<?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-3563949579457784793</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:24:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>teeqtock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563949579457784793.post-3721397189072686595</id><published>2010-04-04T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:30:35.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMYYThJHoI/S7iokv23OtI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/b7g1EIy2Row/s1600/Click+392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMYYThJHoI/S7iokv23OtI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/b7g1EIy2Row/s320/Click+392.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um hiiii! Im back. Hehehe. Sorry, I only come back when I need you bloggie. Today,&amp;nbsp;4 April is an okay day. I've been laughing &amp;amp; talking alot these days. My mind is free from problems. Things don't mess with my head anymore. I just quit work recently and I seemed to have more free time now. Something's telling me that this is the time. The time to grip to everything I've thrown away. I want to see everyone I miss. I want to share every joke I laughed at everyday. I've been studying too! I read self-improvement books, novels and learning foreign languages. I just want to run around freely. Im learning to be open now. I learn something about myself too bloggie! I, Nurul Husnina Azhar, learn to love her name and herself. I love me for me and only me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.. &lt;br /&gt;I still think I got through life being lucky. I got lucky with my Os. I got lucky with guys. I got lucky with ..&lt;br /&gt;No, I have enough confidence and self-esteem. Just that..&lt;br /&gt;I admit I still hasn't let go. It's just there. Time will tell. Yes, I believed Aqilah now.&lt;br /&gt;I lost somebody important too for the past month. I lost one of my kittens, whom I adored so much. You might laughed and think it's so foolish to grieve over a kitten. But it feels like.. if only I taken better care of it. If only I've seen it coming sooner.&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother's getting better. I prayed she gets better. This whole experience has opened my eyes to reality. Life isn't always easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still cutting my hair. Hehehe. There's so little time for so many things. I don't want to waste my time anymore!&amp;nbsp;Over small things, pfft. Im going to be busy as a bee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim for the end of the month: To keep laughing with friends; Khad &amp;amp; Aqilah, To finish story; 10 wishes, To cut hair, Keep believing &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone including Justin Beiber &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563949579457784793-3721397189072686595?l=nulsaranghe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/feeds/3721397189072686595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-hiiii-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/3721397189072686595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/3721397189072686595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-hiiii-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>teeqtock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMYYThJHoI/S7iokv23OtI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/b7g1EIy2Row/s72-c/Click+392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563949579457784793.post-4625185062007904533</id><published>2010-01-13T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:05:51.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Lets go party, work that body"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Uwaaa, I'm tired but I'm still awake. Check fb (?!), allkpop and ygladies. Went to ACJC open house. Then, went back to YI to get Aqilah's testimonial from Ms Tan. Then, off to Somerset to meet boys for karaoke. I'm broke now. Left 20cents. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Im still stuck on my 12 choices. Aigoo, i need help really. And really, its good to see Aqilah picking herself up well. I hope the others are fine. Truthfully to say, I'd give you guys my results anytime. Seeing them cry and dissapointed is really heartbreaking you know? Like I know how hard each of us work and still ... I'm starting to think I actually got lucky. Hearing Aqilah says she feels like there is no ray of light shining on her ... Hun, I'll give you my ray of light anytime. I hope everyone who's feeling down to cheer up. Like Erman says, it's easy for me to say. But hey, I'm trying dude. Do you want my results then? Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I didn't do my best for O levels and know I could do better, but is my brain level up to a JC student? So yeah, I'm not really opting for JC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;All my older posts are actually drafts on my blog now. Like I have tons of them. I think Im born with the awkward and shy charm? Like I will completely not talk to a stranger if I don't know him/her? Or I don't know what to say to a guy/girl? Like the situation will get awkward once Im alone with a guy/girl? Like I don't really like to show my feelings and hide? Yeah, like Im not easily open? Is it even a charm in the first place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Big dreams wait for me. Nyna wants to focus on other things besides love. Love can wait. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nyna still loves you btw :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Will post another oneshot soon: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The five mistakes of love in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563949579457784793-4625185062007904533?l=nulsaranghe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/feeds/4625185062007904533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-go-party-work-that-body-uwaaa-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/4625185062007904533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/4625185062007904533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-go-party-work-that-body-uwaaa-im.html' title=''/><author><name>teeqtock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563949579457784793.post-8625545532915019659</id><published>2010-01-10T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:17:53.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTWSEE7LIYU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTWSEE7LIYU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he wasn't popular, his talent probably be wasted. Recommended to watch. Listen to his ability to hit high notes. Taeyang, &lt;strong&gt;I love you HAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. Im happy that you popularity is definitely soaring now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omo, jitters in my stomach. There's no turning back now. Can do this! Can do this! Oh, my sister tried the &lt;strong&gt;Sandara Park &lt;/strong&gt;hair on my hair! Gahhhs, killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oneshot below is done in a rush so it's not that good. Oh well, constructive criticism are welcome again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to meet my friends. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563949579457784793-8625545532915019659?l=nulsaranghe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/feeds/8625545532915019659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-he-wasnt-popular-his-talent-probably.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/8625545532915019659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/8625545532915019659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-he-wasnt-popular-his-talent-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>teeqtock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563949579457784793.post-5879902465058301757</id><published>2010-01-10T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:08:57.