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There you go, are you satisfied now for the fact that I've shed another tear because of you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apa lagi yg kau nak aku lakukan supaya kau sedar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To think that you actually tried to find time to reply me despite of your hectic schedule but took a long time to do so, confuses me. ohgawdddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1071237575055202541?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1071237575055202541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1071237575055202541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-you-go-are-you-satisfied-now-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-8545811898472163680</id><published>2011-08-09T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:55:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That hope I had since I've set my eyes upon you, it will ignite no matter how bad the situation might seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I felt sth different in me now. It doesn't hurt me like before. Yeah, I think it's because I'm used to it. Numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really feel like 'killing' myself whenever I fail to attend to you right away because I don't wanna make you wait. And I know I might lose the opportunity to have a conversation with you. I hate it ok when it comes to this. Wasn't on purpose anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But sometimes I tried telling myself to give it a try not to reply, I can't seem to myself into doing that. No. Yes I'm that weak when it comes to you. I don't wanna feel that tinge of regret of blowing that chance away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll try so hard even if that means to use my Mum's phone, which you've already saved that no. Get caught alr but who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you realise how much sacrifices I've made already? Do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-8545811898472163680?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8545811898472163680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8545811898472163680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-hope-i-had-since-ive-set-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1846502359347359806</id><published>2011-07-22T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:40:48.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Damn, I miss Hyqel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Happy Belated Birthday! Kakak will always pray that you'll do well in your studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hope you won't get angry at me when I stopped giving you tuition all of a sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1846502359347359806?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1846502359347359806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1846502359347359806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/07/damn-i-miss-hyqel.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1519102050481366303</id><published>2011-07-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:26:07.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pengorbanan seorang adik untuk abang, tidak terkira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I miss Brahhh laaaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1519102050481366303?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1519102050481366303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1519102050481366303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/07/pengorbanan-seorang-adik-untuk-abang.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-2153418291264253576</id><published>2011-07-22T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:24:54.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Why are you treating them nicely despite the fact that you're unhappy with them? Anyway, I respected you for that because you did something no one else will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;C'mon, most guys will avoid them but you.. You didn't push them away just like that and still maintain that friendship with them. It just shows your character, the positive side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I want to apologise if somehow, I wasn't there for you at any time. It breaks me to know how you really felt and I swear, eversince I've known you, all I want is for you to be happy. Even if your happiness doesn't lie with me. #just saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You could've just told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I know that all these while, while you're trying to make other people happy, you didn't get happiness of your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You should've tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But thank you, thank you for giving me a chance to be a part of your life and that, to be the light in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Two bulbs shine brighter than one baybehh ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Okayye, here's a post after sososooooooooooo long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There you go Att. A post. But not abt the disappointment yet. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-2153418291264253576?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2153418291264253576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2153418291264253576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-are-you-treating-them-nicely.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4725306110010059382</id><published>2011-07-17T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:44:09.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Every seventeenth is significant to us.That's when you first started to acknowledge my presence and it's your big day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Throughout those 39 months of whatever-ship you called it, never once have we fought or quarrelled. Instead, we shared every possible ups and downs and thanks for being there when I needed you. And also, for that 39 months I've been going against my feelings for you, which of course, is a tough ride for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I know is that, I keep coming back to you. Idk why. Do you have the answer to that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This year is different. I thought of not wanting to wish you to let you feel how it felt to be forgotten for a while since I've wished you every year w/o fail. Seriously, I just couldn't bring myself into doing that. I gave in to myself. I don't want you to think that I don't care abt you anymore when I actually do and always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What do I get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;From there, I understood why and I can accept that. But come to think of it, it hurts me. What if one day, we start to drift apart? I told you before, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't bear losing you&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you'll rmbr that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everything you do will somehow or rather affect me, my whole self. You're worth my everything. Well, that's what I know of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now, all I've got to do is just hold all this feeling in. For how long? Idk when. I don't even think I have the courage to tell you for once abt how I really feel. &lt;b&gt;I'm scared of what might happen if I do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4725306110010059382?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4725306110010059382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4725306110010059382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-seventeenth-is-significant-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-8125600836832923254</id><published>2011-05-08T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:25:09.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He wished me a Happy Mother's Day.. So cute-slash-sweet la he. And I'm touched. lol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then he wished my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I feel him. It must be disappointing and sad not to have the chance to meet your Mama. Patience, K (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thanks for spending a little of your precious time on me even though you had to rush back in to your camp today &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thank youuuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But still, I'm gonna miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And the subject term you used, whuch is WE, kept me wondering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, the strawberry ain't sweet enough though (; Haha, rmbr the promise ayye &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Iloveyou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Always do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-8125600836832923254?