<?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-7207967650335858574</id><updated>2012-03-03T23:07:31.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at me now.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tralalala!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928127456497163632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB8aXgYjU_g/TFT9a8IK8WI/AAAAAAAACUA/RQukrNlTxyI/S220/P1170883.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207967650335858574.post-4138047723064484641</id><published>2012-03-04T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T23:07:31.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDDenlMxA0s/T1MRG-sFf7I/AAAAAAAACag/Jpb9OQKBU3U/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDDenlMxA0s/T1MRG-sFf7I/AAAAAAAACag/Jpb9OQKBU3U/s200/1.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My boyfriend look so funny in the picture but I don't care I just wanna upload my pretty hair here, its done by me anyway LOL. So yesterday was a Saturday, I went out to meet my boyfriend and went to unexpected Engagement ceremony near his area. It was seriously unexpected because I was there to meet him and bring his sister out to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQojAv-ofoQ/T1MSs6qeczI/AAAAAAAACao/VNo9PpvxmHs/s1600/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQojAv-ofoQ/T1MSs6qeczI/AAAAAAAACao/VNo9PpvxmHs/s200/untitled.JPG" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But look what the fuck I am wearing to a Engagement Ceremony? So inappropriate. HAH-.-" Well, yesterday I went to town with his sister and met Janny, Fathin, Diana &amp;amp; Farah. Went to buy leopard prints pants from flea market. After a little shopping, I just can't take it but to go back to my boyfriend's house. It was damn crowded and I can't take it. So I went home with baby's sister, Eira. Got home, saw my boyfriend was pretending to sleep -.-" So I washed up and get changed and lie beside my boyfriend and get my beautiful sleep with his arm wrap around me. Nyehehe shall update more tomorrow ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207967650335858574-4138047723064484641?l=linsalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4138047723064484641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-boyfriend-look-so-funny-in-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/4138047723064484641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/4138047723064484641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-boyfriend-look-so-funny-in-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>tralalala!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928127456497163632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB8aXgYjU_g/TFT9a8IK8WI/AAAAAAAACUA/RQukrNlTxyI/S220/P1170883.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDDenlMxA0s/T1MRG-sFf7I/AAAAAAAACag/Jpb9OQKBU3U/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207967650335858574.post-2089026269586320801</id><published>2012-03-03T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T17:50:50.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZge8s99KoU/T1F1BuLY3HI/AAAAAAAACaY/R5SpUxr12DQ/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZge8s99KoU/T1F1BuLY3HI/AAAAAAAACaY/R5SpUxr12DQ/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello world. As you can see this picture above, yes its like finally we have time to change this thing in our facebook. We were so busy with work, have no time for all this. Laugh out loud. Its Saturday today, I just wanna go out and chill out and have a break today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m08ee19kU81rqghdwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m08ee19kU81rqghdwo1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This polaroid makes me wanna buy em now! Super luvv the colour but obviously my boyfriend wouldn't wanna take this colour because we are sharing this thing! We're planning to buy this together so we can take cool cool pictures anywhere we want. Love it love it love it! I am getting it next month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="https://api.plixi.com/api/tpapi.svc/imagefromurl?size=medium&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Flockerz.com%2Fs%2F188986980" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was me yesterday wearing hijab, my boyfriend said I look beautiful in it. Heh *blush* Mum and dad are gonna be away for 2 weeks. I will definitely miss them. I'm gonna be lonely at home, like obviously. And &amp;nbsp;that is not so cause I have my back up everytime! My forever back up boyfriend! So I am sleeping at my boyfriend's house till parents are back. My sister's gonna be on flight, and the other 2nd sister is gonna be on business trip. My bro? Don't think he'll be @ home because he just love going to his friend's