<?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-8478565306924775207</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:24:04.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his life, his world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-8978653466115186027</id><published>2010-04-20T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:37:41.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it gets worse everyday. it's like a cycle. one moment we're good and the next thing we aren't. i wonder how long will it go on like this. you don't know me and i don't know you. you need to know before we can understand. there are things that pisses you off and there are things that pisses me off too. think about it. there's a lot of things that needs to done here. you know that don't you? i guess it's part and parcel. forget it then. hmm ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"nobody has it easy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"everybody knows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-8978653466115186027?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8978653466115186027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=8978653466115186027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8978653466115186027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8978653466115186027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-gets-worse-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2190468991653442685</id><published>2010-04-18T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:33:53.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/S8sjrYi0EWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rMJ9yr5W-Cc/s1600/010410_kickass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/S8sjrYi0EWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rMJ9yr5W-Cc/s320/010410_kickass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461498201346675042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i guess the coolest thing to be me is that people think i'm legal already. why? because i managed to pass through the usher at the cinema to catch Kick-Ass which is rated M18. hahaha. cool or what? i love myself. hahaha. not in a narcissistic way though. :D moving on. i give 5 out of 5 for this movie. although it doesn't seem to be a M18 movie, overall, it's one ass kicking movie. hee. you should catch aye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to understand someone, you have to know everything about that person. you have to know every small details. it's not simple though. it takes years to really understand a person. and just as you thought you really understand a person, think again because you may never know that one small thing you do or say, it can actually lead to a big fight. think about it. get to know and then understand. it's easier that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"observe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-2190468991653442685?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2190468991653442685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2190468991653442685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2190468991653442685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2190468991653442685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-guess-coolest-thing-to-be-me-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/S8sjrYi0EWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rMJ9yr5W-Cc/s72-c/010410_kickass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-4859676052270159588</id><published>2010-04-12T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:04:17.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;school's great. friends here and there. cool shit. this Friday, an outing have been arranged. lucky enough i got my pay already by then. i can't think much now. my brain is too tired to think. till here i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"don't make an ass out of you and me, ass-u-me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"thanks eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-4859676052270159588?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4859676052270159588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4859676052270159588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4859676052270159588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4859676052270159588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/04/schools-great.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4258609695552126088</id><published>2010-04-10T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:55:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-215a1a0d7fc34bba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param 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(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;video was taken like 2 years ago. i forgot who took it but i know Shirin was there laughing her ass off. good ol' days. believe it or not, she have like 5 stupid videos of me. all taken without me knowing or with my consent. hahaha. laugh along readers. like they say, laughter is the best medicine. enjoy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"slipper tk de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tk boyeh balek!"&lt;br /&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/8478565306924775207-4258609695552126088?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4258609695552126088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4258609695552126088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4258609695552126088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4258609695552126088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-at-ubi.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-3577038807843892446</id><published>2010-04-08T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:20:33.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sling bag almost break my shoulders apart. tomorrow will be backpack as i'm going laid back kinda style. assignments beybeh. it pisses me off but what the heck. 10 months studying is 10 months suffering. bullocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"joke of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"tu kau peyy slua dlm uh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-3577038807843892446?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3577038807843892446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=3577038807843892446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3577038807843892446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3577038807843892446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/04/sling-bag-almost-break-my-shoulders.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6932461806329437201</id><published>2010-04-06T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:49:43.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i've moved from konvicted_1720@hotmail.com to nooraslam@live.com.sg. thanks. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;currently watching Vantage Point. cool shit man. hahaha. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-6932461806329437201?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6932461806329437201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6932461806329437201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6932461806329437201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6932461806329437201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-moved-from-konvicted1720hotmail.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-43314985061829517</id><published>2010-04-06T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:54:28.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hello good afternoon. been TweetBookBlog-ing. i swear i'm tired. and oh, no school today. i totally forgot about that. but the suckiest thing, some of the days i have afternoon class. chibai man. but nevermind la. at least i have something to do in the afternoon right? oh well. and H, see you in a bit? i'm going Sim Lim to collect M.O uh. kalau sudi, ikut uh. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"now a symphony is the only song to sing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Acapella"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-43314985061829517?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/43314985061829517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=43314985061829517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/43314985061829517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/43314985061829517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-good-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-3769976453775869316</id><published>2010-04-05T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:00:48.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;welcoming myself back to the cyber world. woohoo! thanks to my new baby, i can start blogging back and update this darn old blog, hopefully regularly. hehe. xp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school has been great man. made lots of friends. okay, actually not. just 5. how pathetic. hahaha. but the chicks there are damn hot. when i say hot, i really mean. phewit! hahaha. come to think of it, schooling at MDIS is not a bad idea at all. the learning environment there is very condusive and everybody's learning. including me okay. hehe. xp this term, i'm studying Accountings and Communication Skills. dang! can't believe i'm learning the same thing over again. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhoser, i miss CBTL. i miss working with them all. i wanna go back work but i can't thanks to school. double dang! come to think of it, working at CBTL gives me a lot of opportunity. i passed my Interact with Guest class which can help me in my Hospitality. cool shit man. hearts CBTL. hehe. xp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"new environment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;new people. (:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-3769976453775869316?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3769976453775869316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=3769976453775869316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3769976453775869316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3769976453775869316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcoming-myself-back-to-cyber-world.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-1981111567340602648</id><published>2010-02-23T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:07:09.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to `kHai - i got hold to the DVD already. amcm? marathon pe? hahaha. but kn, i think you watched the whole of Season 2 &amp;amp; 3 already. nevermind. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm at a freaking LAN shop at Katong blogging. like what the hell. hahaha. it's freaking hot la here. what do you expect. it's Katong for a reason. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna share something. i'm so touched by my colleague who's from the Philippines. he actually works his ass off here and sent half his salary back home and, left his ATM card there too. he also allow his mum to use the card if she needed money. but where does he get his allowance from. 1/4 of his savings. and before i got to know his story, i actually cut my labour for another Philippines colleague of mine. i decided to do free labour and let her be paid than being send home just because our outlet can't hit the sales. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"janji diri kau ada di tempat ku sandarkan,&lt;br /&gt;mimpi-mimpi ku melangkah ke alam rahsiamu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"have a baby by me."&lt;/span&gt;&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/8478565306924775207-1981111567340602648?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1981111567340602648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=1981111567340602648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1981111567340602648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1981111567340602648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-khai-i-got-hold-to-dvd-already.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-229371839455626679</id><published>2010-02-05T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:21:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decision made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Diploma in Travel, Tourism &amp;amp; Hospitality Management at Management Development Institute of Singapore, by University of Bradford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spotted A working at Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;But who could he have been looking at?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing i'll never tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes ppl. i'm hooked to GG. waiting for my pay so that i can get hold of GG season 2. woohoo. GG marathon at my house nk? with who? that's a secret i'll never tell. okay lame. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for the lack of update. yes /khai, i've lost the muse to blog. well that's part of it. but my lappy's down. so yea. shall blog whenever i can la eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next, decent, proper, entry, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"who am I?&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, GG. (:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8478565306924775207-229371839455626679?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/229371839455626679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=229371839455626679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/229371839455626679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/229371839455626679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/02/decision-made.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5619462198804481995</id><published>2010-02-01T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:48:35.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spotted A roaming around the Town,&lt;br /&gt;but who could that girl be?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? That's one thing I'll never tell, &lt;br /&gt;xoxo, gossip girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-5619462198804481995?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5619462198804481995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5619462198804481995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5619462198804481995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5619462198804481995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/02/spotted-roaming-around-town-but-who.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7999287664516625903</id><published>2010-01-12T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:26:43.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diploma in Mass Commnication awarded by Oklahoma City University at MDIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Higher Nitec in Leisure &amp;amp; Travel Operations at ITE Clementi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"choices."&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/8478565306924775207-7999287664516625903?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7999287664516625903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7999287664516625903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7999287664516625903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7999287664516625903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2010/01/diploma-in-mass-commnication-awarded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7098635614978395892</id><published>2009-12-30T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:19:02.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as days goes by, i've been thinking, who am i actually. what am i doing with my life. have i changed? am i not the old me? you decide. you're the judge. somehow i feel, i'm just not myself. what's really happening ..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"changing ..?"&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/8478565306924775207-7098635614978395892?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7098635614978395892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7098635614978395892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7098635614978395892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7098635614978395892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-days-goes-by-ive-been-thinking-who.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2009125284066878856</id><published>2009-12-22T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:24:02.