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8125600836832923254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8125600836832923254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/05/he-wished-me-happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5068297593386622953</id><published>2011-04-17T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:22:37.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>evenwhenhedoesnttalktome,thereshappinessinsideme.becauseiknowhesthere.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hispresencemademe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5068297593386622953?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5068297593386622953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5068297593386622953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/04/evenwhenhedoesnttalktomethereshappiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3283669966433701896</id><published>2011-04-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:14:49.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;when home doesn't feel like home anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3283669966433701896?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3283669966433701896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3283669966433701896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-home-doesnt-feel-like-home-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1068345486877121750</id><published>2011-04-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:52:33.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/p3wTFQMWMG0"&gt;http://youtu.be/p3wTFQMWMG0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1068345486877121750?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1068345486877121750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1068345486877121750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/04/httpyoutu.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4129772414235803210</id><published>2011-04-17T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:50:22.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-aXbjZJEI8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-aXbjZJEI8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4129772414235803210?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4129772414235803210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4129772414235803210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/04/httpwww_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-768727296120828301</id><published>2011-04-17T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:49:50.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z25I1KOB8OM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z25I1KOB8OM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-768727296120828301?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/768727296120828301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/768727296120828301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-6562672651858914873</id><published>2011-04-17T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:48:08.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fuhh~ There's dust accumulating in my blog. It's been a long time since I update this.. No one's gonna read this anyway but nehmindd.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Life's been such an ass. Messed up, confused and stressss. MYE's coming sooooon. Too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-6562672651858914873?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6562672651858914873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6562672651858914873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/04/fuhh-theres-dust-accumulating-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1964973409363735767</id><published>2011-03-31T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:35:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't ever mention that i don't understand. mind you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1964973409363735767?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1964973409363735767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1964973409363735767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-ever-mention-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-8148106555714429406</id><published>2011-03-31T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:29:18.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>straight in ya faceeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-8148106555714429406?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8148106555714429406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8148106555714429406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/straight-in-ya-faceeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-8727426894737885491</id><published>2011-03-31T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:28:34.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fine, i shall not rant anymore. but let me get this straight, it is NOT something that you could laugh at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-8727426894737885491?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8727426894737885491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8727426894737885491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/fine-i-shall-not-rant-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3513006170971818469</id><published>2011-03-31T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:26:42.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>otak taruk pt lutut. siaaaak. geram pe sia akuuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3513006170971818469?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3513006170971818469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3513006170971818469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/otak-taruk-pt-lutut.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-8562056158860473062</id><published>2011-03-31T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:25:44.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fcuking hurts me, right naoooo. WHAT'S SO GREAT ABT ALL THIS? you think this is a joke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-8562056158860473062?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8562056158860473062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8562056158860473062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/fcuking-hurts-me-right-naoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-6830858004656445117</id><published>2011-03-31T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:24:31.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks. because of you all, i've shed my tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-6830858004656445117?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6830858004656445117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6830858004656445117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-9041700406828917811</id><published>2011-03-31T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:24:16.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>puckyoupuckyou. aslkdfnfkjeiowpkfj. somebody, help me. i can't take it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-9041700406828917811?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/9041700406828917811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/9041700406828917811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/puckyoupuckyou.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1998542342450770156</id><published>2011-03-31T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:22:56.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iduncare. go to hell with your explanations. wtf. sorry ain't enough. it's my pride that you're playing with, GET IT ASSHOLES?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1998542342450770156?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1998542342450770156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1998542342450770156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/iduncare.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7744231795457886848</id><published>2011-03-31T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:21:34.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fat hopes. idiot. i swear i'm not gonna smile tmr. fcuk you all. assholes. guys will be guys. nbcb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7744231795457886848?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7744231795457886848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7744231795457886848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/fat-hopes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5413320655358280405</id><published>2011-03-18T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:24:04.