<?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-19169566</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:18:17.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::   the Story of You, Them and Everyone   ::</title><subtitle type='html'>One Love. One heart. One's may caught it broken. One's may caught it melt. There is chance for everyone to fit in. We looked, we shared, we waited. For this humble person, love is just too much to give...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19169566.post-7573083001241550414</id><published>2008-08-26T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:41:33.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It happen in China.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;True story from rural China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;An incredible  love story has come out of China recently&lt;br /&gt;and managed to touch the  world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;It is a story  of a man and an older woman who ran off to live&lt;br /&gt;and love each other in peace for  over half a century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8RWlQk0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/na0zrVeu0K0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8RWlQk0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/na0zrVeu0K0/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238808166611850050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;The 70-year-old Chinese man who hand-carved over 6,000 stairs up a mountain for his 80-year-old wife has passed away in the cave which has been the couple's home for the last 50 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;Over 50 years ago, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liu&lt;/span&gt; Guojiang a 19 year-old boy,  fell in love with a 29 year-old widowed mother named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xu&lt;/span&gt; Chaoqin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8RlyiBNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvY-02veE4w/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8RlyiBNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvY-02veE4w/s400/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238808170694051026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;In a twist worthy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, friends and relatives criticized the relationship because of the age difference and the fact that Xu already had children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8RiK4w8I/AAAAAAAAABA/qx0alEmuW04/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8RiK4w8I/AAAAAAAAABA/qx0alEmuW04/s400/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238808169722463170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;At that time, it was unacceptable and immoral for a young man to love an older woman.. To avoid the market gossip and the scorn of their communities, the couple decided to elope and lived in a cave in Jiangjin County in Southern ChongQing Municipality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8R2MM57I/AAAAAAAAABI/FN0tlwNwWKE/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8R2MM57I/AAAAAAAAABI/FN0tlwNwWKE/s400/4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238808175096686514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In the beginning, life was harsh as hey had nothing, no electricity or even food. They had to eat grass and roots they found in the mountain, and Liu made a kerosene lamp that they used to light up their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;Xu felt that she had tied Liu down and repeatedly asked him, 'Are you regretful? Liu always replied, 'As long as we are industrious, life will improve.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;In the second year of living in the mountain, Liu began and continued for over 50 years, to hand-carve the steps so that his wife could get down the mountain easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;Half a century later in 2001, a group of adventurers were exploring the forest and were surprised to find the elderly couple and the over 6,000 hand-carved steps. Liu MingSheng, one of their seven children said, 'My parents loved each other so much, they have lived in seclusion for over 50 years and never been apart a single day. He hand carved more than 6,000 steps over the years for my mother's convenience, although she doesn't go down the mountain that much.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8SJ49SHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dtz4GE2nnH4/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8SJ49SHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dtz4GE2nnH4/s400/5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238808180384680050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The couple  had lived in peace for over 50 years until one time. Liu, now 72 years,  returned from his daily farm work and collapsed. Xu sat and prayed with her  husband as he passed away in her arms. So in love with Xu, was Liu, that no one  was able to release the grip he had on his wife's hand even after he had passed  away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLQCaC3EqwI/AAAAAAAAABY/n-ds45HpEQE/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLQCaC3EqwI/AAAAAAAAABY/n-ds45HpEQE/s400/6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238814913006447362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;'You  promised me you'll take care of me, you'll always be with me until the day I  died, now you left before me, how am I going to live without you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;Xu  spent days softly repeating this sentence and touching her husband's black  coffin with tears rolling down her cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;In 2006, their  story became one of the top 10 love stories from China , collected by the  Chinese Women Weekly. The local government has decided to preserve the love  ladder and the place they lived as a museum, so this love story can live  forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLQCaHvEumI/AAAAAAAAABg/dCvgF6kK_jw/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLQCaHvEumI/AAAAAAAAABg/dCvgF6kK_jw/s400/7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238814914315074146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unexpected things happen in life. Sometime things goes on our way, but sometime it is not. Our time living in this world is short. The best thing happen today will be history tomorrow. Whatever, no matter what tomorrow will bring, true love will always remain the same, until the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-7573083001241550414?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7573083001241550414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=7573083001241550414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/7573083001241550414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/7573083001241550414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-happen-in-china.html' title='It happen in China.'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SLP8RWlQk0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/na0zrVeu0K0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19169566.post-2363928398805060984</id><published>2008-07-23T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:27:01.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since my last blog. I've been busy, busy being awesome! heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Quick update on me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Semester 5 starting soon, 28th Juli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;About to start new trade's; FX, FG, SA using new currency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Final Semester project is awesomely behind schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Final Semester project: Automatic Home Appliances (so called as it is) (still im not really sure what the heck is that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Going to KL next week... aaa,For fun~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4 weeks passed, im procrastinating stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My fishes still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a driver. at noon, at 1, at 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I am being awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SIdbX2x7fZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1yB0uGnkYQ4/s1600-h/3711119053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SIdbX2x7fZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1yB0uGnkYQ4/s400/3711119053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226246357986803090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;until then. babai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-2363928398805060984?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2363928398805060984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=2363928398805060984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/2363928398805060984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/2363928398805060984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2008/07/hah.html' title='HAH'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SIdbX2x7fZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1yB0uGnkYQ4/s72-c/3711119053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19169566.post-6078631815298164589</id><published>2008-01-10T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:51:44.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Selamat Awal Tahun Baru Hijrah 1429...