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah yeaa. back to blogging again. i didn't play the Tuba during the concert. Percussion it was. hahaha. and do you know that i got busted by my own friend? because of him, i can't perform but because of Haziq and Suhaina, i can perform. here's the explaination. Eddy, my friend, didn't leave my black shirt outside his houseas promised. Amirul came to hishouse the next day and apparently Eddy didn't leave it outside. and damn i got busted. but thanks to Haziq and Suhaina, both of them helped to ask around for a black shirt and the last resort was, borrowing from one of the Thai. and yea. i did borrow it from them and get to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Busted!"&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/8478565306924775207-2009125284066878856?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2009125284066878856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2009125284066878856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2009125284066878856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2009125284066878856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-yeaa.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-3996367305578338624</id><published>2009-12-17T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:28:22.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my name is in the programme booklet already. can't back out. but nevermind. it'll be fun to perform with the Band once more. hahaha. (: Tuba it is then for me to play together with Amirul. and damn we can't pitch. but no worries. we can catch up. insya-Allah. (: so it'll be Band all the way for me. sorry peeps. i'll be busy with the Band practices till 19th of December. my bad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"ah yeaa~ :D"&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/8478565306924775207-3996367305578338624?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3996367305578338624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=3996367305578338624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3996367305578338624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3996367305578338624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-name-is-in-programme-booklet-already.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2272134502472729888</id><published>2009-12-16T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:04:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Percussion or Tuba? hmm ... i don't know la. today till 22nd of December BN will be spending a lot of time with Unity and Wat Suthiwararam. should i follow? wait, the most important question, should i perform? hmm ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-2272134502472729888?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2272134502472729888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2272134502472729888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2272134502472729888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2272134502472729888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/12/percussion-or-tuba-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4997571689467310648</id><published>2009-12-13T03:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:08:24.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea. change of blogskin. it's the obvious right? hahaha. anyway, i'm hungry but there's nothing to eat. i know this is so random of me to say that. my bad. :/ i still can't find Episode 4 &amp;amp; 5 to Take Care of the Young Lady. Fida! help me in this. hahaha. i should stop being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a very unplanned day. in the morning i headed down to BN for combined. okay wait, i didn't sit in but i was there to listen to my juniors. hahaha. sectionals with the Percussion. felt like the ol' times. (: afterwards met my hippiest best friend, finally i know who she was -_-", but she wasn't that hippy. hahaha. went to Parkway to send Hanna and then ... this is where boredom strikes. we pratically round the whole of Basement 1 and Level 1 and look out for eye-candies. more of me than her i guess. hehe. xp we were at Parkway from 5 all the way till 8. had our smoke break twice. hahaha. sounds like as if we're working. i was being a kind soul, accompanied my hippiest best friend back home then bus-ed back to Parkway to fetch Hanna. that's my routine fyi. someone who's jobless and got nothing to do. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"hold my hand."&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/8478565306924775207-4997571689467310648?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4997571689467310648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4997571689467310648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4997571689467310648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4997571689467310648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/12/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4705669818130590812</id><published>2009-12-12T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:37:57.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Primo Momento. a collaborated concert by Suthiwararam(sp) Thailand Band, Unity Symphony &amp;amp; Bedok North Syphonic Band. tickets at $10. concert will be held at ACJC(Anglo-Chinese Junior College) at 1530hours. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like f*ck. Viva La Musica sounds way better than Primo Momento. too bad. it had to be this way. no matter what, BNBand will shine during this collaborated concert. practice well my juniors and Unity too. lets make the audience go wild together for the first time. hell yea! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deciding which section to help. but mostly i'll be back sitting at the very end to support my juniors and provide a solid bass line for the band. (chey, bbl mcm paham. haha.) with the help of me, Amirul &amp;amp; Haziq(maybe), the band will indeed have a solid bass line. hahaha. listen out to us ppl. we're gonna bring the auditorium down(NOT!). hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Tuba Section 07 is 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/8478565306924775207-4705669818130590812?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4705669818130590812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4705669818130590812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4705669818130590812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4705669818130590812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/12/primo-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2891237553285691494</id><published>2009-12-11T01:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:51:11.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SyExfClCq4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/82hgozuwMeU/s1600-h/new-moon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413662636413987714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SyExfClCq4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/82hgozuwMeU/s320/new-moon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"blank screen then words shoot out" &lt;/em&gt;-Rafie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;watched New Moon yesterday and i was getting restless the first half an hour. too much talking i guess. hahaha. the rest of the show was okay but the ending was left hanging resulting us to wait for the release of Eclipse. pfft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, sorry for not updating. i'm just too lazy. heh. oh i finally finished watching 1st Shop of the Coffee Prince and Hot Shot. woohoo! two great shows. i just like their storyline. ain't a Korean/Taiwanese Drama freak. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;btw, the only hippiest friend i know and i have is Farhan/Aan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to Yan : insya-Allah kalau aku ade mase. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to Hanna : updated liao. hehe. xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-2891237553285691494?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2891237553285691494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2891237553285691494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2891237553285691494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2891237553285691494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/12/blank-screen-then-words-shoot-out-rafie.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SyExfClCq4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/82hgozuwMeU/s72-c/new-moon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-7471595076352306450</id><published>2009-11-30T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:36:55.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say is think. really think. you then know what's really happening. i need not say much. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"you stated it yourself."&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/8478565306924775207-7471595076352306450?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7471595076352306450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7471595076352306450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7471595076352306450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7471595076352306450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/think.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6067308323837157859</id><published>2009-11-29T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:57:18.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"i guess, too much of me. :/" - &lt;/em&gt;Hanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said so herself. am i two-facing? hmm ... okaaay. you should have read that in my inbox since you've meddled with it. you didn't see it ke? i'm asking where did that cousin of mine go? i didn't ask you to go back to your zombie ways. come on. i still have my bad side but when i'm with you, i'm being the cousin that you want putting aside my bad side. you? simply treat everyone the same. do you know that different ppl have different level of tolerance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noticed your changed? well i know you're gonna change even before you're gonna. thought about that? do you still remember what i told you? if you remember, i don't see the point of typing it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you want the &lt;em&gt;"tk kisah pasal perempuan" &lt;/em&gt;cousin aye? so wait. hmm ... does that includes you too. you're a girl too right? so am i on the right path now to not care about you? hmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"do you remeber?"&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/8478565306924775207-6067308323837157859?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6067308323837157859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6067308323837157859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6067308323837157859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6067308323837157859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-guess-too-much-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5495064514900198930</id><published>2009-11-29T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:43:47.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;changing for the better or for the worst ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, things change. yes you're right. but has anybody told you that you've changed? i guess no. i know it'd be pointless for me to say it to you because you won't admit. no one will admit they have changed. do you know that you weren't like this back then? do you know that you're under influence and that's why you're like this? do you know that i've never meddled with you phone unless you told me too? do you know all of these? you left out all of these points. i admit i wasn't the best cousin you ever had. i've never been there for you. but have you thought that at one point of time, someone needs their privacy. i can go all out with you but at times i can't. what happened to my old anti-social and non-hyper active cousin? you always complain that i'm turning into someone who you don't know. just look at yourself. i'm trying so hard to be the cousin that you want but you just end up to be someone else. i have lost all my tolerance towards someone and i don't want you to be next. please. all i need you to do is to think before doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"everybody's changing ..."&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/8478565306924775207-5495064514900198930?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5495064514900198930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5495064514900198930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5495064514900198930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5495064514900198930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-for-better-or-for-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-1597357640745238715</id><published>2009-11-28T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:48:13.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so insecure. i feel that i have no privacy even between me and my blood. i feel that i got "raped". i feel disrespected. i feel useless. i entrusted her with my phone yet she had to abuse it. oh well. who am i right? i don't deserve to get any privacy. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-1597357640745238715?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1597357640745238715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=1597357640745238715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1597357640745238715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1597357640745238715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-so-insecure.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5512998364681660884</id><published>2009-11-26T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:03:45.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you know how is it like when that someone took away someone from you? it's very heart breaking isn't it? i shall explian in a different context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disclaimer : what's written here are my thoughts and have got nothing to do with the real world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr. A and Ms. B were a couple. Mr. A had a friend Ms. C. Mr. A and Ms. C are very close. they share their secrets and all. Ms. B thought otherwise. she thought that they were having an affair. she was partly right because Mr. A and Ms. C had feelings for each other back then. Ms. C felt bad and decided to remain friends with Mr. A. Ms. B felt pointless hating Ms. C. so, they became friends. Ms. B and Ms. C are friends till now and they further their friendship. what happened to Mr. A and Ms. C's relationship? anybody knows? are they still friends or are they strangers to a point where they have to come with secret code names to address themself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it. only then you'll understand how difficult it is for a guy to tell his girlfriend about his girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"history."&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/8478565306924775207-5512998364681660884?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5512998364681660884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5512998364681660884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5512998364681660884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5512998364681660884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-know-how-is-it-like-when-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5368183878449172023</id><published>2009-11-26T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:31:16.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall thank God for making me able to be an Extrovert and an Introvert. at times, i  just need you to know that i need time for myself and basically keep things to myself. you should know me. i don't like to share my thoughts and all with ppl even though you're a dear to me. i just wanna solve it by myself. you gotta understand that. i'm sorry if i kinda like gave an attitude infront of you guys. i don't wanna blow up due to my thoughts/probloems and that should explain why i kept quite all the way. millions of apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;noorasLam ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"thoughts that could kill ..."&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/8478565306924775207-5368183878449172023?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5368183878449172023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5368183878449172023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5368183878449172023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5368183878449172023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-shall-thank-god-for-making-me-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-3004490111482963610</id><published>2009-11-25T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:17:49.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Favourite Girl is loved but i hate the singer. hehe. love the guitar and the words still, hate the singer. teehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prized possession, one and only&lt;br /&gt;I adore ya, girl I want ya&lt;br /&gt;The one I can't live without&lt;br /&gt;That's you, that's you&lt;br /&gt;Your my precious little lady&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Of all the girls I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"my favourite girl is ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-3004490111482963610?