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby, i'm loving how it feels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looking in your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh, it sends me chills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all down my spine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5413320655358280405?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5413320655358280405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5413320655358280405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-im-loving-how-it-feels-looking-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4169777756706611930</id><published>2011-03-18T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:20:45.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;youknow what. i just love you to bits, K.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4169777756706611930?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4169777756706611930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4169777756706611930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/youknow-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4503080557883815002</id><published>2011-03-18T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:16:24.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not prepared for another heartbreak. i don't wanna get disappointed by having high hopes. so, ya. i shall not expect anything from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;but.. haiyaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4503080557883815002?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4503080557883815002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4503080557883815002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-prepared-for-another-heartbreak.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5992896712335075879</id><published>2011-03-18T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:19:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;you're my drug. irresistable and.. addictive. i can't go on without contacting you. i can't stand it. it's just two weeks and my hands kept fidgeting, having the urge to text you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;alhamdulillah, you're home. well, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5992896712335075879?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5992896712335075879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5992896712335075879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/youre-my-drug.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4280668268921095724</id><published>2011-03-18T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:05:56.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;this feelings i had, is never the same like how i used to feel when i met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;it will never be the same anymore. how sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4280668268921095724?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4280668268921095724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4280668268921095724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-feelings-i-had-is-never-same-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4066937528705816716</id><published>2011-03-18T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:03:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/allpopular/baylee1234_02/love-1-1.jpg?o=56" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp300/baylee1234_02/love-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ahhh! He surprised me with a text. He texted me once he reached home from his camp. SWEET KAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I swear I'm soooo proud of him, omg. Congratulations! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And he is so cute plsss. He made my day obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thank you. You've answered all my doubts. Such a relief~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I didn't regret sending those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I guess I've not yet moving on.. DOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can't get you&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt; out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Perhaps, 'he' is just my crush[?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4066937528705816716?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4066937528705816716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4066937528705816716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahhh-he-surprised-me-with-text.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-571575795406899812</id><published>2011-03-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:40:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the difference makes it worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-571575795406899812?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/571575795406899812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/571575795406899812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/difference-makes-it-worth-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4955146133863008939</id><published>2011-03-06T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:38:58.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LISTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1B8FkJkKmY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1B8FkJkKmY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4955146133863008939?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4955146133863008939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4955146133863008939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/listen-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7805799575817278046</id><published>2011-03-06T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:38:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another day, another waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;i want to  hope but sometimes i just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;so we sing a lullaby to the lonely hearts tonight~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just know there is a purpose&lt;br /&gt;for those who wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7805799575817278046?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7805799575817278046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7805799575817278046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-day-another-waiting-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-6077321901747575698</id><published>2011-03-06T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:34:49.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another two years is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-6077321901747575698?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6077321901747575698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6077321901747575698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-two-years-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3907521340170975924</id><published>2011-03-05T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T19:15:55.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;she noticed, friends noticed, he noticed, seems like everyone noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt; disturbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3907521340170975924?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3907521340170975924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3907521340170975924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-noticed-friends-noticed-he-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-2195691307805474298</id><published>2011-03-04T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:35:15.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Only I know myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; the reason why for the sudden breakdown in school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can't believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why would I?! It's not as if he..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-2195691307805474298?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2195691307805474298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2195691307805474298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/only-i-know-myself-reason-why-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4081674267436260097</id><published>2011-03-04T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T19:12:40.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, starts a new beginning for me.. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4081674267436260097?