<?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-1230179931268803922</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:55:45.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>read my lips (:</title><subtitle type='html'>Nina</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-721730327365077943</id><published>2009-04-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:37:13.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#&amp;@#$^*&amp;@(&amp;#!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First name ; Asshole&lt;br /&gt;Second name ; Jerk&lt;br /&gt;Third name ; Fucker&lt;br /&gt;Fourth name ; Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They suits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-721730327365077943?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/721730327365077943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/721730327365077943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/721730327365077943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='#&amp;amp;@#$^*&amp;amp;@(&amp;amp;#!'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-2762238240718618685</id><published>2009-04-17T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:16:58.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YESSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Finally I've got my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SejHPtnkslI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KK0uLU_uEmY/s1600-h/DSC05873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SejHPtnkslI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KK0uLU_uEmY/s320/DSC05873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325725632123155026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SejHd4PJ66I/AAAAAAAAAJo/VYwsoXfLiz8/s1600-h/DSC05867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SejHd4PJ66I/AAAAAAAAAJo/VYwsoXfLiz8/s320/DSC05867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325725875491695522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, yeay yeay &lt;3&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/1230179931268803922-2762238240718618685?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2762238240718618685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/shake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/2762238240718618685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/2762238240718618685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/shake.html' title='shake'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SejHPtnkslI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KK0uLU_uEmY/s72-c/DSC05873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-328970280210563621</id><published>2009-04-17T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:25:44.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely lazy to update ma blog yo peops.&lt;br /&gt;I've got some thangs to be done and some beta thangs to do.&lt;br /&gt;So hang on there. I'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, daaaa (:&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/1230179931268803922-328970280210563621?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/328970280210563621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/comfort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/328970280210563621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/328970280210563621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/comfort.html' title='comfort'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-5887855507666176407</id><published>2009-04-05T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:30:33.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar suruh update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'uhm, OMAR, he is like so hot, like, OMG'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Done Omar, dah update dah ni :D&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/1230179931268803922-5887855507666176407?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5887855507666176407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/5887855507666176407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/5887855507666176407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer_05.html' title='summer'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-2789730485292338465</id><published>2009-03-19T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:43:01.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18/3/09.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Yana and Najua went out. We watched a very stupid movie. Then we got bored and went out from the movie. Then my friends wanted to meet me. So then, we met. There were three of them. We met at different times because they don't know each other. Me, Yana and Najua took some pictures. But then, we forgot to take pictures of me and my friends that I met. And I was like 'hell. I forgot.' Haha. Here are some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/ScIUxaaHTHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lS3PCuCRzmg/s320/DSC05354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314833349385604210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/ScIU89BCeoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gNDWcGGhuws/s320/DSC05364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314833547654232706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/ScIVK7LhATI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IBFtaXIr454/s320/DSC05371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314833787679473970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/ScIVdbWUzhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KjXM7VurEtg/s320/DSC05369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314834105552391698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Adios &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-2789730485292338465?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2789730485292338465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/18309.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/2789730485292338465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/2789730485292338465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/18309.html' title='fucker'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/ScIUxaaHTHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lS3PCuCRzmg/s72-c/DSC05354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-5764033425843812732</id><published>2009-03-19T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:43:41.