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3004490111482963610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=3004490111482963610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3004490111482963610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3004490111482963610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/favourite-girl-is-loved-but-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5280444220386107124</id><published>2009-11-23T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:09:49.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to you, i have a bad temper. you went too far and you tested my patience without fail.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back then till now, you're still doing 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/8478565306924775207-5280444220386107124?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5280444220386107124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5280444220386107124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5280444220386107124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5280444220386107124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-to-you-i-have-bad-temper.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6370918643848797859</id><published>2009-11-23T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:40:10.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/Swot1cDbzNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LK0Y8fZ9Ch8/s1600/para.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407184698698616018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/Swot1cDbzNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LK0Y8fZ9Ch8/s320/para.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dammit Singapore. must you cut short all movies?? what's the point showing the movie but not showing all? oh gosh. now i have to go online to know how it really ends. seriously, watch it with someone.&lt;br /&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/8478565306924775207-6370918643848797859?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6370918643848797859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6370918643848797859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6370918643848797859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6370918643848797859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/dammit-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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/_zgZeZPjefoM/Swot1cDbzNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LK0Y8fZ9Ch8/s72-c/para.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-1594447650550191860</id><published>2009-11-21T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:20:02.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SwfKOIrkLQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iEGs1DpmMfE/s1600/12853_209342773676_569533676_4198000_2208808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406512221878758658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SwfKOIrkLQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iEGs1DpmMfE/s320/12853_209342773676_569533676_4198000_2208808_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SwfKCPdMvDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/m9BsKweKVQI/s1600/12853_209342773676_569533676_4198000_2208808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"thoughts in the evening."&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/8478565306924775207-1594447650550191860?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1594447650550191860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=1594447650550191860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1594447650550191860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1594447650550191860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarity-of-mind-means-clarity-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SwfKOIrkLQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iEGs1DpmMfE/s72-c/12853_209342773676_569533676_4198000_2208808_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-7749470825504478437</id><published>2009-11-21T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:27:27.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ucapkanlah kasih&lt;br /&gt;Satu kata yang kunantikan&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak mampu&lt;br /&gt;Membaca matamu, Mendengar bisikmu"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"ada cinta."&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/8478565306924775207-7749470825504478437?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7749470825504478437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7749470825504478437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7749470825504478437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7749470825504478437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/ucapkanlah-kasih-satu-kata-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7565371254030641995</id><published>2009-11-19T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:14:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a week after O level and i'm still hunting for work. but nevermind. i shall not find any for the time being. i've been out all day ever since the end of O level and i realised that it's getting mundane, going to the same place everytime. going home late is no longer an issue for me. hmm ... maybe i should learn to stay home and not rot. at least do something productive like ... i don't know. anything maybe. i should save up too because i still owe dear cousin a tub of B&amp;amp;J'sChubby Hubby. and i need money for my own expenses. that's where finding a job come into the picture but i just can't seem to get one. faggot. nevermind, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it's been a while since i've been on a date. i guess i have to get used to being single for now. life is short. i should tryto enjoy while i still can and not go around chasing girls like how majority of my class mates said and cousin, yes i won't be flirtatious anymore. hopefully i can. hmm ... maybe one day i might end up going out on a date but who would be my date? that's the question. i guess i have to wait and let it happen naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"kini aku pulang sebagai lelaki baru."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"kembali pulang."&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/8478565306924775207-7565371254030641995?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7565371254030641995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7565371254030641995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7565371254030641995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7565371254030641995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-after-o-level-and-im-still-hunting.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7982014961156596423</id><published>2009-11-17T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:26:50.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>usually around this time, i'm spending my time with someone before sending her home at 10. now, i'm unable to do that anymore because there's nothing between us. indeed this date is/was a significant day for the both of us. i can't deny that. all i could afford to say was, "Happy supposedly 1 year". no more long messages, no more sweet dedications, no more anything. that was what i could type in my phone and send to her. and that's it. that's what i can only do on this very day when it used to be a wonderful day for the both of us ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ku cintaimu tak bererti bahawa ku harus mmemilikimu selamanya ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"or can i ..?"&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/8478565306924775207-7982014961156596423?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-186524984343098672</id><published>2009-11-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:28:26.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i screw up my audition. that's right. urgh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-186524984343098672?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/186524984343098672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=186524984343098672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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just have to come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bossa Nova maybe? hmm ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-4642363464452202004?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4642363464452202004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4642363464452202004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4642363464452202004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4642363464452202004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/auditions-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-3103194014218804591</id><published>2009-11-12T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:00:12.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was my last paper and now i'm officially free. woohoo! but the official date to the end of Olevel is this Friday. but nevermind. i'm done. hahaha. okay. yesterday i went to Wing Tai Pte. Ltd. for a walk-in interview for shops under Wing Tai. basically i asked for Ben Sherman and Topman. so i have to wait for a week for them to call. hmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have a busy week. today i have to clear my Madrasah Project. tmrw i have a Picnic with Malay students from 4D &amp;amp; 4E and Madrasah will be at night. and on Saturday i have Orkestra Melayu Singapura(OMS) audition which is at 1530 but before that, i have to head down to BN to get my choice piece. haiyo. what a busy week. nevermind. after this week, i'll be busy with another thing and that's if they call me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"we only got 86 400 seconds in a day&lt;br /&gt;to turn it all around or to throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;gotta live like we're dying."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"live like we're dying."&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/8478565306924775207-3103194014218804591?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3103194014218804591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=3103194014218804591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3103194014218804591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3103194014218804591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-was-my-last-paper-and-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-914545134082777727</id><published>2009-11-10T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:20:00.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lacoste, Topman, Esprit. i applied for Lacoste and Esprit. Topman not yet. hmm ... so ppl. if both Esprit and Lacoste call me, which one should i pick? oh wells ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-914545134082777727?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/914545134082777727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=914545134082777727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/914545134082777727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/914545134082777727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/lacoste-topman-esprit.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2408970916353322221</id><published>2009-11-08T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:51:16.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmrw i'll be out with Yayah, Zaky and Loy to try our luck at Royal Sporting House(RSH) HQ to apply for a job. right now we don't even know where to work at. Pull &amp;amp; Bear, Lacoste, Rockport, RSH, Stadium, Zara and Mossimo Dutti. aiyoyo. hahaha. whatever it is, Pull &amp;amp; Bear is my first choice. woohoo! all the best to us man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i went out with Niece and Cousin. oh God, so hyper la the 2 of them. hahaha. i can go crazy you know. but like i've said on the previous entry, they are fun to be with. hahaha. oh, have i told you that i'm auditioning for Okestra Melayu Singapura(OMS)? hahaha. dammit la. audition date is on the 14th and i have not prepared any scores yet. shit. i'm dead. anyway, went to City Hall with Niece to meet Izzat and Suzy. both are her uncle and aunt. they are cool ppl. and i got 2 free shirts from Izzat. woohoo! it's from Domanchi. never heard of it but who cares. hahaha. so yea ppl. that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next entry, take care yaw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"hoping."&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/8478565306924775207-2408970916353322221?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2408970916353322221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2408970916353322221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2408970916353322221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2408970916353322221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/tmrw-ill-be-out-with-yayah-zaky-and-loy.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4311230154462100660</id><published>2009-11-06T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:56:46.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. the skin has been changed and i'm satisfied with it. hahaha. cool. right now i'm left with only Science(Physics/Chemistry) Paper 1. after that party all the way beybeh. NOT! hahaha. i'll be busy finding a job but i have a few connections so it won't be a trouble. (: anything find me at Marina Square. (: if not, just call my phone la deyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. about yesterday. watched Love Happens with HannatheNiece. one noisy niece. hahaha. thanks to her, Mai has become like her. so noisy. now i have to bear with 2 not 1. aiyoyo. hahaha. but they are fun ppl to be with. (: chill eh krg. we are still a family. (: alright. about the movie. it's not a typical relationship kinda movie. the movie is about a guy who wrote a book that helps you forget about your past. i know it doesn't makes sense with the title but you have to watch it to understand it. (: all in all, it's a good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next proper entry, take care readers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"1 paper left yaw!"&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/8478565306924775207-4311230154462100660?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4311230154462100660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4311230154462100660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4311230154462100660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4311230154462100660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7749433449906557456</id><published>2009-10-30T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:43:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kekasih yang dulu hilang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kini dia etlah kembali pulang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akan ku bawa dia terbang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damai bersama bintang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kekasih yang dulu hilang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kini dia telah kembali pulang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Betapa senang ku dendangkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan takkan ku lepaskan"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"if only ..."&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/8478565306924775207-7749433449906557456?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7749433449906557456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7749433449906557456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7749433449906557456'/><link 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like the moon and the star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but close in the heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"di lamun rindu."&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/8478565306924775207-8501360884939185734?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8501360884939185734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=8501360884939185734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8501360884939185734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8501360884939185734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/10/distant-like-moon-and-star-but-close-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-1240552942921927210</id><published>2009-10-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:37:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i won't break my promise."