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ONESHOT #2 The A-Z of A Boy I Know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;A boy in which I think I know,&lt;br /&gt;B alls, in which that's exactly I'd like to kick him,&lt;br /&gt;C andies &amp; Chocolates, in which he definitely dislikes,&lt;br /&gt;D ance, in which he &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; his middle name is,&lt;br /&gt;E ccentric, in which I &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; his attitude is,&lt;br /&gt;F riends, in which he he &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; that's what we are,&lt;br /&gt;G ags, in which he &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; are funny,&lt;br /&gt;H andphone, in which he &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; he has,&lt;br /&gt;I diotic dunce, in which I &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; he is,&lt;br /&gt;J essice Alba, in which he &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; his wife is,&lt;br /&gt;K ing of the world, in which he &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; he is,&lt;br /&gt;L ove, in which I gave to him,&lt;br /&gt;M ichael Jackson, in which he &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt;, he is, &lt;em&gt;(again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N ina, wait that's my name,&lt;br /&gt;O bnoxious, that's what I &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; he is,&lt;br /&gt;P retty girls, in which he &lt;strong&gt;claime&lt;/strong&gt;d he likes,&lt;br /&gt;Q uiet, in which others &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; he is,&lt;br /&gt;R eality, in which he has to click himself into,&lt;br /&gt;S eptember, in which I had nothing to say,&lt;br /&gt;T ....,&lt;br /&gt;U nderdog, and again that's what others &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; about him,&lt;br /&gt;V ....,&lt;br /&gt;W ar, that's what I &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;X enophobia, in which he &lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt; he has,&lt;br /&gt;Y uck, in which I go everytime I see him,&lt;br /&gt;Z oo, in which monkeys like him should be placed at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[According to Longman Dictionary, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claimed&lt;/strong&gt; - state something without being able to prove it]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563949579457784793-5879902465058301757?l=nulsaranghe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/feeds/5879902465058301757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/01/oneshot-2-a-z-of-boy-i-know-yes-boy-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/5879902465058301757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/5879902465058301757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/01/oneshot-2-a-z-of-boy-i-know-yes-boy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>teeqtock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563949579457784793.post-3366171259759668860</id><published>2010-01-09T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:10:13.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aigoo, I think I can be really considered as an owl. Kekeke. I really cannot sleep. Any help people? I think Im going crazy that I actually consider cutting my hair. How? Can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMYYThJHoI/S0jFrdYZbxI/AAAAAAAABwE/1V7JnaJ1dGY/s1600-h/_lee_chae_rin_2ne1_11072009033506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMYYThJHoI/S0jFrdYZbxI/AAAAAAAABwE/1V7JnaJ1dGY/s320/_lee_chae_rin_2ne1_11072009033506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424803101579767570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about results coming out in a few days drive me nuts you know? Hahahah. Im tired if people telling me &lt;em&gt;"You're clever," "No need to worry,".&lt;/em&gt; Pfft. Well, I guess at times like these, you are the only one who know how well and how hard you've tried. And lemme tell you, nope, it wasn't my best. Blergh, what can i do now? Nothing. I hope for the best. Not for me, for all my friends too! I haven't forgotten you guys okay! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oneshot I wrote below comes from my deep depth feelings. &lt;br /&gt;When I think about it,&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I used, &lt;br /&gt;wonder... whether I should text him,&lt;br /&gt;wonder... whether if he would not reply me (like he always do)&lt;br /&gt;wonder... if this is the right way to do it&lt;br /&gt;wonder... if what I felt and wrote before were all true&lt;br /&gt;STOP!&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to wonder anymore. I dont care eh eh eh eh :) I'll give a smile to you when I see you. And hopefully, we'll chat. I don't think you'll read this, so yeahhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563949579457784793-3366171259759668860?l=nulsaranghe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/feeds/3366171259759668860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/01/aigoo-i-think-i-can-be-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/3366171259759668860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563949579457784793/posts/default/3366171259759668860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nulsaranghe.blogspot.com/2010/01/aigoo-i-think-i-can-be-really.html' title=''/><author><name>teeqtock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMYYThJHoI/S0jFrdYZbxI/AAAAAAAABwE/1V7JnaJ1dGY/s72-c/_lee_chae_rin_2ne1_11072009033506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563949579457784793.post-3241393994825608875</id><published>2010-01-09T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:55:59.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oneshot] &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Must it be that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; are always the ones that make the first move? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it required that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; have to be the one asking the girls out, instead of the other way around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why can’t the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; ask the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; out for a change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s not like it’s something embarrassing to ask a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; that you like to go out with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’ve liked someone before, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me guess, you wanted to ask &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; out but you didn’t have the courage to or because your friends says that he has to do the asking. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt; are seen as brave young men that are not scared of anything. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt; are as sensitive as we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They feel the same way we feel when we have a crush on the opposite sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They also wish for us to ask them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes we really give them a hard time because we act like we don’t give a sh*t about them when in reality, we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They cannot read our mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you think that they can detect every thought that is in our mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. They can’t.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, And all I wanted was for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; to notice &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not being greedy &lt;em&gt;(note: biased to ownself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Seriously, I dont even know where I find the &lt;strong&gt;patience, tolerance&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; to do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1000 hearts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like pffft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; like me, dont even get me started, i probably gave up making one. Your actions confuse me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time will tell, my ass!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe my mind was driving me nuts, and maybe I intepret the situation differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe &lt;em&gt;your glances&lt;/em&gt; were just random and not purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And maybe my heart was just dying of thirst, to just hear those magnificent &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;three words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; every person in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is dying to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or &lt;em&gt;wait&lt;/em&gt;, maybe i was &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; seconds late? &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; seconds late?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:150%;"&gt;Nope, you can't even lie straight. Can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see where you're looking at&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Self-intepret please)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; tell me what it takes to be &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I need to cut my hair short &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or makeup is all I can afford &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do i need to be taller and slimmer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or do I need to be exactly the way you want your dream girl to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is that what it takes for you to look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cos no im doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do you do when the world expects you to move on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, you move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:150%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A/N: So how? How? Any comments? 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