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was bored. Plus, mood less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/ScITjyM3DII/AAAAAAAAAGs/d1ILhkakHOM/s320/dtrh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314832015742667906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengah goreng ikan pari, then suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Kringkring! kringkring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telefon rumahku berdering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu daku mengabaikannya. Kemudian, hanset (handphone) ku pula berbunyi. Aku bernyanyi dahulu sebelum menjawab panggilan kerana ring ton saya ialah lagu The Used - Buried Myself Alive dan itu adalah lagu kegemaran saya. Dan kemudian saya angkat panggilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu ibuku berkata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ibu ; Hi baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nina ; Heyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ibu ; Is the house phone still not working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nina ; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ibu ; Lah, lamanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nina ; eh eh, I mean, yes it's working :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ibu ; oh okay. If it's working, then why adik tak jawab my call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nina ; Oh er, hehe. I was busy cooking la. I'm at the kitchen sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ibu ; Lahai, patut lah. So you just got down la? Daripada pagi tadi tak kebawah ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nina ; Nope. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ibu ; And the pinggan mangkuks are still in the same position as it was two days ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nina ; HAHA. oooo yeahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ibu ; Amanina, watch out ey, when i get home...(then i cut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nina ; what? i'm so gonna get it? :p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu ; Duhhhh! if the kitchen still tak teratur, you're dead okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nina ; no problemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ibu ; Okay, nak buat kerja balik ni. Bye adik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nina ; Byeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saya continue masak. And one of my fish hangit/hangus/terbakar. My mum's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was writting this, I was eating my brownies. Lya and I made it ourselves. Nak tengok gambar? It's de-licious! Homemade okay. Tak cilok gambar from google. Try ah cari kat google. Takde punya gambar ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/ScITMNmgzcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/u5klq0ApRTk/s1600-h/DSC05408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/ScITMNmgzcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/u5klq0ApRTk/s320/DSC05408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314831610781158850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Told you (:&lt;br /&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/1230179931268803922-5764033425843812732?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5764033425843812732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/tengah-goreng-ikan-pari-then-suddenly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/5764033425843812732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/5764033425843812732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/tengah-goreng-ikan-pari-then-suddenly.html' title='risk'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/ScITjyM3DII/AAAAAAAAAGs/d1ILhkakHOM/s72-c/dtrh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-7864018919291229724</id><published>2009-03-16T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:15:05.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na it is :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aww, my friends are starting to call me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt; more and more now. Omar la ni yang start dulu. Haha. Teruskan usaha memanggil saya &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt; okay. Saya lagi prefer &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt; dari Nina. Kerana Nina sudah terlebih ramai orang guna nickname dorang as Nina. So for me it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt;. Okay? So do call me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt;, thanks. The name &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt; just makes me smile.&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/1230179931268803922-7864018919291229724?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7864018919291229724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/7864018919291229724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/7864018919291229724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-it-is.html' title='Na it is :)'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-627903574740555059</id><published>2009-03-15T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:16:01.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>own</title><content type='html'>What the heck happen to you. What have they done to you. Could I at least change you back to the person that you were before? Gosh. You ask me questions like you've just known me like 5 minutes ago. I'm speechless every time I'm with you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-627903574740555059?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/627903574740555059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/627903574740555059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/627903574740555059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/own.html' title='own'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-437339281591492416</id><published>2009-03-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:22:16.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Omar went to my house to lepak. It was so damn long since the last time we keluar or lepak together. Last sekali pun masa we were still together, 1/2 months before we were seperated. Haha. Okay, no, tak funny, shut up nina. Then er. Oh. He met my new maid. HAHA. Tiba je. Phone dia mengundang kan Omar? Yeah. Omar and I macam didn't really know what to do at first, pastu we dah kembali normal balik. We..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Onlined and Omar played the guitar. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;(2) Hit each other with no reason part1&lt;br /&gt;(3) Watched Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;(4)Hit each other with no reason part2&lt;br /&gt;(5) Lunch&lt;br /&gt;(6) Omar played the guitar&lt;br /&gt;(7) I candid omar but terkantoi cause lupa nak silent -_-'&lt;br /&gt;(8) He chased me all over the house&lt;br /&gt;(9) He bullied me&lt;br /&gt;(10) TAK BAIK TAHU! AND SAKIT TAHU TAK OMAR?! but nvm. i pukul you lagi sakit :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all we did while we were at my house. Then went to Abg Alef's house for dinner. Sampai sana, salam-salam then terus naik atas main ps3. Laughed our stomachs out while playing the ps3. Aiman pun main juga since dia paling hebat. Haha, eleh, pergi mati. Then time to eat. Then sambung main ps3. Terbaring, terlentang, tersakit perut sbb gelak banyak sangat while having fun playing.  Haha, ayat paling baik. Pastu online, webcam and video call dengan few people. Nak kena cakap ke nama dorang? Kay la kay la. Azmie, Tiara, Naqeeb, Kasha, Abbas. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was already mcm 11.30/12 macam tu and we still tak hantar omar balik. So we decided to sleepover kat rumah abg alef since auntie yati pun bagi omar sleepover. Then online, played ps3 some more. Pastu semua adults suruh tidur, but we kids refused to, so we tengok movie 'Midnight Meat Train'. It was supposed to be a scary movie but slow gila dia nak start the scary parts. Pastu Omar dah tertido beside me, then Aiman turut menyertainya setelah beberapa minit Omar dah rasmikan. Pastu tinggal the girls which is kakak and me. Kakak was onlining. So basicly, nina sorang yang tgk the movie. So fine la en. Pastu cerita nak dekat end, i moved &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;sikit&lt;/span&gt; sebab nak duduk betul-betul, before that i was mcm baring(sengetkan badan je) kat atas sofa then omar terbangun from his sleep. Haiyo, sensitive sangat. Dia bangun-bangun je pastu terus tanya nina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar ; Apa jadi dah?&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; (laughed) Tah :D&lt;br /&gt;Omar ; Hish, saja je&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; hahahahaha, siapa suruh tidur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then movie habis. Then kakak pun dah habis berblog. Then kejutkan si kecik (aiman), semua masuk bilik tertentu then semua membuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at errr, pukul berapa ah? Pape la. PALING KISAH. Kakak la punya pasal. Dia otp dengan siapatah, then dia keluar from the room to tengok apa omar and aiman tengah buat. The boys plak memang bangun awal. So er, i was the last person in the house to wake up. The adults were out for breakfast, including kak lyn herself. Kids ditinggalkan. Sedih je. A few minutes after kakak keluar from the room, then i plak keluar. Then tgk omar main ps3, and aiman kat sebelah dia tgh menyokong -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu Omar semua bagitau nina that kak lyn masuk ward this morning. Pastu semua orang dah mandi. By the time Omar habis mandi, the adults dah balik with foooooods in their hands. Hehehehe. Pastu we makan. Lepas tu lepak jap kat atas. Online tapi takde kat depan computer, orang tegur i buat tak tau, sampai omar marah, haha, macam pak cik oh. Pastu went to the hospital to visit kak lyn. Pastu melepak kat dalam bilik kak lyn kat hospital, then auntie yati dah sampai to pick omar up. Pastu we semua turun except for kak lyn of course. Then omar dah bla. Pastu rasa lapar plak. Then nina, kakak, ibu, mama and aiman pergi makan. Then balik. Tadaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sumpah bosan, tak tahu nak blog apa. Heeee. Love &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-437339281591492416?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/437339281591492416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/437339281591492416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/437339281591492416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-9179404524375353480</id><published>2009-03-02T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:40:40.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our school sports day at Stadium Bukit Jalil. The biggest stadium dekat situ, yeah. I was so god damn bored. Pastu mcm dah habis acara pembuka sukan semua benda, then dah acara lari2 habis, tiba-tiba kakak came to me, and suruh jadi photographer for Pauline punya cheer nanti. So i pun mcm okay la memandangkan ada org ckp i'm a good photographer en. Haha.  Pastu kena babysit the slr for a while. Then it's time for cheer punya performances. So i went down on the track where all the cheerleaders from each rumah sukan were standing. Pastu masa Aidan punya cheer were going on, i sempat snap two/three pictures then tiba2 camera bagi warning 'change battery pack!' pastu i mcm, off slr, ran to pauline punya cheerleaders dan berkata 'korang, camera dah takder battery. mcm mana?' then this girl ckp 'oh ala, damn camera bodoh. i nak juga gambar. mcm mana ni' then i was like 'oh takpe, i can pinjam slr kwn and tolong tangkapkan pictures for her too memangdangkan i boleh go down to the track, org lain takleh. So okay, i pinjam, chekitchekit bunyi slr, snapped lots of photos, dah mcm photographer gila, dha la berpeluh mcm nak mati kat bawah tu.  lepas tu the camera owner and pauline cheerleaders thanked me sebab tolong tangkapkan photos. Pastu i mcm 'oh no biggie' hahaha. The end.&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/1230179931268803922-9179404524375353480?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/9179404524375353480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/9179404524375353480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/9179404524375353480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/tears.html' title='tears'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-3112735610142316161</id><published>2009-02-28T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T04:41:39.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad</title><content type='html'>bosan. kawan rapat buat hal. lapar pun ada. saya mahu membawa diri. chiao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-3112735610142316161?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3112735610142316161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/3112735610142316161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/3112735610142316161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/mad.html' title='mad'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-6714970642602201845</id><published>2009-02-25T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:17:15.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at Bukit Antarabangsa now. Had nothing to do besides online. Gonna be at KLIA because someone's going to Germany, then to Spain, then to one more state, and back to Malaysia. We're so sad, but happy at the very same time. I'm so tired. Had our school sports day rehersal at school this morning. Went home. And in a few more hours, i've to go to KLIA. Not gonna be home till 3 a.m. What the heck? Freaking 'awesome' mann.&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/1230179931268803922-6714970642602201845?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6714970642602201845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/halo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6714970642602201845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6714970642602201845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/halo.html' title='halo'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-6283391952807756793</id><published>2009-02-23T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:39:28.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THEY KEPT HUNTING ME FOR MY TUDUNG AND PRETTY HAIR. STUPID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ye, saya sudah mula memakai tudung di sekolah. Ada masalah? Jikalau ada, sila tampil ke hadapan saya dan mari gaduh. Hayak! Biar la aku pakai tudung, kau jealous en sebab aku comel pakai tudung tu la kau gelak en. Aku tahu. Biar la, aku dah insaf, kau bila plak? Haha. That was for no one, but kalau ada yang terasa, ‘sorry’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Today at school Nina and kawan semua gila doh. Otak tahap critical punya. We were so dirty minded. Awah punya pasal la ni! Grr. I mean, RAWR. Hahaha. Oh shut up, Nina. Sebab kan nak bincang pasal KH la kita orang otak semua biru. Otak demam. Bangang gila. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This one takde benda. Just an intro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal Zulaikha ; Ey, buah siapa nak bawa?&lt;br /&gt;Mai ; Oh, aku ada banyak buah kat rumah. Aku bawa la.&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Ek eh, aku pun ada buah juga, aku rasa ah. Ek, errr, tak dak la pulek. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Bodoh oh Nina.&lt;br /&gt;Amal ; Ya-Allah, baik tak yah offer!&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Hehehe. Mana nak ingat. Maklum la, dah alim en. Hidup baru, suci dan bersih, syahirahhhh.(iklan) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai ; Nina bawa sayuran. Awah bawa minyak, gula, garam. Amal bawa sos and apatah. Aku bawa yang aku bawa.&lt;br /&gt;Amal ; Okay, betulbetulbetul.(upin dan ipin)&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Ey, buat apa nak bawa buah esok? Padahal everyday pun kita angkut buah en. Pergi mana mana pun nak bawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*silent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; OH! Aku faham, yes! Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Amal and Mai ; Heh?&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; (pandang tetek mai kiri kanan, kiri kanan) Buah dada la!&lt;br /&gt;Mai and Amal ; OH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amal ; Perghhh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Agak ah en. Cancel la buah tu Mai. Kita guna buah kita esok. Baru hebat. Markah pun terpaling baik en en.&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Ah, betulbetulbetul. Aku sokong 100%. Kau bayangkan. Buah masing-masing, kita tepek kat pinggan, lepas tu mumcung tu ke arah atas. Mai punya muncung paling mengundang. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Fuhhh, setuju setuju.&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Apa yang setujunya bodoh? Aku suruh bayangkan!&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; ahhh, betulbetulbetul. Hahaha. Mai oh Mai, muncung kau tuuuu. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Awah, Mai, Amal ; (gelak tak henti-henti)&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Pergh, tu kalau betul-betul jadi tu, fuck mannn, sukanya. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Amboi Awah, tsktsk. Imaginasinya, fuh. Kalah boypren Mai. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Awah tengah cakap apatah, I don’t remember, then Nina menyampuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Ha ye ah tu doh, asal tak konek je?&lt;br /&gt;Amal ; Pergh, konek kau kata?&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Eh, boleh juga en. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Boleh jeee, memang can one. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Fuish. Bayang eh. Konek tu, dah potong, and then kita nak hiaskan dia en kita kasi cat warna kuning, lepas tu TADA! Hasilnya, pisang hidup. Hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Nina, Amal, Mai ; Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! AWAH! (jerit)&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Ee, kau ni. Otak sial gila doh. Demam la babi. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Me and Awah was walking and talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Tah Nina ni. Otak dia, tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Eh, padahal kau yang otak demam lebih en. Aku je kena. Grrr. Eh salah la sayang, rawrrr. (both laughed)&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Apa? Betul la aku cakap en. Konek tu kasi lawa lagi kita cat la. Jadi pisang. Buah kita dah ada. Buah dada, tu desert paling sedap ah pernah tercipta.&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Ha ye la kau en. Konek tu siapa punya? Zul en en en? Ha, aku tahu.&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; (tumbuk tangan Nina)&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; Amboi bang, sakit nampak. KEDEPEK ha! (pukul awah)  Hamek kau! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Awah ; Suka hati je en. Merajuk ah!&lt;br /&gt;Nina ; (muka paling kisah) byeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s more. But I think it’s better if we keep it to ourselves. Hehehe. Cause, yang lain tu memang teruk habis. Hahaha. Babi oh Awah. 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I cried while reading this story. It's very sad. Trust me. Go and read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was a cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;leade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;r on the team and had every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; she ever wante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d. Until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; one day, her life crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Wake up honey&lt;wbr&gt;. Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el's downs&lt;wbr&gt;tairs&lt;wbr&gt; waiti&lt;wbr&gt;ng for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Oh my gosh. I woke up too late! I still&lt;wbr&gt; need a showe&lt;wbr&gt;r and every&lt;wbr&gt;thing&lt;wbr&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; when she said that Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;walke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d into her room smili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng from ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; to ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: No baby. You'&lt;wbr&gt;re beaut&lt;wbr&gt;iful just like that, now come on, I'm starv&lt;wbr&gt;ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; got out of bed, put on some cloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;es, took his hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and walke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d out the door to his car and got in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Where&lt;wbr&gt; are we going&lt;wbr&gt;? Remem&lt;wbr&gt;ber that I have to be home by 1. I have cheer&lt;wbr&gt;leadi&lt;wbr&gt;ng practice and you have footb&lt;wbr&gt;all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I know.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Then Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; notic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed that Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el was reall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y pale-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;looki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el are you feeli&lt;wbr&gt;ng okay? You look like you'&lt;wbr&gt;re sick.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Yeah;&lt;wbr&gt; it's just my aller&lt;wbr&gt;gies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Are you sure?