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-explain that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"i still hold on to mine ..."&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/8478565306924775207-1240552942921927210?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1240552942921927210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=1240552942921927210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1240552942921927210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1240552942921927210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wont-break-my-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7399007065967029765</id><published>2009-10-22T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:21:41.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same time, same place, same people, different person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"a total difference."&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/8478565306924775207-7399007065967029765?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7399007065967029765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7399007065967029765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7399007065967029765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"held tight by the hand."&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/8478565306924775207-1654024094644606517?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1654024094644606517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=1654024094644606517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1654024094644606517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1654024094644606517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/10/taken-back-held-tight-by-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4749323893147418836</id><published>2009-10-18T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:03:20.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What i wrote down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;are thoughts from my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple words are used&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i know you won't mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you fall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know i'm there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that goes to show,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By all means,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take all the time you need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before we proceed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll end it here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with full of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The purest i can give,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is as white as a dove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noor Aslam(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"there's always that one person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that will always have your heart. (:" &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/8478565306924775207-4749323893147418836?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4749323893147418836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4749323893147418836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4749323893147418836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4749323893147418836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-wrote-down-are-thoughts-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-459793044277649742</id><published>2009-10-17T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:49:50.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's great, i guess. i don't know but lately i'm just not myself. i feel like i'm losing someone soon. i don't who but it feels like someone that's close to me is gonna leave. it's like a cycle. one by one is leaving. is my life have been set to be like this? honestly, i don't know. hmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every 17th used to be a big day for me. now it's not. i have to admit. my life is not as bright as it used to. now knowing that you're much happier with life, i'm glad i can carry on with my life with no worries. do smile/laugh always. you know that's your charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, i don't know what to do with my life. i don't feel like carrying on with this game but i'm still young to end it just like that. true enough? this is just the beginning i suppose. surely there's more to come ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"memories shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it can't be compared."&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/8478565306924775207-459793044277649742?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/459793044277649742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=459793044277649742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/459793044277649742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/459793044277649742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-great-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7290397442473843158</id><published>2009-10-07T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:28:08.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really had no mood for school today. kept falling asleep. if not, got distracted by my moving-radio-partner, Kasyidi. kept singing MJ's songs and kept imitating his hiccup trademark. oh well. 2 and a half weeks left before the first written paper. hmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if you were a bee. you fly here and there to find honey. you come across the sweetest honey but you told yourself that there's gonna be a more sweeter honey than the one you just found but ended up, it is not as sweet as the first one. what will you do? go back to the sweetest honey, keep finding or go home empty handed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digest it through. you'll get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"everybody knows ..."&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/8478565306924775207-7290397442473843158?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7290397442473843158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7290397442473843158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7290397442473843158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7290397442473843158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-had-no-mood-for-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2053568013747286292</id><published>2009-10-05T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:55:10.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'll take my leave from your life. don't you look back girl because you don't see me like how you used to. from now, i won't regard you like how i used too. seeing you happy/smiling is what i want and if by turning back, it'll just break that smile of yours. let me take my leave as of now. it's what you want from the beginning. all the best in life and your future. may God bless you in everything that you do. take care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;noorasLam ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;"niga neomu pogosip'eun nalen."&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"bodohnya diriku ..."&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/8478565306924775207-2053568013747286292?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2053568013747286292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2053568013747286292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2053568013747286292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2053568013747286292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-take-my-leave-from-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-8545264927613303501</id><published>2009-09-28T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:19:09.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today marks a special day for someone whom i've met for more than 10 years. i hope she had a blast on her special day. Nisa, i wish you all the best and may you succeed in life. do study hard and make your parents proud. i know you can. also, be a good role model for kedek. guide her through in secondary school life. all the best and once again, happy 16th birthday. take care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;noorasLam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dengarkanlah permintaan hati ... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"19 december 2008 ..."&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/8478565306924775207-8545264927613303501?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8545264927613303501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=8545264927613303501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8545264927613303501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8545264927613303501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-marks-special-day-for-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6525491573056835575</id><published>2009-09-27T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:55:47.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st - Lewis Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;2nd - Tim Glock&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Fernando Alonso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to those days where it was Ferrari one-two finish? well i guess the team really needs Felipe Massa back in the team. Kimi Raikkonen is not on-form, somehow. well, if only Michael Schumacher could race again, Ferrari would have take the pole position. nevermind. we'll see who'll be crown champion afterthe remaining 3 races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanna came to my house today. it doesn't feel weird like how it used to. everybody was talking. took some pictures and dad sent her home at about 845. although there's nothing between us anymore, mummy still dotes on you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"it felt like before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"good times."&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/8478565306924775207-6525491573056835575?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6525491573056835575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6525491573056835575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6525491573056835575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6525491573056835575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-lewis-hamilton-2nd-timglock-3rd.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4528288709164348449</id><published>2009-09-26T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:56:23.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a week since raya started. and within that week, i've spent all my money on my bike. 50bucks gone for new tires. no big deal. i expect this year's collection to be less than a 100 due to school. it's okay. i'm thankful enough with what i've got. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to square one now for me. i have to start saving up my money for other parts of my bike. but the most important thing is that i must save up for an upcoming birthday. oh gosh. i guess i won't in school. we'll see how. currently i'm listening to Dik by Wali Band. it brought me back to the good ol' day where i gave my words to someone to take care of her in any circumstances.   good times  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear my phone is being such a bitch. playing all the sentimental songs and all. one by one memories are being played in my head. but guess it had to be then than now.  hmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ku akan menjagamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Di bangun dan tidurmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Di semua mimpi dan nyatamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ku akan menjagamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuk hidup dan matiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tak ingin, tak ingin kau rapuh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"lelaki baru ..?"&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/8478565306924775207-4528288709164348449?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4528288709164348449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4528288709164348449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4528288709164348449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4528288709164348449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-week-since-raya-started.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6304499956477226988</id><published>2009-09-22T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:32:13.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i must admit, it's getting dusty in here. oh well. things are in a mess right now. you readers should know in one way or another right? shall not elaborate any further ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has to go on no matter what happens in between. be it a good thing or a bad thing. true? i must be honest that it feels different now to not have a partner to laugh with, talk with etc. but oh well. things just don't go the way we want it to. we plan for the future but God determines it. life has indeed changed for me. going solo gives me a lil bit more room do to things my way and my interest. come to think of it, what's the point having the time but no one to spend it with. true? so don't blame me if you guys text me and i don't reply as how i usually do because i'm picking up riding again and my bike is the only thing i can shower my love to, for now that is. although i may look happy on the outside, think again. those who knows me will surely know that deep down inside i'm not. i'm just putting a front because i don't like to make ppl worry. if i can handle it myself, i wouldn't wanna bother others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm ... it feels empty now. losing your close ones. everyone left instantaneously. but if this is what i deserve, then i shall accept it. i may have a lot of friends but not all are my true friends. i shall thank Rahami, Shirieyn, Eera, Ida, Afiqul, Aidil, Zaky, Iffah, the 6 gone case and those who have been my true friends. having you guys here just brightens up my day. i thank you all for trying to bring back that smile i always put on whenever i meet you guys. appreciate it much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to nisa, hmm ... things have indeed changed between us after the 27th of June. well i hope you still can maintain your friendship with Hanna because she's an amazing person. trust me. she is although she tends to show her wild side more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my beloved niece, i may not be the one for you but i am still here to carry out my duty as promised. i wouldn't wanna let baba/mama down. as promised, i'll take care of you from far and will still be here to lend you a listening ear. you got my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not rant any further. i'll end it here. so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next entry, take care readers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;noorasLam(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-6304499956477226988?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6304499956477226988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6304499956477226988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6304499956477226988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6304499956477226988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6306392906424251810</id><published>2009-09-06T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:31:45.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's different now. it used to be together, two by two but now, easy say, i'm going solo. well, it may take a while for me to adapt but i'm not sure if it's gonna be a short period of time or not. if this is the best, then lets just stay as it is because things won't be the same after what had happened. take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;noorasLam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to let go but it's not easy to comeback ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-6306392906424251810?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6306392906424251810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6306392906424251810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6306392906424251810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6306392906424251810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-different-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-8842014158951148014</id><published>2009-08-19T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:06:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before anything, i just wanna say that i won't be blogging that much(on hiatus maybe) due to my big brother and sister's project. they needa use the laptop so yea. i'm tryna be understanding here so i hope you ppl too. i'm out. take care.