house. So who am I left with? Myself and the cats. Well, I am going home for a day or two to feed my cats and come back to boyfriend's place. Well I just can't leave them like that, they need my attention too right :P&lt;br /&gt;Hehe okay I'm running out of words, can't type alot now. Shall blog tomorrow! Muah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207967650335858574-2089026269586320801?l=linsalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2089026269586320801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/03/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/2089026269586320801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/2089026269586320801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/03/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>tralalala!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928127456497163632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB8aXgYjU_g/TFT9a8IK8WI/AAAAAAAACUA/RQukrNlTxyI/S220/P1170883.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZge8s99KoU/T1F1BuLY3HI/AAAAAAAACaY/R5SpUxr12DQ/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207967650335858574.post-4798390215779374645</id><published>2012-03-02T23:25:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T17:52:48.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUV___5SXY0/T1BYgTQMYXI/AAAAAAAACZ4/-S8BHD1j_7k/s1600/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUV___5SXY0/T1BYgTQMYXI/AAAAAAAACZ4/-S8BHD1j_7k/s400/untitled.JPG" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we love to be different. Anyway this is us. I can roll with my boyfriend very well. I appreciate every single thing he has done for me. But I just hope things wont change along the way. So this is me and my life right now, work, family, boyfriend, girlfriends. Oh anyway I have no idea what to do for my 18th birthday on the 29th of may. I thought it would be a good idea if me and my boyfriend have a short vacation to somewhere that is full of peace. I thought of Bali but baby is not gonna ask for leaves for the moment as he just started working, so we can't get any confirmation :( I really hope we can really go there and have a short getaway ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3ObWWCL4yc/T1Br4DU6_BI/AAAAAAAACaA/jwGPDtqOUFc/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3ObWWCL4yc/T1Br4DU6_BI/AAAAAAAACaA/jwGPDtqOUFc/s200/1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I'm at work, I have nothing to do and so here I am blogging away wasting some hours on this post.&lt;br /&gt;Today's the Friday and mum and dad's having a mini festivity at our home as she will be away to Umrah this coming two weeks. So I am going to see my cousins from my dad and mum side. Oh god. Its been too long dad's side didn't come over now I feel so weird. Hah whatever, who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qq_wHH9ECs/T1BwlswdLxI/AAAAAAAACaQ/qR-h3tAeIUY/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qq_wHH9ECs/T1BwlswdLxI/AAAAAAAACaQ/qR-h3tAeIUY/s200/3.JPG" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My boyfriend sleeps with his eyeliner. His just retarded, lol. Slept with him yesterday night and went to work from his place. I woke up late, woke up at 7:30. My goodness. But I am just so lucky that his place is so near to swiss club. It takes only 10 minutes to reach. But still, I am late for 17 minutes. Oh gosh. Now, I'm wondering what my boyfriend is doing! Is he still sleeping or what? Like seriously? B? Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever. I shall end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207967650335858574-4798390215779374645?l=linsalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4798390215779374645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/03/fact-that-we-love-to-be-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/4798390215779374645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/4798390215779374645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/03/fact-that-we-love-to-be-different.html' title=''/><author><name>tralalala!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928127456497163632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB8aXgYjU_g/TFT9a8IK8WI/AAAAAAAACUA/RQukrNlTxyI/S220/P1170883.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUV___5SXY0/T1BYgTQMYXI/AAAAAAAACZ4/-S8BHD1j_7k/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207967650335858574.post-202558271007508808</id><published>2012-02-29T03:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T17:55:58.