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4081674267436260097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4081674267436260097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-starts-new-beginning-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1196791525029637514</id><published>2011-02-11T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:10:32.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wash away all those guilt~&lt;br /&gt;i'm here for you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1196791525029637514?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1196791525029637514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1196791525029637514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/02/wash-away-all-those-guilt-im-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-2519595989144615393</id><published>2011-02-07T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:11:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep waiting for the moment you're going to man up and tell me , you've never love me before and never feel the same way I do.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not the only one that matters in your life. Tell me, I'm just an acquaintance in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-2519595989144615393?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2519595989144615393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2519595989144615393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-keep-waiting-for-moment-youre-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5548070436679683</id><published>2011-02-07T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:07:06.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="heartache Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm259/myra13fatin/photography/myhearthurts5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Yet the more I forced myself not to think about him, the more powerful the images became&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;The point is, that there's no man alive who can honestly say those words and mean them. It just isn't possible, so there's no use trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;But that doesn't mean that you should ever stop doing your best to let them know how important they are to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5548070436679683?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5548070436679683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5548070436679683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/02/yet-more-i-forced-myself-not-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm259/myra13fatin/photography/th_myhearthurts5.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1671206086349546298</id><published>2011-02-07T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:03:37.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae250/itsjustshiloh/MostlyPhotography/2180363a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpI_WxtKUBk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpI_WxtKUBk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1671206086349546298?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1671206086349546298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1671206086349546298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/02/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae250/itsjustshiloh/MostlyPhotography/th_2180363a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-6240731321971272634</id><published>2011-02-07T18:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:35:28.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography/myra13fatin/photography/badthought.jpg?o=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm259/myra13fatin/photography/badthought.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She views the world&lt;br /&gt;through a prism of black and white,&lt;br /&gt;right and wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Soon, just soon,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be away, For 2 years. I don't know if I can hold on anymore, or&lt;br /&gt;worse,&lt;br /&gt;let it go without giving a fight. I keep asking myself what'd&lt;br /&gt;happen&lt;br /&gt;to us&lt;br /&gt;during that span of time and after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are we going to be&lt;br /&gt;drifted apart? Or still continue like what we are now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or the best would&lt;br /&gt;be, will our fate change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will always pray&lt;br /&gt;for you. I swear I'm gonna be the happiest girl in the world if you'll&lt;br /&gt;change.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And would be more happy if you'd want to continue to&lt;br /&gt;study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember what we have vowed, We're going to&lt;br /&gt;go far together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm gonna help you&lt;br /&gt;in every way I can, I promise. I don't mind going through all this hurdles&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;life with you. I want to be there for you, in times of joy and&lt;br /&gt;sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even if we're just&lt;br /&gt;gonna be friends after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would really&lt;br /&gt;really really want to see you happy with your life and never regret all&lt;br /&gt;those&lt;br /&gt;actions you've taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love you, more&lt;br /&gt;than you'll ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-6240731321971272634?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6240731321971272634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6240731321971272634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-views-world-through-prism-of-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm259/myra13fatin/photography/th_badthought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5814386402556957559</id><published>2011-01-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:52:31.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I gotta admit, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rumours&lt;/span&gt; spreads faster than the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5814386402556957559?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5814386402556957559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5814386402556957559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-gotta-admit-rumours-spreads-faster.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7819304083445057809</id><published>2011-01-01T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:02:05.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been wanting a beanie [or whatever it's called] for months. Saw it in Nu's blog, making me jealous. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7819304083445057809?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7819304083445057809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7819304083445057809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-been-wanting-beanie-or-whatever-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7990621434056262514</id><published>2011-01-01T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:53:37.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy" target="_blank" o="'12"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt209/msparrie/new%20year/907a5287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeahh, true D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Happy 2011 to all readers out there! Especially to all my beloved ones (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There's a few things I'd like to bring out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Firstly to the three of you [won't be listing out names] I appreciate all the things you've done :D And I don't want our friendship to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To A, I can't deny that I've been a judgmental person abt your behaviour. I know and am aware that you've changed, a LOT, even if it's for the worst, I know deep down you're still the fun-to-be-with and outgoing person I've known. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To the other A, I know I'm sucha hard-headed person. Anyway, don't assume I'm angry or whatever when I'm not. You should know by now what'd make my patience tick off :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*After I wrote this, pls eh, jgn kata yg kau suka assume, all those stuffs -.