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; ( why ppl write "awal" in the middle of the words? mcm, Selamat awal tahun baru masihi 2008... nda ngam. n apa Selamat awal tahun baru hijrah in inglis aa? hmm )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; i want to read this book that i bought long long time ago, but i didnt. coz if i read, god knows when will i stop. the book is interesting. nya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to whom who want the world, u must have knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; to whom who want the "akhirat", u must have knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; to whom who want the world &amp;amp;"akhirat", u must have knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;  whatever thing we do, we need  knowledge. to be successfull, u need knowledge. to be rich, u need knowledge. to be poor, u also need knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; all in all, what it trying to tell is knowledge is power. knowledge conquer everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; knowledge come in many ways of life, yet we learn. in the book also says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;whatever happen around us, there is a reason for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;." i like this subject. mcm, u need to think to figure out why. hehe. some people dont care. i dont care. but the reason lies behind to what happen is a lesson i cant find anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; mcm... mcm... atu bah... au atu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; then again, ada interesting part where it makes me realize of something. we tend to ignore the simple things happen infront of us. those simple thing which lead to great return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; what i can summarize, nya, in life, nothing come easily. with reference to "a tree". u plant a tree today, it wont grow tall tomorro. it needs patience, constant awareness, and so on, and so on until-u-know-how-to-grow-tree-well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; same meaning to what ppl say "sikit2 lama2 jadi bukit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; in my own defition, i tend to buy trees that is already tall. then, plant it to where i want. i tend to buy bukit. hehe, my reason... i can be patience but i dont have time to wait. i cant buy time. yet i try to back to basic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; what makes high-tall building to stand perfectly still is the foundation. almost perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; those tree metaphor is reference to millionaire's theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; uh uh the book also say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;business is will not get u richer. business is one way to get u rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;to malay, business = restaurant or contractor. restaurant or contractor is part of the worst business.  reason its worst is bla bla ba i forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the poor gets poorer, the rich getting richer... its kaput&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;we are the poor who living in this world, what rich is god. we depend everything on god, we do not depend on human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;seminar, short courses, positive thinking... sometime its "bs"(the book didnt say sometimes). what matter is the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the rich laugh, not same as the poor laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; uh uh the book is interesting. i dont know what its call. i read it half way and i dont know who wrote. i bought it last nov. i conclude:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;in life, nothing is impossible. yet nothing come easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; a book is just a book. what i need is a knowledge to learn. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-6078631815298164589?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6078631815298164589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=6078631815298164589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/6078631815298164589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/6078631815298164589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-book.html' title='It is a book!'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19169566.post-114487340384022312</id><published>2006-04-12T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:23:23.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RF enduranced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;guess wat ppl... now is 4++am... n its "late"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i havnt slep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i havnt got home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hehe... im in de "rain-forest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;huhu. lau ku balik gerenti knra BOM ni. wuhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my plan is... balik aroun 5.30... got home aroun 6. mus not let de parents know that i arrive. then rush to my room. pretend sleep like a baby. pretend im awake after subuh prayer. pretend that its sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh oh... life is risky! haha slep late = pimplisation... sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-114487340384022312?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really like you. And I... I think I'm falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you mean "ok"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don't like you like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; I can't tell you... maybe another time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From then on, the girl kept asking the boy "Whynot?" whenever she saw him, and he kept answering the same answer of "I'll tell you later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally the girl got fed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Do you really wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's because you're not pretty! What's the point of going out with someone when they're not pretty?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But... I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just shut up and leave me alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart out. Then her cellphone rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Alright Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom: I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you too, Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom: Bye Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the miror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not pretty enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 hours later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She went up stairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom: Honey? Are you alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She opened the door and was shocked at the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The bath was overflowing onto the floor and the water was tinted red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She walked over to see whatwas inside and screamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when something caught her eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the mirror, a piece of paper was taped up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Am I Pretty Enough Now?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....No one deserves to be told that by someone they love. A person's appearance doesn't count.What counts is their heart inside of them and their personality. No one wants to be told they're not good enough... Do you? I know I WANNA BELOVED FOR WHATS ON THE INSIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i was thinking... who's fault to cause the girl to be dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;is it the guy? is it the girl who weren't think what she done can cause her life? is it the "teenage-feeling"? is it the mom? is it unprettiness of the girl?... what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-114485345722054981?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114485345722054981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=114485345722054981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/114485345722054981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/114485345722054981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-pretty-enough-now.html' title='Am i pretty enough now?'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19169566.post-114343891135437946</id><published>2006-03-26T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:55:11.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i creep... yeah~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2day im planin to go to de dentist, tpi today still school holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;so i malaas, nda thrill... hehe... going to the dentist ertinya get ready untuk berlangau... nda ja? JAA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sja... buang boring bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-114343891135437946?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114343891135437946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=114343891135437946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/114343891135437946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/114343891135437946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-creep-yeah.html' title='i creep... yeah~'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19169566.post-114336902026625684</id><published>2006-03-26T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:30:20.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memoir of a killer</title><content type='html'>today, i change skin. i mean, the blog skin. its my first change skin.&lt;strong&gt; it does mean anything ok .&lt;/strong&gt; i choose it cause its destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha destiny? ya rite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the skin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-114336902026625684?