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6steRFUjsjA/T035gXdIH3I/AAAAAAAACZg/CbzJBeoUGAQ/s1600/untitled2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6steRFUjsjA/T035gXdIH3I/AAAAAAAACZg/CbzJBeoUGAQ/s400/untitled2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy with the outcome of my tattoo. It looks great right now. I can use my bikini that I've been abandoned for like YEARS! So actually I had a video of myself getting tattooed. I can't upload it here, I have no fucking idea why. But anyway here's a picture of me getting tattooed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QO5w3YRTu2U/T03751dOQXI/AAAAAAAACZo/eA4s1pkf49Q/s1600/2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QO5w3YRTu2U/T03751dOQXI/AAAAAAAACZo/eA4s1pkf49Q/s400/2.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know no need to say anything, I look so cramp right here and furthermore I look like I wanna cry my ass out. If my boyfriend's gonna be there, his just gonna laugh his ass away. Actually its&amp;nbsp;bearable, only when the part Joe shade it, THAT PARTICULAR MOMENT. Let me tell you, its like needle dragging through your skin HAHA okay sorry, actually the feelings are like I don't know how to explain. I saw my blood all around my chest. And I hate looking at them. It is so scary. I mean its not but urgh blood. Okay so my boyfriend's sister met me at Peninsula Shopping Centre. She accompany me to do my tattoo. At first I was kind of confuse choosing the ribbon because there's tons of them! Well I choose this, this is quite cute you see. Right now, my right chest is hurting me bad. It still bleed like nobody business. Every morning my blood will definitely stained my shirt. But whatever, I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time check: 18:37&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXUMmTOaQP4/T04AQ-i0ZgI/AAAAAAAACZw/OlfC2lbBV2k/s1600/untitled1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXUMmTOaQP4/T04AQ-i0ZgI/AAAAAAAACZw/OlfC2lbBV2k/s320/untitled1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at work actually, 18 hours of works minus 2 hours of break. Ehem, break? I have no break at all because I was too lazy to get up and have something for lunch or dinner. Like seriously, lazy. I'm still waiting for my boyfriend's text message. He took so long. What is he doing?! -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I shall stop here. I got lots of things to do at work. Heh :-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207967650335858574-202558271007508808?l=linsalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/202558271007508808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-so-happy-with-outcome-of-my-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/202558271007508808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/202558271007508808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-so-happy-with-outcome-of-my-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>tralalala!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928127456497163632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB8aXgYjU_g/TFT9a8IK8WI/AAAAAAAACUA/RQukrNlTxyI/S220/P1170883.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6steRFUjsjA/T035gXdIH3I/AAAAAAAACZg/CbzJBeoUGAQ/s72-c/untitled2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207967650335858574.post-2537046570717848259</id><published>2012-02-27T11:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T17:57:32.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72sePTolSV0/T0p_xWUcXMI/AAAAAAAACYg/Z1HM_3CQM0c/s1600/IMG_6211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72sePTolSV0/T0p_xWUcXMI/AAAAAAAACYg/Z1HM_3CQM0c/s640/IMG_6211.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time check : 2:54AM in the morning like this I'm doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't figure out why I can't sleep, maybe just too excited. Yesterday was the best day with my boyfriend. In fact everyday is the best day for me when baby's around. It sucks sometimes for not meeting because of our different work&amp;nbsp;schedule but no matter how and no matter what, he still make time for me which I actually appreciate it a lot. Thank you so much for being here beside me every single time EXCEPT for text messages, laughing out loud. You should know what I mean right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qNBTpbmLlY/T0qB5T6rSjI/AAAAAAAACYo/tyXpXd5PGAA/s1600/IMG_6218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qNBTpbmLlY/T0qB5T6rSjI/AAAAAAAACYo/tyXpXd5PGAA/s200/IMG_6218.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, speaking about yesterday, we went out to Jurong point to have our dinner at swensens. I tell you, its so fucking nice la the chicken baked rice, my all time favourite. Baby got himself curry chicken baked rice. Well that's mum favourite food! Heh! It was super nice that my boyfriend paid for the whole thing. Only paid for $40 for swensens which is kind of cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7c8rPL_H5Y/T0qCGJLJzTI/AAAAAAAACYw/RZFueHAbse8/s1600/IMG_6224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7c8rPL_H5Y/T0qCGJLJzTI/AAAAAAAACYw/RZFueHAbse8/s320/IMG_6224.