&lt;wbr&gt; Did you go to the docto&lt;wbr&gt;r yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Yeah.&lt;wbr&gt;. I went yeste&lt;wbr&gt;rday. They just said to take some aller&lt;wbr&gt;gy pills and that I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; turne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d to look away from Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el.  She knew there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hing wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.  She has aller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;gies and she doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;'t look like that. Then he reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed out and held her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el your hands&lt;wbr&gt; are so cold. I dont think&lt;wbr&gt; you'&lt;wbr&gt;re okay tell me what'&lt;wbr&gt;s reall&lt;wbr&gt;y wrong&lt;wbr&gt;.. do we need to go back to the house&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I promi&lt;wbr&gt;se you baby, every&lt;wbr&gt;thing&lt;wbr&gt; is okay.&lt;wbr&gt;. they told me to go back tomor&lt;wbr&gt;row but I'm not going becau&lt;wbr&gt;se there&lt;wbr&gt;'s nothi&lt;wbr&gt;ng wrong&lt;wbr&gt; with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el you need to go! If they told you to then there&lt;wbr&gt; is somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing wrong&lt;wbr&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el let go of her hand and turne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d back to the road and didn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;t talk to her the rest of the way.&lt;/span&gt; sarah&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; just looke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d at him. They final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ly pulll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed up to the restu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;raunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and ate break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Did you bring&lt;wbr&gt; your cheer&lt;wbr&gt;leadi&lt;wbr&gt;ng stuff&lt;wbr&gt; or do we have to go back to your house&lt;wbr&gt; to get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: I have it.. do you reall&lt;wbr&gt;y think you shoul&lt;wbr&gt;d go to footb&lt;wbr&gt;all pract&lt;wbr&gt;ice like that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Yes Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;. I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: If you say so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;, baby,&lt;wbr&gt; would&lt;wbr&gt; I lie to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;They got back in the car and went to the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. They got out and start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed pract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ice. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was pract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;icing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; a new cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, but then out of no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; she heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; a boy yell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;HE'S NOT MOVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;G SOMEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;NE CALL 911! HELP COACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; when she heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; that she turne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d and saw Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el on the groun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d just layin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;g there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, not movin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;g.  She ran to him but her dad pushe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No honey&lt;wbr&gt;. You shoul&lt;wbr&gt;dn't be right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Daddy&lt;wbr&gt;. What happe&lt;wbr&gt;ned? Is he okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Honey&lt;wbr&gt;. Pleas&lt;wbr&gt;e just go back with your coach&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; walke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d back and sat on the bench with her head in her hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; an ambul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ance came and took him away. She got in the car with her dad and they went to the hospi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;tal. When they got there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; his mom was alrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;dy there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and talki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng to the docto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;r. They walke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d over and liste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Docto&lt;wbr&gt;r: You may want to sit down for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;els Mom: Is he okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Docto&lt;wbr&gt;r: Ma'&lt;wbr&gt;am.. your son has lukie&lt;wbr&gt;mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We can put him on treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, but he might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; not make it becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;se the cance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;r has alrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;dy sprea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d too much. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed and began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; to cry on here dads shoul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;der.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;els Mom: Treat&lt;wbr&gt;ments&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Docto&lt;wbr&gt;r: Well the treat&lt;wbr&gt;ments&lt;wbr&gt; would cause&lt;wbr&gt; hair loss.&lt;wbr&gt;.. but it will help slow the cance&lt;wbr&gt;r down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;els Mom: But he's certa&lt;wbr&gt;in to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Docto&lt;wbr&gt;r: Yes.