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-8842014158951148014?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8842014158951148014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=8842014158951148014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8842014158951148014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8842014158951148014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-anything-i-just-wanna-say-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7159445113437208452</id><published>2009-07-29T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:53:36.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a quote from an unprofessional liar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we came up late because i was eating and was in the toilet. ):"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one will buy these words. true enough? hahaha. we have different kind of ppl in 4B. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-7159445113437208452?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7159445113437208452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7159445113437208452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7159445113437208452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7159445113437208452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-from-unprofessional-liar-we-came.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7068364489534214853</id><published>2009-07-28T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:41:45.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jokes for the day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh _____ go ask teacher for pad uh. who knows she has a bigger one? (:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh _____ use layers of pad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came from a guy and the way he says it was super hilarious. hahaha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-7068364489534214853?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7068364489534214853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7068364489534214853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7068364489534214853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7068364489534214853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/jokes-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7206538550404270889</id><published>2009-07-26T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:38:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i "dated" my bestie to catch the fireworks preview! itwas beautiful. i love the red heart firworks. how i wished girlf was there but it's okay. i understand. (: we'll catch it next time again okay girlf? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i went to catch the firworks, i went out with girlf to get a storybook. yes ppl, i read. (: i got a book called The Good thief. it's about this 9 year-old bot who lost his parents and his left arm. nobody wants to adopt him so he was put in an Orphanage. until one day, a man claims to be his uncle came and took him home. but he wasn't his uncle. easy say, he's a theif. he expects the lil boy to work for him. so, long story short, it's either his life or his freedom. i haven't read it yet because it's with girlf. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got home at midnight and mum didn't realise it. hahaha. here's the convo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum : kate da pat Simei? tk balek-balek pun? (i thought you said you're  at Simei? Where are you?)&lt;br /&gt;me : org dapat dlm bilik da. (i'm in my room already.)&lt;br /&gt;mum : mama tk dgr pun? (i didn't hear you enter at all.)&lt;br /&gt;me : tk la. org da pat rumah da. (no la. i'm home already.)&lt;br /&gt;mum : oh. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the convo. well, mum must be worried and tired. that should explain why. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck at home now. i feel like a pig because all i wanna do is to sleep. hahaha. well, i ought to have my rest after a long day yesterday and school. hahaha. take care everyone. i'm turningin, i think. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"it's been a while. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-7206538550404270889?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7206538550404270889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7206538550404270889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7206538550404270889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7206538550404270889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-i-dated-my-bestie-to-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4011421779364354577</id><published>2009-07-24T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:06:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subway, Eat Fresh! was where we had our late lunch/early dinner. girlf should be content with that. hahaha. mainly today accompanied girlf for her DPA interview. according to her description, it went well but it's the other way round for her. hahaha. whatever it is, all the best with the results. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;some people are meant to be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a significant person may leave behind beautiful memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but you need something that symbolise that person to remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;about the memories that were created. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hold on tight to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and may those memories flow through your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;noorasLam(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories shared,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it can't be compared. (:"&lt;/em&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/8478565306924775207-4011421779364354577?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4011421779364354577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4011421779364354577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4011421779364354577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4011421779364354577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/subway-eat-fresh-was-where-we-had-our.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7192338441233957788</id><published>2009-07-20T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:40:41.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget about today. forget about what happened. take it as if nothing was being said. put it behind you on just look forward. people are bound to make mistakes. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Still I Cry Alone At Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You Judge Of My Composure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm Lying To Myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And The Reason Why She Left Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did She Find Someone Else?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;left hanging ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"mad world."&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/8478565306924775207-7192338441233957788?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7192338441233957788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7192338441233957788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7192338441233957788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7192338441233957788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/forget-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7141662371425957238</id><published>2009-07-19T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:23:15.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 8th Monthsary to Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out today to make it up for Friday. watched Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince. awesome. really. you may guess it who's the Half-Blood Prince. catch it to understand it. (: went shopping for girlf's shoe. i picked it for her and it's from Guess. (: home-d by 8. sorry for the quick update. i've got lots to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"miss those moments ..."&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/8478565306924775207-7141662371425957238?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7141662371425957238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7141662371425957238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7141662371425957238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7141662371425957238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-8th-monthsary-to-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4043550393220938404</id><published>2009-07-16T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:58:04.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That there is more love than hate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's more heart than ache&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we are stuck in this great big world together &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That there is a lot at stake &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no time to wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can change the world if we try &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're gonna change it forever&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I still believe ..."&lt;/em&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/8478565306924775207-4043550393220938404?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4043550393220938404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4043550393220938404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4043550393220938404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4043550393220938404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-i-still-believe-that-there-is-more.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6195298516224158892</id><published>2009-07-15T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:53:46.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Tuhan anugerahi sebuah cinta kepada manusia untuk dapat saling menyayangi. Bila kebencian meracunimu, tidak akan ada jalan keluar. Damai hanya jadi impian. Kita tidak akan boleh berlari dari kenyataan bahawa kita manusia .Tempatnya salah dan lupa jika masih ada cinta di hatimu. Maka maafkanlah segala kesalahan, cintailah cinta. Bila kamu boleh memaafkan atas kesalahan manusia yang mungkin tidak boleh dimaafkan, tentu Tuhan pun akan memaafkan atas dosa yang pernah tercipta yang mungkin tidak boleh diampuni."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"jangan pernah ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-6195298516224158892?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6195298516224158892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6195298516224158892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6195298516224158892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6195298516224158892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuhan-anugerahi-sebuah-cinta-kepada.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4793495865684823147</id><published>2009-07-14T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:49:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving isn't the best way to run ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i thanked God for meeting a great person like you" &lt;/em&gt;-remember &lt;em&gt; this?&lt;/em&gt;&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/8478565306924775207-4793495865684823147?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4793495865684823147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4793495865684823147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4793495865684823147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4793495865684823147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/leaving-isnt-best-way-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2527252875976210096</id><published>2009-07-13T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:37:55.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for more than 10 years, we've known each other. to let go again is the hardest thing to do. we hated each other. we simply despise the sight of one another. those days ended with a beautiful ending. an ending that may be an embarrasing moment for one or maybe both. we laughed knowing how cute those days were. we smiled knowing how close we were. we cry knowing that those memories can only be played back in our minds but can't be re-enact in real life. and we tend to regret for letting go because those memories are hard to come by and to let it go again, is to simply forget the wonderful time that we had back then and now. we reunited. but some felt that it's a trouble that we're creating. you let go. you didn't want to make things worse. but now, we went through another phrase but you want to let go. what's gonna happen to all those days, those memories? and is this gonna be the last good bye? what's gonna happen? and ultimately, is this what you really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Duka membuat kita sembuh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the last good bye?"&lt;/em&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/8478565306924775207-2527252875976210096?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2527252875976210096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2527252875976210096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2527252875976210096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2527252875976210096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-more-than-10-years-weve-known-each.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5929291266964490415</id><published>2009-07-11T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:32:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know it's a bit late but yea, i've watched Transformers 2 : Revenge Of The Fallen. (: it was an awesome movie. the sound effects and all. and hell yea, Megan Fox is one hot babe yaw! :D rock on girl! anyway, i had a good time today. i got my Pull &amp;amp; Bear shirt changed and got another one for myself. (: and also i received another birthday gift. woohoo! and choice of cigarettes has been a problem for me. when i wanna have filters, i feel like having menthol. and when i have menthol, i feel like having filters. i guess i need to have 10 for each huh? hahaha. oh well. nevermind. i'll get use to all types of cigarettes anyway. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i lost quite a lot of money. i really need to stop spending. and maybe after O, i'll work for awhile to recover the money that i've spend on. it's gonna be hard. i know. earning money ain't easy man. i guess i'll feel the the tiredness/difficulty in earning money. dad, i'm gonna know how it's like having to work to support yourself and the family. gosh, in 2 months time O's are coming man. shit them. i guess i need to make full use of curriculum time. all the best man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to strawberry, i miss you much okay? tomorrow we meet can? (-_-" what a way to ask a question.) anything text me okay tomorrow? we'll meet at the usual place. Insya-Allah. take care b. have a good night's rest. good night. (: (--,)zZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i never wanna see you cry."&lt;/em&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/8478565306924775207-5929291266964490415?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5929291266964490415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5929291266964490415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5929291266964490415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5929291266964490415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-its-bit-late-but-yea-ive-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2433124120013937004</id><published>2009-07-10T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:00:52.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"cinta bukan tentang menyintai seseorang yang sempurna tetapi menyintai sesesorang yang tidak sempurna dengan sempurnanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam dunia ini, tiada sesiapa pun yang sempurna. ada yang cuba untuk menjadi sempurna demi seseorang. tetapi sesesorang yang berpendirian diri yang akan membangkit dari yang lain kerana mereka tahu bahawa dengan berpendirian diri dan tidak cuba untuk menjadi sempurna, mereka akan diterima oleh kekasih mereka tanpa ragu. jadi, janganlah pernah berubah untuk menjadi seorang yang sempurna kerana hidup ini tidak pernah sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck in Malay. hope you understand what i'm trying to interpret ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"imperfect perfectly."&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/8478565306924775207-2433124120013937004?