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114336902026625684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=114336902026625684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/114336902026625684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/114336902026625684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/memoir-of-killer.html' title='memoir of a killer'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19169566.post-113289278692711452</id><published>2005-11-24T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:46:52.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>key to my heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*the truth is u never know*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-113289278692711452?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/113289278692711452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=113289278692711452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/113289278692711452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/113289278692711452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2005/11/key-to-my-heart.html' title='key to my heart?'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19169566.post-113276279218417653</id><published>2005-11-23T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:46:07.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No reason at all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lady :&lt;/span&gt; Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man :&lt;/span&gt; I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lady :&lt;/span&gt; You can't even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lady :&lt;/span&gt; Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man : Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because your voice is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because you are caring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because you are loving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because you are thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because of your every movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The lady felt very satisfied with the man's answer. Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became comma.The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because of your sweet voice that I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because of your care and concern that I like you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;because of your every movements that I love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now can you smile? Now can you move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, therefore I cannot love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If love needs a reason, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;like now&lt;/span&gt;, there is no reason for me to love you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do love need a reason?&lt;/span&gt; NO! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Therefore&lt;/span&gt;, I still love you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And love doesn't need a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-113276279218417653?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/113276279218417653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=113276279218417653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/113276279218417653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/113276279218417653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-reason-at-all.html' title='No reason at all?'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19169566.post-113268246671664378</id><published>2005-11-22T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:01:06.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny &amp; Ally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Danny and Ally on phone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: hey, so how was your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: it was fine, how was yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: it was ok~akward silence~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: sooooo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: *giggle* sooooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: you doin anything tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: nope, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: uhh, umm, maybe, uhh, i dont know, wecan,hang out or somethin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: *blushes* okay, what time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: *big smile* great! uhh, how about around6:00pm or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: Alright! I'll meet you over at the park then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: ok then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: well i gotta go, but i'll see you tomorrow?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: ok, see u then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-----next day------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ally walks over to the park and see's Dannysitting on a bench waiting for her.&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: hey, whats up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: uhh nothin, im happy too see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: *smiles* me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: alright, how about we go take a walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As they walk she grabs ahold of his hand, Danny*smiles* as they walk through the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;----starts getting dark----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: brrr, its getting a little cold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: wanna go sit on the grass under that tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny and Ally: (takes a seat near a tree whileDanny holds Ally in his arms keeping her warm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: thank you, i feel much better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: *giggles* why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: cause im with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: im happy with you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: uhh, umm, ...nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: no, what is it, you can tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: its just....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: yea???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: i feel different when im with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: what do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: i mean, you make me wanna be with youforthe rest of my life, ive never had anyone make me feel the way you make me feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: *blushes* i feel like that too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: i ... i .. lov.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: (leans over and kisses him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-a few moments into kiss-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: uhh *blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: i love you too and i always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;_Danny holds Ally as they look up at the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;_Danny and Ally fall asleep under the stars....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10 YEARS LATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ally: WORKING AS A MAGAZINE EDITOR, 24YEARS OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Danny: WORKING AS A MEDICAL DOCTOR, 25YEARS OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The two dated up until prom night where Danny asked Ally to be his wife.....Ally Roberts is probably one of the happiest women on earth,Danny is probably one of the luckiest man one earth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-113268246671664378?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/113268246671664378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=113268246671664378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/113268246671664378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/113268246671664378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2005/11/danny-ally.html' title='Danny &amp; 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Dgn ini, saya tlah membebankan diri saya ntuk mnulis/ mnaip tntng kisah2 nyata yg saya alami dn kisah2 yg saya tidak alami... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lame~&lt;/span&gt; aku nda pandai bahsa ingris wah, yes! i dun speak english very well... ceh! haha k, bah... adang tah... atu saja buat msa ani... bbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;more great blog to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... karing kan nama blog ku atu..... udang karing? as in dried prawn....?  haha... antam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19169566-113256233547240144?l=thesonoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/113256233547240144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19169566&amp;postID=113256233547240144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/113256233547240144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19169566/posts/default/113256233547240144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesonoflove.blogspot.com/2005/11/bis-mil-lah-hirah-man-nir-rah-him.html' title='bis-mil-lah-hirah-man-nir-rah-him'/><author><name>Stinty312</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10810008084758586878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_Okuxz5ZdE/SJcosUE8PXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-D28eWJqM4Q/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