&lt;wbr&gt;. but we have had this surge&lt;wbr&gt;ry to clear&lt;wbr&gt; out the clogs&lt;wbr&gt;.. but it's possi&lt;wbr&gt;ble that he will not make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;els Mom: I will have to talk to him about&lt;wbr&gt; this. Can we see him now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Docto&lt;wbr&gt;r: Yes. One at a time thoug&lt;wbr&gt;h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;els mom looke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d over at Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and hugge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d her tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; she knew that Sarah loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; him with all her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;els Mom: You go first&lt;wbr&gt; sweet&lt;wbr&gt;heart&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el's Mom: Yes honey&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; walke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d slowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y to his room and turne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d the knob. She just stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, looki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng at him lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; there&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; weak. He was so pale and he had tubes surro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;undin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;g him. It was painf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ul for her to look at him. Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el looke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d at her and weakl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d at her. She went over and kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed down besid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Did they alrea&lt;wbr&gt;dy tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Yes.&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I'm sorry&lt;wbr&gt; Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;. I didn'&lt;wbr&gt;t want you to find out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: It's okay;&lt;wbr&gt; I under&lt;wbr&gt;stand&lt;wbr&gt; Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Baby I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed up and slowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y ran his finge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;rs throu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;gh her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: I love you too Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el. With all my heart&lt;wbr&gt;.. and I will be here for you '&lt;wbr&gt;till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Im going&lt;wbr&gt; to be okay Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; walke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d in with Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;els mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse&lt;wbr&gt;: Its her turn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el looke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d at Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Bye baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed down and softl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y kisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d his cold lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;s went by and Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el lost his hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; but they were still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; deepl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y in love and Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was by him every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;day. Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el was getti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; to where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; he could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;n't even play footb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all, and the champ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ionsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ip game was comin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;g up. Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el was sitti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng on Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;'s porch with her and her dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Coach&lt;wbr&gt;.. I wanna&lt;wbr&gt; play tomor&lt;wbr&gt;row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el I know you do.. but I can'&lt;wbr&gt;t let you do that.&lt;wbr&gt;. you'&lt;wbr&gt;ll get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: No, coach&lt;wbr&gt;. Pleas&lt;wbr&gt;e. This might be the last time on the field&lt;wbr&gt; for me. I want to be able to play one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Dad looke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d at Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el and then at Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; nodde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You'&lt;wbr&gt;re a stron&lt;wbr&gt;g boy, Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el, and very brave&lt;wbr&gt;. I think&lt;wbr&gt; we can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Thank&lt;wbr&gt; you so much coach&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;s dad nodde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: So what are you two doing&lt;wbr&gt; tonig&lt;wbr&gt;ht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I wanna&lt;wbr&gt; show Sarah&lt;wbr&gt; somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing if that'&lt;wbr&gt;s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Of cours&lt;wbr&gt;e; you two be caref&lt;wbr&gt;ul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el took Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;'s hand and lead her to his car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It was compl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;etely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; dark outsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;de when they pulle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d up to the footb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: What are we doing&lt;wbr&gt; here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Follo&lt;wbr&gt;w me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el grabb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed a blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;et and laid it down onto the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. They both laid there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; looki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng at the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: This is so beaut&lt;wbr&gt;iful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I do this often&lt;wbr&gt;. I wante&lt;wbr&gt;d to show you the place&lt;wbr&gt; I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Do you remem&lt;wbr&gt;ber the flowe&lt;wbr&gt;rs you gave me on our very first&lt;wbr&gt; date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Sure I do; I gave you lilli&lt;wbr&gt;es; your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Yeah.