-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Refrain frm being guilty all the time and overthink things [like what you've told me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If it happenED, get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bare in mind that doesn't mean you can't make things right the nxt time, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don't always care what other ppl MIGHT think/say of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want you to let it overpower you and make you forget to fulfill your own happiness because you want to make others feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Never ever neglect your feelings pls. Last but not least, don't be afraid to love again * winks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To N, HEHEHE. I wanna pinch your chubby cheeks like wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've read your blog and agree with your 2011 motto 100% . *Prays hard you can achieve it! JY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thank you for the years of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh c'mon, you're not a sucker for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jerks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just don't know how to appreciate you and your presence as a whole. I repeat eh, they're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jerks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hate them for breaking your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To you too, don't be afraid to love again, because when God knows you're ready to love, he'll find you the Mr Right that you've been looking for ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wish you three all the best for your future endeavours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And to my gay partner, goshh.. I think I'm gonna say this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think we're better off being friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love you too much till I don't want to lose our friendship, and I had to sacrifice my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because I'm afraid of the upcoming consequences that I might face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;idk, i think i'm still in dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Once again, thank you lovelies for making my 2011 a memorable one (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Much love, Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;p/s: I love you all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2011 Resolution: Be patient,&lt;br /&gt;everything will come in hand in the end (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7990621434056262514?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7990621434056262514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7990621434056262514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2011/01/yeahh-true-d-happy-2011-to-all-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt209/msparrie/new%20year/th_907a5287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1399501603248004732</id><published>2010-12-25T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:55:15.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1399501603248004732?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1399501603248004732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1399501603248004732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-is-sustained-by-action-pattern-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-8329613424406032678</id><published>2010-12-25T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:04:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a slow unraveling.. of all that a person once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many ppl are given that chance? To have someone you love fall in love with you over and over..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-8329613424406032678?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8329613424406032678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8329613424406032678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-slow-unraveling.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5290518819947626876</id><published>2010-12-25T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:55:24.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yet the more I thought abt it, the more I sensed not only the displeasure in an absentminded lover, but the traces of a melancholy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like what I've expected, when I wanted to forget&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;him, he always appear right in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He made his first move today. Amin! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My FB chatbox popped right up when I wanted to click on the logout button. It was him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's weird. I felt the adrenaline rush in me, till it made my hand sweaty and so was I. The feeling is heavenly.. The same feeling I had when we had our first chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He asked me why I haven't sleep yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I told him, not unless you talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He told me he's aware of that, he knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I asked how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He said he purposely wanted to test me how long I'd stay online waiting for him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will, even if it takes forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iloveyougay :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5290518819947626876?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5290518819947626876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5290518819947626876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/yet-more-i-thought-abt-it-more-i-sensed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3195762579353716132</id><published>2010-12-24T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:54:38.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/vintage" target="_blank" o="'104"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 119px" border="0" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s118/princessash24/Photography/ygfgh.jpg" width="241" height="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm still holding on.. Oh shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every 11:11 that I come across with, I wish the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing even though the slightest part of me believe that it won't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was reading far more into the incident that it deserves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3195762579353716132?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3195762579353716132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3195762579353716132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-still-holding-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s118/princessash24/Photography/th_ygfgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-194360671384301262</id><published>2010-12-24T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:55:10.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/vintage%20photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vintage Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i1037.photobucket.com/albums/a452/Shay_Harper/70-photography-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I admit. My blog is dead unlike Nadd's Tumblr -.-" HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, I've been wanting to update but I'm plain lazy. Sorry yeah. I doubt anyone is reading my blog anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This feeling.. It's just too overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-194360671384301262?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/194360671384301262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/194360671384301262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-6399796699321048993</id><published>2010-12-13T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:23:16.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photography Girl Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm259/myra13fatin/photography/light.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Because I'm not the type of girl guys fall in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-6399796699321048993?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6399796699321048993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/6399796699321048993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-im-not-type-of-girl-guys-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm259/myra13fatin/photography/th_light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5324088839179902794</id><published>2010-12-13T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:19:44.