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDGcsNf_beI/T0qCS01M5LI/AAAAAAAACZA/S-RcOdI-m3Q/s1600/IMG_6228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDGcsNf_beI/T0qCS01M5LI/AAAAAAAACZA/S-RcOdI-m3Q/s320/IMG_6228.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After swensens met Dot, Alfian &amp;amp; baby's sister. Smoke, chill outside and take pictures outside Jurong Point smoking area. Then they planned to go to Chua Chu Kang. It was Dot's plan. Which is kinda good because it is so&amp;nbsp;convenience&amp;nbsp;for me and my boyfriend. He doesn't need to worry me taking train alone (HAHA) &amp;amp; so I went to shop again with baby's sister, Eira. I was browsing through Cotton on la, I thought there's nothing but there's alot of interesting things to buy! I bought 2 cardigan, one for me one for her. Another top for her. And bikini for ma self. Heh and bought baby iphone wallet like compartment which is so damn nice. We actually saw it previously at Jurong Point. But he didnt buy it. So I gave him a surprise by buying that wallet for him. Haha I am so sweet. #selfpraise! Ok so I am so lazy to post that much.&lt;br /&gt;Nanight xoxo! Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4FXOG3z6qc/T0qD4PUuQkI/AAAAAAAACZQ/LhKPwWiBhd4/s1600/IMG_6252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4FXOG3z6qc/T0qD4PUuQkI/AAAAAAAACZQ/LhKPwWiBhd4/s320/IMG_6252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7207967650335858574-2537046570717848259?l=linsalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2537046570717848259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-check-254am-in-morning-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/2537046570717848259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/2537046570717848259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-check-254am-in-morning-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tralalala!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928127456497163632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB8aXgYjU_g/TFT9a8IK8WI/AAAAAAAACUA/RQukrNlTxyI/S220/P1170883.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72sePTolSV0/T0p_xWUcXMI/AAAAAAAACYg/Z1HM_3CQM0c/s72-c/IMG_6211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207967650335858574.post-208134669616660199</id><published>2012-02-25T17:50:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T17:58:00.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzweb4LwPs1rp0affo1_400.jpg" width="237" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;What makes a different man? First of all, romance. Without them, there's no way that girls are gonna be in love with them. The way you dress up and how you look is important. A good impression or bad impression to us. Girls who feels insecure are the ones whose afraid of loosing a guy, they might be insecure about their looks, their attitude, the way they treat you, teasing actions. So the guys can't be aggressive towards their low self esteem. Once you make girls cry, for an example you looking at other girls. That can hurt deep inside already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqxfypySI21r2bgk2o1_400.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok whatever, I'm just gonna continue talking about my new upcoming tattoo which is a bow ribbon on my boobs. I'm gonna touch up my stupid linsa l.a lightning with love on my boobs, it was handmade la by ______ me -.- "! That was long time ago okay I am telling you right now. I just don't feel secure about my boobs, I can't wear any sleeveless to show my cleavage. Urgh okay it doesn't mean I wanna show my boobs la but girls...... Who can wear something to show their cleavage its just so sexaye. But anyway I'm not doing this for the sake of showing my boobs. I'm doing this for myself. I like it. I do it. That's the way right. I can recall what my boyfriend told me " So biar tattoo artist tu pegang tetek you and tengok tetek you " This is funny but of course la he will touch my boobs. Wouldn't it be the same if you do it for me? Haha you will touch my boobs too what. Neh was just teasing you. I've asked Faizal whether he allow me to do, he said yes up to you. Hah I was just too happy he will support me in everything that I do in life. I am a girl with a boyfriend without a haywire control system. Well my boyfriend rocks alot. Super love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/432179_10150554783225666_2064531201_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes we went shopping, I bought him jacket which is quite cheap in Forever 21. It looks cute on him. And bought him a t-shirt from fourskin. I bought 3 jeans which are on sale, like almost everything on sale. How coolio is that. &amp;amp; plus 1 pathetic top, hey I have alot of tops in my wardrobe, I wouldn't wanna waste my money buying so much of tops and end up I didnt wear any of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I shall stop here, toodles stalker! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207967650335858574-208134669616660199?l=linsalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/208134669616660199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-makes-different-man-first-of-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/208134669616660199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/208134669616660199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-makes-different-man-first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>tralalala!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928127456497163632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB8aXgYjU_g/TFT9a8IK8WI/AAAAAAAACUA/RQukrNlTxyI/S220/P1170883.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207967650335858574.post-6056277130264918506</id><published>2012-02-21T10:00:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T17:59:50.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgVtL20Q-Yw/T0L6NFX25II/AAAAAAAACYY/iE_J6K8OeiE/s1600/IMG_5477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgVtL20Q-Yw/T0L6NFX25II/AAAAAAAACYY/iE_J6K8OeiE/s320/IMG_5477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its just morning madness, I was awaken up by a very funny dream. First it was my boyfriend and me, we're in a beach party kissing and smooching in the middle like nobody&amp;nbsp;business. Dancing to feels so close by Calvin Harris. The whole thing was damn sexy. And then seconds after, I saw myself walking in a hotel room with him and pop! I woke up from my sleep and left my dream away. Well what can I do, my soul came back into me. It can just happen in a few seconds. But why must my soul bring to that kind of places? Laugh out loud. Well I've started my day by checking my phone, I was pressing my home button hard. And few seconds I realise my iPhone battery is flat. Okay so I plug in the charger and of course waited for it to on. Check my whatsapp and as per normal &amp;amp; look who wish me good morning! Its my boyfriend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlnKRyt4pQ4/T0L1Qv_w6cI/AAAAAAAACYA/g9WzEYOmxT8/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="83" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlnKRyt4pQ4/T0L1Qv_w6cI/AAAAAAAACYA/g9WzEYOmxT8/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just so lucky to have you in my life, very lucky indeed. How can I not live without you? I guess you're busy working which makes me a loner down here but never mind.&amp;nbsp;I fucking need to shop, I miss shopping like seriously. When was the last time I shop? I forget when was it.&amp;nbsp;Anyway my boyfriend's gonna treat me clothes in topshop until I spend a minimum of $290 &amp;amp; I'm gonna buy him a little treat of Nudie jeans. Well this way works better. If someone precious buy you stuff and you know it is precious. You will definitely be smitten by it and feel it is damn precious that you wont loose anythin lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkEapHIPbWY/T0L5SMTej4I/AAAAAAAACYQ/lFRcuKkr1p0/s1600/IMG_3971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkEapHIPbWY/T0L5SMTej4I/AAAAAAAACYQ/lFRcuKkr1p0/s320/IMG_3971.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its 9:45AM right now, I have 15 minutes to get shower and get ready for work. I don't know where's Neya, we are suppose to have late breakfast at Bukit Batok but she didn't give me a text which makes the plan cancelled? WHUAAAAAAAAAAAAT. I'm hungry right now, I need to eat. I don't wanna starve myself anymore. I need to find food in the kitchen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ya I stole this photo from my boyfriend's facebook lol his so hot la I can't resist him. You know what's hot? Your bibir your eyes your hair your tan skin your body, last but not least your tattoos :P K muah! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm1NT7_t6nA/T0L4RPwaGqI/AAAAAAAACYI/D-NPipUW4rE/s1600/IMG_6047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm1NT7_t6nA/T0L4RPwaGqI/AAAAAAAACYI/D-NPipUW4rE/s400/IMG_6047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/7207967650335858574-6056277130264918506?l=linsalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6056277130264918506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-just-morning-madness-i-was-awaken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/6056277130264918506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/6056277130264918506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-just-morning-madness-i-was-awaken.html' title=''/><author><name>tralalala!