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2433124120013937004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2433124120013937004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2433124120013937004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2433124120013937004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/cinta-bukan-tentang-menyintai-seseorang.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2609725037176334108</id><published>2009-07-08T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:02:12.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like A Comet&lt;br /&gt;Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky&lt;br /&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye&lt;br /&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny And Sparkly&lt;br /&gt;And Splendidly Bright&lt;br /&gt;Here One Day&lt;br /&gt;Gone One Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like The Loss Of Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;On A Cloudy Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Castle&lt;br /&gt;Built Upon A Sandy Beach&lt;br /&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Perfect Flower&lt;br /&gt;That Is Just Beyond Your Reach&lt;br /&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight&lt;br /&gt;Here One Day&lt;br /&gt;Gone One Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Dying With The Rising Of The Moon&lt;br /&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tribute to the Greatest Entertainer, King of Pop, Michael Jackson. Rest In Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gone Too Soon ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-2609725037176334108?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2609725037176334108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2609725037176334108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2609725037176334108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2609725037176334108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-comet-blazing-cross-evening-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5135484501528345191</id><published>2009-07-06T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:11:41.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was raining and girlfreind was so pissed because her plans didn't go as planned. but her mind was so spontaneous that she decided to change the venue to Istana Park. it was suppose to be at Singapore Botanical Garden though. we were suppose to have a picnic there but had it at the Istana Park. it was super duper fun. i had three presents in total. and all were from girlfriend. first i received a big ballon with "Happy Birthday!" on it. (: then a Sesame's Street plush toy. this blue colour one. i forgot the name but it's not Cookie Monster. hahaha. it's the one who always wear a cape. hahaha. then i received a box containing a Pull &amp;amp; Bear tee. woohoo! i swear it's super nice but the size was big. hahaha. we went back to Takashimaya to get the size change right after we're done with our Pizza, Chicken nuggets and Strawberries(feeling-feeling HSM. hehe. xp) yumyumyummy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although everything didn't go as planned, i still had fun because my girlfriend specially planned this for my big day. i thank you so much for the effort that you've put in to make this celebration a wonderful one. thank you b. i love you + plus the gifts too. hehe. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures are at Facebook though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Happy 16th. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-5135484501528345191?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5135484501528345191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5135484501528345191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5135484501528345191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5135484501528345191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-raining-and-girlfreind-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-8200395504540566121</id><published>2009-07-04T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:02:46.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i felt like a bloody pig today. i had nothing to do last night so i stayed up till 3:30 a.m. i slept all the way till 4:30 p.m. oh gosh. i missed the first part my weekend. but nevermind. monday is a school hoilday so i have a little bit long weekend. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my MT O level oral and dayum it was about Music. it went well, i guess.  i totally suck up to them. and both invigilators were laughing when i talked. it's either they laugh about what i say or laugh at the way i talk to them. oh well. i don't know. hopefully i nailed it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that yesterday was my stupidest day. i swear. i screwed my own girlfriend's plan which took months to prepare on what to bring and what to do. and all this was planned for my big day. how stupid can i get? a surprise is a surprise. i know but i hate surprises. i'm sorry i didn't tell you earlier. i'm really am stupid. i'm sorry for pissing you off last night and i'm sorry for making you cry last night. if you wanna call it off, then go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after realisation, the other party felt that things weren't the same anymore. we were not that close as before. everything is different. we don't share things like how we used to and the other party don't seem to tell things anymore. well i guess things do change. i hope the other party is doing fine there. have a safe trip to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"everybody's changing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-8200395504540566121?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8200395504540566121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=8200395504540566121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8200395504540566121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8200395504540566121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-felt-like-bloody-pig-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-658627057673736165</id><published>2009-07-01T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:22:12.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, i got hold to my long waited watch, G-Shock G9000 Mudman(red). woohoo! it's my birthday present from my mum, brother and sister. as for dad, i'm still waiting for the precious Samsung M8800 Pixon. hahaha. thank you dearest family. i love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"the art and style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of a family. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-658627057673736165?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/658627057673736165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=658627057673736165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/658627057673736165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/658627057673736165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-i-got-hold-to-my-long-waited.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5585161629831857418</id><published>2009-06-29T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:47:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that was one of the caption for a photo of you in my phone. i've never wanted to let you go. i swear. why would i wanna let go of someone who has made a big impact in my life? why would i wanna let go of someone who plays a very important role in my life? i know at times i neglected you without realising it and abandon you for my clique. i never meant to at all. and i know i've been spending more time with my clique than with you. but even if i wasn't with you, i still think about you and i want to end my day with you being the last person i see. you've touched my heart and soul. i can't possibly let go of you. the past days or maybe months have been rough, i know but i hope you know that you still hold the key to my heart. it's hard to see you go. i really want you close. every single thing you do, is much appreciated by me, even if it's the smallest thing because in the end, it's these small things that we remember. little imperfection that makes them perfect for us. i would really want the old us back. i'm sorry. i love you b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"little imperfections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that makes them perfect"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-5585161629831857418?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5585161629831857418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5585161629831857418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5585161629831857418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5585161629831857418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-let-me-go.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4722126454310326303</id><published>2009-06-27T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:23:01.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cancer is considered "feminine", negative (introvert) sign. It is also considered a water sign and is one of four cardinal signs. Cancer is ruled by the Moon. Cancer is considered compatible with Pisces and Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries is considered a "masculine", positive (extrovert) sign. It is also considered a fire sign, and is one of four cardinal signs. Aries is ruled by the planet Mars. Aries is considered compatible with Sagittarius and Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm "feminine" - they are supposed to be naturally less communicative, more receptive and more sensitive than the fire and air triplicities. They prefer to draw upon personal resources to achieve their lives' goals and tend to be reserved, cautious and often retiring - in extreme cases standoffish.  "Past-oriented" because it is supposed negative signs will focus on the past and be more resistant to change than positive signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna's "masculine" -  they tend to be more communicative, buoyant and sociable - broadly matching the extrovert personality, aiming for a large number of friends and to focusing on working with them rather than on their own resources. "Future-oriented" because they are seen as less conservative and resistant to change than negative signs. Whilst they are often less interested in preserving the status quo than negative signs, in the case of the fire signs at least this is often opposed by the desire for power and prestige.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adapted from Wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're two different people. hahaha. but opposite attracts. hahaha. elaboration on girlfriend's blog. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-4722126454310326303?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4722126454310326303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4722126454310326303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4722126454310326303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4722126454310326303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/cancer-is-considered-feminine-negative.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5051922854196948328</id><published>2009-06-27T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:50:32.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ashley and Annabelle. 2 greatest people in life. although they were like Fire and Water, can't get along and hated each other, i'm glad that they've put everything behind them and start anew. it must've been hard to make the decision of starting anew. but it's for their own good. instead of sitting back and figuring what the hell happened, they can simply converse with each other to actually know what happened. the wonders of being friends. i thank you both for being friends, more like bff. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit, it's kinda awkward seeing the both of them talking to each other and laughing together. honestly, it's like seeing Jennifer Aniston with Angelina Jolie having a great time with each other. but i'm glad that everything  is cleared once and for all. everything is okay now i guess. well Ashley and Annabelle are having fun texting each other. so i guess everything is okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now you guys should know who i am referring to. Ashley is my wonderful girlfriend, Hanna and Annabelle is my bff, Nisa. yes people, they're friends. hahaha. i love the both of you la okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more about Cancer and Aries later. hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"2 dearest people. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-5051922854196948328?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5051922854196948328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5051922854196948328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5051922854196948328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5051922854196948328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/ashley-and-annabelle.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5585985904004043823</id><published>2009-06-25T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:33:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I got conned, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks uh eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-5585985904004043823?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5585985904004043823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5585985904004043823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5585985904004043823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5585985904004043823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-con-ed-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2048509981530160847</id><published>2009-06-24T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:46:56.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there. fuck the holidays. why? i can't seem to get the time update this blog thanks to the unfairness among my siblings. my brother got his own lappy and will never let anyone else use it. not even touch it. the old laptop is with my sister. and i'm left with nothing. the only time for me to hog on the lappy is when my sister is not at home which is quite impossible though. nevermind i shall stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the rain, i can't get my butt out of this house to play football as planned 2 days ago with the clique. oh well, luck wasn't on our side. i guess eddy will have a fun time sleeping today after ton-ing(sp) till 7 along with aan. grr~ anyhoser, i want new graphic tees. :D but i'm so in love with the one's at topman. woohoo! it's been a while since i last shop there. all thanks to girlf la for asking me to get graphic tees. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i swear i'm just gonna rot at home since it's raining outside. on second thoughts, i shall go out when the rain stops. hahaha. oh well. i don't know what's got into me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post, take care readers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ke alam rahsiamu. (:"&lt;/em&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/8478565306924775207-2048509981530160847?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2048509981530160847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2048509981530160847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2048509981530160847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2048509981530160847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-there_24.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-1821717297588048234</id><published>2009-06-17T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:35:53.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/Sjjh1y_xNzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lm28_fYZ_jE/s1600-h/2909_73324208811_537418811_1610815_5395405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348272871841019698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/Sjjh1y_xNzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lm28_fYZ_jE/s320/2909_73324208811_537418811_1610815_5395405_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to this beautiful young lady up here, *not editted*, i'll like to thank you for going through this rough ride together with me for 7 months. thank you very much syg. and so, i'll wish you a happy 7th monthsary. i'll make it up for today tomorrow alright? (: i love you b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"7 months and still counting. (:&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/8478565306924775207-1821717297588048234?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1821717297588048234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=1821717297588048234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1821717297588048234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1821717297588048234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-this-beautiful-young-lady-up-here.