&lt;wbr&gt;.. I'll never&lt;wbr&gt; forge&lt;wbr&gt;t that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I want you to alway&lt;wbr&gt;s remem&lt;wbr&gt;ber somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I will alway&lt;wbr&gt;s be with you.. and I will alway&lt;wbr&gt;s love you.&lt;wbr&gt;. you'&lt;wbr&gt;re my one and only.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed teari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: I love you so much,&lt;wbr&gt; Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: And I also want you to be happy&lt;wbr&gt;.. I want you to marry&lt;wbr&gt; someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne, have kids,&lt;wbr&gt; make a famil&lt;wbr&gt;y, just live a happy&lt;wbr&gt; life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: No. I will never&lt;wbr&gt; marry&lt;wbr&gt; anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e.. im marry&lt;wbr&gt;ing you Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Just don'&lt;wbr&gt;t forge&lt;wbr&gt;t what I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el leane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d in and kisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d her. She pushe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d him off and jumpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: You still&lt;wbr&gt; think&lt;wbr&gt; you can catch me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Oh yeah. I'm stron&lt;wbr&gt;ger than I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Then come get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; up and chais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed her aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d the footb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all feild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; he final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ly caugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;t her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;He laid on top of her and put her hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; behin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d her back and held her there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; so she could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;n't move.&lt;/span&gt; Then it start&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed to rain and they were getti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng soake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d but they didn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;t care. Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el looke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d deep into her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Who'&lt;wbr&gt;s the weak one now huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Me (she giggl&lt;wbr&gt;ed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Remem&lt;wbr&gt;ber what you told me that night&lt;wbr&gt; when we were at dinne&lt;wbr&gt;r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: No.. what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: You have alway&lt;wbr&gt;s wante&lt;wbr&gt;d to kiss in the rain with the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: Well your wish is my coman&lt;wbr&gt;d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el leane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d down and kisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d her deepl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y. He pulle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: You'&lt;wbr&gt;re so beaut&lt;wbr&gt;iful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: You'&lt;wbr&gt;re such a good kisse&lt;wbr&gt;r. (she laugh&lt;wbr&gt;ed.. so did he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I bette&lt;wbr&gt;r get you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;They got into the car and went home. It was hard for them to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; but they did. It was final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ly the big day and they were all at the footb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el had on all his footb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all gear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; to cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; him on. The game began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. The crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; wild for Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ing her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; out for him. The score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was 36 to 36. All they had to do was make one more point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and they would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; win. Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el had the ball and ran with all he had to the touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;down line and threw the ball down. He had made a touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; down! Every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;one was cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ing. They had won the game! But for Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el.. he may have lost his life. He fell to the groun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d tryin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;g to catch his breat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;h. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; ran to him and kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed down over him. He looke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d up at her gaspi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng for breat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;h. Every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;one was headi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng to field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. Her dad stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; infro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;nt of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Back away.&lt;wbr&gt;. give them a momen&lt;wbr&gt;t pleas&lt;wbr&gt;e.. that'&lt;wbr&gt;s my daugh&lt;wbr&gt;ter'&lt;wbr&gt;s love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el gentl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y raise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d his hand and whipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d her tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Don'&lt;wbr&gt;t die Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el.. I need you.&lt;wbr&gt;. I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I told you this was my dream to win the champ&lt;wbr&gt;ionsh&lt;wbr&gt;ip.. to be in the big game.