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928127456497163632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB8aXgYjU_g/TFT9a8IK8WI/AAAAAAAACUA/RQukrNlTxyI/S220/P1170883.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgVtL20Q-Yw/T0L6NFX25II/AAAAAAAACYY/iE_J6K8OeiE/s72-c/IMG_5477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207967650335858574.post-2938242910801780290</id><published>2012-02-20T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T00:50:05.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnBfk03PUy0/T0IufbUmysI/AAAAAAAACXg/OLiVUK_1Usc/s1600/IMG_5789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnBfk03PUy0/T0IufbUmysI/AAAAAAAACXg/OLiVUK_1Usc/s1600/IMG_5789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g24kupXEne0/T0Iugc47qrI/AAAAAAAACXo/lw1INp6MOz0/s1600/IMG_5790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g24kupXEne0/T0Iugc47qrI/AAAAAAAACXo/lw1INp6MOz0/s200/IMG_5790.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dfnKJJkYpA/T0IuhRIOc5I/AAAAAAAACXs/TV89nTcWo14/s1600/IMG_5791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dfnKJJkYpA/T0IuhRIOc5I/AAAAAAAACXs/TV89nTcWo14/s200/IMG_5791.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi Muhammad Faizal&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this whole thing from the bottom of my heart. What I had to confess to you and what I should say to make you realise how much you meant to me.&amp;nbsp;Do you know when's the day you added me on facebook?&amp;nbsp;Do you know when's the day we skype for the first time and look into each other's faces through the webcam?&amp;nbsp;Do you know when's the first time you confessed you like me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know our whatever actions we have done for the first time? Hugs, kiss, laugh, look into each other's eyes, hold hands, be silly together? Well I do baby.&amp;nbsp;I still remember when you said you like me. I was blushing and I feel like the world is mine.&amp;nbsp;Remember me telling you how cute are you? You're so adorable that I can't even resist your smiles and your eyes and everything about you especially when the first time I met you. I can't stop gazing at your eyes.&amp;nbsp;Have you ever thought that you are lucky enough to have me in your life? Well I do, I feel like I am the most luckiest girl to have you! Its like out of every girls out there, you chose me.&amp;nbsp;Well I know this is funny, do you remember the first time I said " I love you " to you on Valentine's day? I feel you a part of me already. I know it was so fast. But belum cuba belum tahu kan? Heh heh.&amp;nbsp;I have went through shits over 2011 and I was hoping that god send someone to shower me with extra love and he did! It was you baby.&amp;nbsp;The night I cried in your arms was the most retarded thing ever but the reason I cried is, I was just scared you will leave me like other boys did. And &amp;nbsp;I was just too scared for that to happen in my life again. I hope along the way, you can be someone I never knew before.&amp;nbsp;Someone who can wipe my tears thoroughly, hug me when I'm insecure, kiss me while I'm asleep, do silly things with me, travel together and do things the best of friends does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're not only my boyfriend, you could be anything that anyone can't!&amp;nbsp;Lets just hope that things goes right between us. Well, there's nothing wrong with us right? Its just us, me you busy with work but with money we can go somewhere nice right b? Hehe I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.s : my tears rolls down my cheeks while I'm typing this I don't know why but I think its tears of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you baby! Come lets make it official.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sincerely,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your shortay girlfriend. Nurul Liana&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207967650335858574-2938242910801780290?l=linsalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2938242910801780290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/hi-muhammad-faizal-bin-sulaiman-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/2938242910801780290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207967650335858574/posts/default/2938242910801780290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linsalurve.blogspot.com/2012/02/hi-muhammad-faizal-bin-sulaiman-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>tralalala!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928127456497163632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iB8aXgYjU_g/TFT9a8IK8WI/AAAAAAAACUA/RQukrNlTxyI/S220/P1170883.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnBfk03PUy0/T0IufbUmysI/AAAAAAAACXg/OLiVUK_1Usc/s72-c/IMG_5789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