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/Sjjh1y_xNzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lm28_fYZ_jE/s72-c/2909_73324208811_537418811_1610815_5395405_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-8878429530319025596</id><published>2009-06-11T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:03:29.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're not the same old person anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guys love the chase? spoken by a true man. you're in that category too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loyalty, honesty &amp;amp; sincerity. the 3 essential things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trust &amp;amp; love. the other 2 key things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-8878429530319025596?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8878429530319025596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=8878429530319025596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8878429530319025596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8878429530319025596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-not-same-old-person-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6021348164031342274</id><published>2009-06-05T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:36:11.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can somebody please save me before i die from school. i'm not having a good holiday due to classes from 8 till 4. that'll be my June holiday plans. cool shit don't you think so? oh gosh. next week will be the most _______ (fill in the blanks) day. i'm going all out with 3 hours of D&amp;amp;T. shit ass. if by next week i can't finish the damn bloody project, i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post, take care readers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"it's been so long."&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/8478565306924775207-6021348164031342274?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6021348164031342274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6021348164031342274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6021348164031342274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6021348164031342274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-somebody-please-save-me-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5729952432671420043</id><published>2009-06-02T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:29:06.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there. for the very first time me,  girlfriend and Rahamad stepped into Tampines 1. after so long, today was the first time we stepped into that mall. reason being, they'll be a lot of people during the first few days but, there's still a lot of people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millions of apologies to my 2 dearest people : Kak Min and Shirieyn. it's not that we didn't wanna ask you guys out but, i didn't know if you guys are available. it's my fault. don't blame the others. i was supposed to text you guys but i didn't because i lost track of what i'm suppose to do but to make it up to my mistake, we'll be going out on the 3rd week of June. sounds good? i'm really sorry though. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to null, thanks for the laughters. and it was nice meeting your friends they're nice people. really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to girlf, thanks for the day. if it weren't for you, mmy day will be a very mundane day for me. thank you for the laughters. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"sorry dearest people. ):"&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/8478565306924775207-5729952432671420043?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5729952432671420043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5729952432671420043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5729952432671420043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5729952432671420043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-534669190187240890</id><published>2009-05-31T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:19:22.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there. before anyone make any assumption about this blog being dead, i shall make it clear that it's not. well, it is my fault that this blog looks dead because of the lack of updating but there are some issues between me and updating the blog ; internet connection. it has gone bonkers but what the hell. it's okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the big day for all students taking MT 'O' Level. all the best and make your parents proud. it's just the beginning of it. so be prepared and do your best. don't be too commplacent because it may be difficult than it looks. but then again, i know you all can do it. sleep well and go for it. do it once, do it well. take care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;noorasLam(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-534669190187240890?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/534669190187240890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=534669190187240890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/534669190187240890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/534669190187240890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6880913916512080777</id><published>2009-05-23T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:38:13.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"love is not about loving a perfect perfect person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; it's about loving the imperfect person  perfectly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-6880913916512080777?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6880913916512080777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6880913916512080777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6880913916512080777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6880913916512080777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-not-about-loving-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4010800416669368357</id><published>2009-05-19T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:58:13.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you shout at me, i shout at you back. you get angry at me, i get angry at you back. you throw my things, i'll throw yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll add more fire to it. isn't that what you want? fire and fire gives a bigger fire. it'll be damn interesting i tell you. better be ready. you will never see it coming, i swear. good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-4010800416669368357?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4010800416669368357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4010800416669368357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4010800416669368357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4010800416669368357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-shout-at-me-i-shout-at-you-back.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5983076388611067714</id><published>2009-05-16T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:40:03.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bagai bintang dilangit&lt;br /&gt;Begitu cinta kita&lt;br /&gt;Tak kan pernah binasa&lt;br /&gt;Meski terhapus masa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terima kasih tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Kau telah sempurnakan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telah engkau ciptakan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia untuk diriku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku bukan pujangga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yang pandai rangkai kata &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang ku punya hanyalah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanya segenggam cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love my girlfriend. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-5983076388611067714?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5983076388611067714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5983076388611067714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5983076388611067714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5983076388611067714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/05/bagai-bintang-dilangit-begitu-cinta.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-3669783143082248271</id><published>2009-05-11T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:05:18.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't sleep because i'm missing you. if only you could be here with me to accompany me through out the night. that'll be the greatest day of my life. i swear. don't bother about me when you read this. i'll probably get my sleep after this entry. thank you for yesterday though. take care sweetheart. good night. i love you. (: (--,)zZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"sleepless night."&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/8478565306924775207-3669783143082248271?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3669783143082248271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=3669783143082248271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3669783143082248271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3669783143082248271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-sleep-because-im-missing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-1523785323155164330</id><published>2009-05-09T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:52:48.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i typed and update here. well, i guess this blog can be un-private for the benefit of those who's been asking why the heck this blog is private and for whatever reason. well, let's just forget about it alright? i wanna share a lil' bit about something which i came up with like spontaneously(sp) and i'd like to type it out rather than pen it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's strange and amazing how a person can change one's heart so quickly. she&lt;br /&gt;did nothing but just be herself. she made him feel so special that she didn't&lt;br /&gt;even realise how deep she has touch his heart. at one point he thought that&lt;br /&gt;love was so far away but she came into his life and showed him a better day.&lt;br /&gt;that's why he's been thinking about her so bad that he is crazy in love with&lt;br /&gt;her. all he wanna do is to just be with her and give her the best of everything.&lt;br /&gt;he can only do that if she is willing to let him take her by her hand and build&lt;br /&gt;their dynasty of love together. with their strong love for each other, no other&lt;br /&gt;feeling could be compared with and to break it apart, no one would&lt;br /&gt;dare. so to the lady who knows what i'm referring to, will you let me take you&lt;br /&gt;by the hand and watch how our love for each other grows as day goes by? that's&lt;br /&gt;all i'm asking. will you let me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;nooraslam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-1523785323155164330?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1523785323155164330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=1523785323155164330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1523785323155164330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1523785323155164330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-long-time-since-i-typed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6340908292152978283</id><published>2009-04-25T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:26:42.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPClLt9VI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ylah_drTHwQ/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328619321124844882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPClLt9VI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ylah_drTHwQ/s320/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPCc0a16I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nZO6oMKnLc8/s1600-h/thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328619318879639458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPCc0a16I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nZO6oMKnLc8/s320/thinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPCVGDMtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uF6PIBvgeek/s1600-h/whee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328619316806103762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPCVGDMtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uF6PIBvgeek/s320/whee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPCNeN8tI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qUR1szNjqJk/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328619314759987922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPCNeN8tI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qUR1szNjqJk/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPB-xrsKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GsQQU_bF5jY/s1600-h/17th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328619310815096994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPB-xrsKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GsQQU_bF5jY/s320/17th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-6340908292152978283?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6340908292152978283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6340908292152978283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6340908292152978283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6340908292152978283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-love-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfMPClLt9VI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ylah_drTHwQ/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-3777265598258841616</id><published>2009-04-25T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:13:19.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfLhST3wA4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/efJ0fbTX8jU/s1600-h/tiada+dua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328569013820720002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfLhST3wA4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/efJ0fbTX8jU/s320/tiada+dua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;th caption says it all, &lt;em&gt;"tiada dua bagiku". &lt;/em&gt;meaning, "there's no two for me". in simple words, "you're the only one". so baby, what i wrote on the picture is what i really want to convey to you and to others that there's no one but you that i wanna be with. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. i love you very much. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can steal the picture if you want to. hehe. xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"tiada dua bagiku. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-3777265598258841616?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3777265598258841616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=3777265598258841616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3777265598258841616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3777265598258841616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/th-caption-says-it-all-tiada-dua-bagiku.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/SfLhST3wA4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/efJ0fbTX8jU/s72-c/tiada+dua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-185362592417250492</id><published>2009-04-22T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:19:58.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weather was so humid. and all i could think of was the time to really past real fast so that i could take a break. i guess girlf felt the same way too. but what a bad way to end my day with D&amp;amp;T. hearing Mr Chan's voice was the last thing that i wanted. he'll keep talking and expect us to listen and then, will scold us for not doing our work. what's that all about? the man is so weird. gosh, i'm left with less than a week to my mid-year. i really need to ace this so that my mind will be free from stress and will be able to concentrate on Prelims, then O level. i'm feeling the pressure now. it's super scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a quick update on SYF results,&lt;br /&gt;Symphonic Band : Silver,&lt;br /&gt;Modern Dance : Gold,&lt;br /&gt;Choir : Silver,&lt;br /&gt;Drama : Silver&lt;br /&gt;Malay Dance : Silver,&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Dance : ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully Chinese Dance get Silver or above to match with the others. it feels gret that our Performing Arts are producing great results. kudos to Modern Dance for clinching Gold. they came as Bronze Dancers and came back with a comfortable Gold. kudos to Choir too. they were a C.O.P Choir and now, look at them. they're a Silver Choir now. right Iffah? (: congrats to all. but to Drama, don't be dishearten. i feel what you all feel. we too dropped from Gold to Silver. but there's this saying, there are ups and downs in everything. so all the best for 2011 Central Judging for both Symphonic Band and Drama. i know you guys can. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm missing girlf ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Center Of Excellence For Performing Arts?"&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/8478565306924775207-185362592417250492?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/185362592417250492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=185362592417250492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/185362592417250492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/185362592417250492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather-was-so-humid.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4697408872396889416</id><published>2009-04-19T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:06:42.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll take the lead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will be safe with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afraid to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I'll catch you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"can i have this dance? (:"&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/8478565306924775207-4697408872396889416?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4697408872396889416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4697408872396889416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4697408872396889416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4697408872396889416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-my-hand-ill-take-lead-and-every.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7133188029540468242</id><published>2009-04-17T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:04:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 5th Monthsary. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from shopping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to shopping again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to Delifrance and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just make me the happiest guy on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you so much baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boyfriend(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"5th monthsary. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-7133188029540468242?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7133188029540468242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7133188029540468242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7133188029540468242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7133188029540468242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-5th-monthsary.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-3278823648635382246</id><published>2009-04-10T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:20:40.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 18 minutes past midnight and i miss my girlfriend. oh gosh. must she have fever? sigh ... b, please meet me tomorrow. i really miss you ... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-3278823648635382246?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3278823648635382246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=3278823648635382246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3278823648635382246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/3278823648635382246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-18-minutes-past-midnight-and-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-5078955144632190997</id><published>2009-04-09T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:01:57.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a useless boyfriend ... *sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478565306924775207-5078955144632190997?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5078955144632190997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=5078955144632190997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5078955144632190997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/5078955144632190997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-useless-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-394056459699179931</id><published>2009-04-08T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:57:05.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl, Close Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let That Rhythm Get Into You&lt;br /&gt;Don't Try To Fight It&lt;br /&gt;There Ain't Nothin' That You Can Do&lt;br /&gt;Relax Your Mind&lt;br /&gt;Lay Back And Groove With Mine&lt;br /&gt;You Got To Feel That Heat&lt;br /&gt;And We Can Ride The Boogie&lt;br /&gt;Share That Beat Of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Rock With You (All Night)&lt;br /&gt;Dance You Into Day (Sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Rock With You (All Night)&lt;br /&gt;We're Gonna Rock The Night Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out On The Floor&lt;br /&gt;There Ain't Nobody There But Us Girl,&lt;br /&gt;When You Dance There's A Magic That Must Be Love&lt;br /&gt;Just Take It Slow 'Cause We Got So Far To Go&lt;br /&gt;When You Feel That Heat&lt;br /&gt;And We're Gonna Ride The Boogie&lt;br /&gt;Share That Beat Of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Rock With You (All Night)&lt;br /&gt;Dance You Into Day (Sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Rock With You (All Night)&lt;br /&gt;We're Gonna Rock The Night Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And When The Groove Is Dead And Gone (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You Know That Love Survives&lt;br /&gt;So We Can Rock Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I Wanna Rock With You (Yeah) (All Night)&lt;br /&gt;Rock You Into Day (Sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Rock With You (All Night)&lt;br /&gt;Rock The Night Away Feel The Heat Feel The Beat Rock You Into Day (Sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Rock - Rock The Night Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"rock with me girl. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-394056459699179931?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/394056459699179931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=394056459699179931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/394056459699179931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/394056459699179931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-close-your-eyes-let-that-rhythm.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7633983949411165658</id><published>2009-04-08T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:46:26.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/Sdx-8maVsEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wEdhEGkMxdQ/s1600-h/pixon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322268439213355074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/Sdx-8maVsEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wEdhEGkMxdQ/s320/pixon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Samsung M8800 Pixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've been eyeing on a few phones since i wanted to change my old Sony Ericsson W760i and i've come acrossthis phone, Samsung M8800 Pixon. oh gosh, when can i get hold of this elegant phone. i swear i can't wait any longer. hahahaha. but good things comes when we wait, true? hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"dream phone. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-7633983949411165658?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7633983949411165658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7633983949411165658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7633983949411165658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7633983949411165658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/samsung-m8800-pixon-ive-been-eyeing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgZeZPjefoM/Sdx-8maVsEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wEdhEGkMxdQ/s72-c/pixon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478565306924775207.post-1706537970015880495</id><published>2009-04-06T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:37:36.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you come up to me and asked who is my girlfriend, i'll proudly say Sharifah Hanna Syawaliah Bte Fadzli Al-Edrus's name out loud with no fear because i love her and you should know that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;noorasLam(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"that's my girlfriend. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-1706537970015880495?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1706537970015880495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=1706537970015880495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1706537970015880495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/1706537970015880495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-come-up-to-me-and-asked-who-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-6984595530779928581</id><published>2009-04-05T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:16:07.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"don't forget the lyrics. (:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you've guessed it. girlf and i played this game, which she claimed to be the lamest game, in the bus going towards Sin Ming. i sent her to her uncle's place for tuition buy duh wei. we were so bored and ended up playing &lt;em&gt;"don't forget the lyrics"&lt;/em&gt; in the bus because there was a traffic jam near Salvation Army headquarter. gosh, it was a half an hour traffic jam. you can do lots of things with that given time. hahahaha. and hell yeah. something fun will always happen whenever we're together. right b? that resulted us to play with our Rubiks and play games. hahahaha. and ooh, i finally mastered the last step for solving Rubik's famous 3x3 cube. hehe. all thanks to girlf. overall, it was a fun outing with beloved girlf. thank you. and ooh, i love you b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"a day with girlf. (:"&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/8478565306924775207-6984595530779928581?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6984595530779928581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=6984595530779928581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6984595530779928581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/6984595530779928581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-forget-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2833269868250075450</id><published>2009-04-02T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:00:21.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Band number 70, Bedok North Secondary School, Silver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've failed to sustain. sorry Alumni ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"the learning journey is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the most important thing."&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/8478565306924775207-2833269868250075450?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2833269868250075450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2833269868250075450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2833269868250075450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2833269868250075450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/band-number-70-bedok-north-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-2790155380713947100</id><published>2009-04-01T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:49:17.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the Band is left with less than 24 hours. tomorrow's the day. all the best to Bedok North Symphony. i have faith in you all. i know you guys can do it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"prevail and sustain. (:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"put your heart and soul in 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/8478565306924775207-2790155380713947100?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2790155380713947100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=2790155380713947100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2790155380713947100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/2790155380713947100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/band-is-left-with-less-than-24-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-8171496369044541997</id><published>2009-03-31T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:30:50.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i think the Band can get Gold With Honours." - Mr Yeo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh gosh. he have a very high expection on us. well if he wants that, probably he would have to wait a little longer because now we're not up to that standard yet. even though to them we sounded good but to us, we're nowhere there yet. but we can achieve our goal because we have the confidance to do it and will put our heart and soul to it. knowing Hougang got Gold just add more pressure to it. everybody wants to play as good as them or maybe better. well all i have to say is that we have to make use of tomorrow in order to achieve our goal ; sustaining the Gold for 3 consecutive times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"sustain the Gold? hmm ... "&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/8478565306924775207-8171496369044541997?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8171496369044541997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=8171496369044541997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8171496369044541997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/8171496369044541997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-band-can-get-gold-with-honours.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-4969485123652633893</id><published>2009-03-30T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:08:40.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days and that's it. we're free. and i must say, today we sounded good. better than previous practices. but we still need to work harder to achieve our goal. knowing that Regent Wind Symphony got gold just make things worst. gosh, how i wish Bedok North Symphony is still under Mr Lim's baton. nevertheless, we're still his first band to achieve a gold medal under his baton. and i know we can still keep it up and prove to all that we're still the same Bedok North Symphony that was once under Mr Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to girlf, thank you for having faith in the Band. i'll make you proud by leading this Band together with the other EXCO to success. thank you for the motivation. i love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;"go BNBand! :D"&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/8478565306924775207-4969485123652633893?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4969485123652633893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=4969485123652633893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4969485123652633893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/4969485123652633893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-more-days-and-thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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-8478565306924775207.post-7339229305043923207</id><published>2009-03-29T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:09:31.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday morning and the rain is pouring. and what all i could think of was, sleep. i really need my sleep after having a long week in school. Band practices till late night. celebrated girlf's birthday, fiesta and again Band practices. but then again, tution had to come in the way. what a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;meeting you was what i needed to calm the uneasiness in me. thank you for the night baby. i love you. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"feeling lethargic."&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/8478565306924775207-7339229305043923207?l=vintageanakretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7339229305043923207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478565306924775207&amp;postID=7339229305043923207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7339229305043923207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478565306924775207/posts/default/7339229305043923207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageanakretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-morning-and-rain-is-pouring.html' title=''/><author><name>nooraslam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01085242708962919094</uri><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></feed>