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 290px" border="0" alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i792.photobucket.com/albums/yy209/EmilyMoorePhotography/Abstract/momsBirthday084.jpg" width="578" height="523" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dreamt of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, surprisingly. He looked freaking sweet and charming *melts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to tell you something.. Real bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5324088839179902794?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5324088839179902794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5324088839179902794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dreamt-of-him-surprisingly.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i792.photobucket.com/albums/yy209/EmilyMoorePhotography/Abstract/th_momsBirthday084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4409439589950897605</id><published>2010-12-05T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:35:04.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What a suckish day I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bye Tom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sometimes I think that I hate you more than I love. I'm sorry. Seems like I've given you my everything but you returned me back with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;. I am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I need someone to talk to, real bad. I thought that I was happy with my life for once, but everything came crushing down in a second )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am scared. Scared of not being the greatest person you thought I once, was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;nbcb, fml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4409439589950897605?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4409439589950897605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4409439589950897605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/sucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-773958737526107276</id><published>2010-12-04T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:38:44.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He txted me ystd :O :O :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am so sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My mum saw it today and she nearlyyyyyyyyyyy know abt.. US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Heh heh heh. Now, I've 2 FB account to manage; mine and his -.- (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-773958737526107276?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/773958737526107276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/773958737526107276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-txted-me-ystd-o-o-o-i-am-so-sorry-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-8472275553859368558</id><published>2010-12-03T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:35:35.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 268px" border="0" alt="Silouette Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i921.photobucket.com/albums/ad51/Samantha-182/Photography/5.jpg" width="483" height="915" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CB SIA THIS GUY! Make me angry only! xD URGHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-8472275553859368558?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8472275553859368558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/8472275553859368558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/cb-sia-this-guy-make-me-angry-only-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i921.photobucket.com/albums/ad51/Samantha-182/Photography/th_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1514235649935945695</id><published>2010-12-03T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:19:03.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok.. After the outing, the inside jokes seems to have an effect on everyone. I swear it's funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yeahyeahyeah, I'm sarcastic. And you're vulgaristic. Yey, I've made a new word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I like it how guys can be so open abt their relationship issues and share it. Seems easy for them to let it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lesser dramas (Y) One of the reasons why I like guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If your friends don't, then who did? I'm sure sth must have happened till you have that kind of perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To be continued, I wanna know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Merepek sak! Might as well kau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nmpk nah sey kau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tkpe uh, mls nk berbual -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All sealed :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1514235649935945695?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1514235649935945695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1514235649935945695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3854468672296395392</id><published>2010-12-03T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:14:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Tsk! *Jeling tajam maut punya* Kau gi panggil dier sendiri uh!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAHAHA. Inside joke. Sorry uh eh :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank God, he don't have my blog link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went for netball and there's only 9 of us, pathetic much [?] Did our usual stuffs. Then when I did my push up, ade jeeeeeee org nk comment -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chatted with this guy frm my school, first time because didn't talk in school at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok.. It was funny. He thought that I was in sec 2 -.- And thought that I'm high on drugs/smoke/beer [?] AND call me an idiot. Walaoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3854468672296395392?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3854468672296395392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3854468672296395392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/12/tsk-jeling-tajam-maut-punya-kau-gi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7265686819822988592</id><published>2010-11-30T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:59:36.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/beach" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 489px; HEIGHT: 451px" border="0" alt="Beach Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab260/psalmerickson/DSCN1914.jpg" width="737" height="648" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okayye.. That's none of my AWESOME LOVELIES. Just the beach that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Soooooooooooooooooo.. It was a blast with the LOVELIES. With a capital B! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Awesome, I love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okayye, so basically we went to Sentosa. Hehehh. Has thousand and one reasons to smile, laugh and joke about, go LMAO or ROFL, whichever you want, like seriously. Swam [only the boys], ate, chatted, joked, soccer-ed [ my other ankle hurts, thanks eh R!] , snapped epic pictures and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After eating, wanted to go NEX but didn't because some need to go off early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'One for all, all for one', katekan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Something happened at MRT Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Otw home, sudden breakdown by N. Due to some issues. Calmed her down, wiped her tears and accompany her home till void deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sidetrack a bit~~~ Seriously eh, jantan tu tk munasabah uh~~~Kayye, back. HEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After that, lepak jap with R and F since R penat, nk duduk -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seriously, kekek pe sia bila part storytelling psl relationship and zaman primary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;RABAK (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went out frm house at 10am , home sweet home at 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tired uhhs but, it's all worth it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ILOVEYOUALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7265686819822988592?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7265686819822988592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7265686819822988592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/okayye_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5007197240536457324</id><published>2010-11-24T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:57:42.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okayye. His assumptions are driving me insane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What if it's true.. But, no way. It seems impossible. ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5007197240536457324?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5007197240536457324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5007197240536457324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/okayye.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7831828177695903876</id><published>2010-11-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:42:42.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How I wish you're here, With me. Staring together at the full moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7831828177695903876?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7831828177695903876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7831828177695903876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-i-wish-youre-here-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1348913536675647049</id><published>2010-11-17T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:02:54.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I want a guy best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Someone who will hug me tight when I'm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Someone who will beat up the guys who've hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Someone who knows every single details about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Someone who'll make me laugh till I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Someone who I can be myself with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Someone who won't cause so much fcuking drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Someone who I'll eventually fall in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And someone who'll eventually love me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1348913536675647049?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1348913536675647049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1348913536675647049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-guy-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7999456384412290638</id><published>2010-11-16T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:39:52.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I like it when guys kiss babies. SO CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'd love my future &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;, to gimme the chill and thrill just by kissing my forehead *insert heartsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7999456384412290638?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7999456384412290638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7999456384412290638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-it-when-guys-kiss-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-2504822056356200535</id><published>2010-11-16T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:07:39.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give me butterflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-2504822056356200535?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2504822056356200535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2504822056356200535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-give-me-butterflies.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3390299207997222275</id><published>2010-11-16T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:45:52.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I love it when you share everything only with me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3390299207997222275?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3390299207997222275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3390299207997222275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-it-when-you-share-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-808354224858513960</id><published>2010-11-16T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:41:22.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok. I. Cried. During. Training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fcuking. Hurt. Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-808354224858513960?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/808354224858513960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/808354224858513960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-5426893217214715372</id><published>2010-11-16T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:40:32.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab255/liaaillia/photography/tumblr_l2qr5z2XfM1qanqe6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dream, because there is no other way I can see it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And every time I tried to move on, you're right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-5426893217214715372?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5426893217214715372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/5426893217214715372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dream-because-there-is-no-other-way-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab255/liaaillia/photography/th_tumblr_l2qr5z2XfM1qanqe6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-550020900348821315</id><published>2010-11-11T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:12:46.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate to witness girls having their heart broken. Being a girl, you just happen to know and understand the kind of shit feeling they went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;C'mon be strong lovesss :D We can made it through. We deserve better. Everything's gonna be all right in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I just know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-550020900348821315?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/550020900348821315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/550020900348821315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-to-witness-girls-having-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7919309278287972210</id><published>2010-11-10T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:12:37.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7919309278287972210?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7919309278287972210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7919309278287972210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-found-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-4161822606063465401</id><published>2010-11-07T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:31:03.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/bokeh" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="bokeh Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i555.photobucket.com/albums/jj478/khykon/heart-bokeh.jpg" width="545" height="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you're not mine to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but I still feel like I'm losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-4161822606063465401?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4161822606063465401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/4161822606063465401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-not-mine-to-lose-but-i-still-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-446267465909503985</id><published>2010-11-07T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:28:45.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Youknow, the hunks in Vampire Diaries are sooooooooo.. *melts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-446267465909503985?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/446267465909503985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/446267465909503985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/youknow-hunks-in-vampire-diaries-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7686092906223087360</id><published>2010-11-07T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:56:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Got this from Shanky's FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It. Is. So. True.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have you done to me. To make me fall so desperately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I supposed to do. If I can't get over you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And come to find that you don't feel the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7686092906223087360?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7686092906223087360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7686092906223087360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/got-this-from-shankys-fb.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-818220431951027564</id><published>2010-11-07T16:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:57:56.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/bokeh" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="bokeh_sushi Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i370.photobucket.com/albums/oo148/cgrif42/blog/bokeh_sushi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had lots of fun with Hid,Sak and Aliyah lovesss on Thurs at Shabu-shi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lots of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lots of plates piling up [ because we were having a mini competition among us three, haha ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lots of inside jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And lots of love,filling the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-818220431951027564?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/818220431951027564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/818220431951027564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/had-lots-of-fun-with-hidsak-and-aliyah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i370.photobucket.com/albums/oo148/cgrif42/blog/th_bokeh_sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3678638195838783536</id><published>2010-11-06T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T16:12:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/holga" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="09-05-31 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm3/puddingnoeat/Holga/1577256236.jpg" width="488" height="558" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I hesitated, aware there was more to his question than its innocence implied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3678638195838783536?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3678638195838783536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3678638195838783536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hesitated-aware-there-was-more-to-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm3/puddingnoeat/Holga/th_1577256236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-1520628805503994504</id><published>2010-11-06T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T16:09:20.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/vintage%20photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="walking railroad tracks Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn150/pinkdancer13/walkthetracks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;There are moments when I'm struck by a deep sense of wonder; it is usually simple things that I find strangely moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I can sometimes lose track of time when staring at a sky filled with wind-whipped clouds, find myself filled with longing though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm at a loss to tell you what it is that I feel my life is missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-1520628805503994504?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1520628805503994504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/1520628805503994504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-are-moments-when-im-struck-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-681014634319014165</id><published>2010-11-06T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:25:24.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/speed%20photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh175/fh1996/speed_photography_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How long had it been. I wondered, since we'd laughed and joked like this? Even though I realized that it might only be temporary, it nonetheless stoked the small flame of hope I had begun to nurture in secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Something compels me to write this even though I'm not exactly sure where to begin. Nor, I realise, do I know exactly what to say, but I cannot escape the conclusion that after all these years, it's something I must do, not only for you but for myself as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Has it really been long? Though I know it has, the very thought is amazing to me. Some things, after all, have never changed. In the mornings, for instance, my first thoughts after waking are-and always have been-of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Throughout our 'relationship',as you call it. yoiu've been my dream and I'll never forget how lucky I've felt ever since the first day we met. I often think back on that day. It's an image that has never left me and I find myself experiencing a sense of &lt;em&gt;deja-vu&lt;/em&gt; whenever lightning streaks across the sky. In those moments, it seems as if we're starting over once more, and couldn't imagine a life without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As each photograph came in, I tried to recall the moment in which it was taken. At first, my memory was like the snapshot itself-a brief, self-contained image- but I found that if I closed my eyes and concentrate, time would begin to roll backward. And in each instance, I remembered what I'd been thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-681014634319014165?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/681014634319014165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/681014634319014165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-long-had-it-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-2316147578590280949</id><published>2010-11-02T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:52:08.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Self-conscious and materialistic. UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-2316147578590280949?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2316147578590280949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/2316147578590280949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/self-conscious-and-materialistic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-3927998479182397386</id><published>2010-11-02T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:44:25.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT LAA BEFORE YOU TALK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-3927998479182397386?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3927998479182397386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/3927998479182397386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-your-facts-right-laa-before-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-7455228893772521426</id><published>2010-11-02T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:31:39.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/paranormal%20activity%202" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Paranormal Activity 2 Poster Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp251/SpiderJon07/Movies/ParanormalActivity2Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's NC 16, I know ^^ But I managed to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-7455228893772521426?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7455228893772521426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/7455228893772521426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/11/paranormal-activity-2-poster-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp251/SpiderJon07/Movies/th_ParanormalActivity2Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-9117925450450865645</id><published>2010-10-28T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:22:01.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love K____ .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-9117925450450865645?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/9117925450450865645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/9117925450450865645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-k.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845767351397199444.post-594946808604915766</id><published>2010-10-22T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:13:01.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;*inside joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;But seriously, oh-emm-geee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS DAMN HILARIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845767351397199444-594946808604915766?l=letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/594946808604915766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845767351397199444/posts/default/594946808604915766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmyselfbesincere.blogspot.com/2010/10/omg-inside-joke-but-seriously-oh-emm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Jannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287770841726381202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxBPR9CJLo/TgxaWCc0tbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Vvatq274-M/s220/DSC05887.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