&lt;wbr&gt;. to die on this feild&lt;wbr&gt;.. I made histo&lt;wbr&gt;ry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; leane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d down and kisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d him, knowi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ng this was the last she would ever kiss him, the last time she would ever talk to him. She had so much to say but had no time to say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I love you baby. Tell Mom I love her too.&lt;wbr&gt;. and tell coach&lt;wbr&gt; thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: I love you Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el. I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el: I'll wait for you.&lt;wbr&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;el's hand dropp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed and he let go. He died that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; on the footb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all feild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; for 2 month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;s strai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ght. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; was lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; on her bed when her dad walke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Honey&lt;wbr&gt;, it's been 2 month&lt;wbr&gt;s. Pleas&lt;wbr&gt;e get up. He would&lt;wbr&gt; want you to have fun and be happy&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: I know.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Guess&lt;wbr&gt; what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: They are build&lt;wbr&gt;ing a new stadi&lt;wbr&gt;um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Isn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;t that great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;? Come on, I want you to come with me befor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;e they tear the old one down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; got up and went with her dad to the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. They climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed to the top of the bleac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hers and looke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: It's like it was just yeste&lt;wbr&gt;rday. He was out there&lt;wbr&gt; throw&lt;wbr&gt;ing the footb&lt;wbr&gt;all, makin&lt;wbr&gt;g that touch&lt;wbr&gt;down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Her dad wrapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed his arms aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;d her and she began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I know baby, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Then Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; notic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hing on the feild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Whats&lt;wbr&gt; that daddy&lt;wbr&gt;? Look. (&lt;wbr&gt;Sarah point&lt;wbr&gt;ed to the field&lt;wbr&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Look like some flowe&lt;wbr&gt;rs are bloom&lt;wbr&gt;ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;wbr&gt;: Oh my gosh,&lt;wbr&gt; daddy&lt;wbr&gt;! Stop them! Don'&lt;wbr&gt;t let them tear this down!&lt;wbr&gt; Pleas&lt;wbr&gt;e! Micha&lt;wbr&gt;el plant&lt;wbr&gt;ed me somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Her dad ran down there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and stopp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed them. Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; the flowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;rs had bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ed. Her and her dad went to look at them. They were lilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;es that left a messa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ge sayin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;g, "I Love You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1230179931268803922-4810656841895695648?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4810656841895695648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/4810656841895695648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/4810656841895695648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-8409904280927612614</id><published>2009-02-22T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:16:21.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hide</title><content type='html'>Err, woke up at 9 for my piano class that was held at 9.30. After piano was done, online. Untill at about 2 or 3 i got very bored while chatting with hakim and omar in a conversation. So I took lots of pictures. Here are some of the pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SaE-pGRkwgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wCm-Go8VLjM/s320/DSC04949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305590711799038466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SaE-xGoL8EI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IIr2qJCZYBA/s320/DSC04950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305590849332834370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SaE_r3WKgXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/m7P3dfH4peY/s320/DSC04956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305591858842993010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SaE_3d9_2ZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_SrMU1Z50os/s320/DSC04958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305592058189175186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SaFAFIrQVoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w6Oph1My02g/s320/DSC04960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305592292991587970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SaFAYyW_dyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/x8qL577TIVA/s320/DSC04981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305592630598399778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SaFAoXFz7iI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4bQNrwV4tYQ/s320/DSC04986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305592898156490274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-8409904280927612614?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8409904280927612614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/hide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/8409904280927612614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/8409904280927612614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/hide.html' title='hide'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SaE-pGRkwgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wCm-Go8VLjM/s72-c/DSC04949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-6613319937457509160</id><published>2009-02-21T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:43:31.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>same</title><content type='html'>Went to Bukit Antarabangsa pagi-pagi. Was onlining, suddenly hakim called and suruh g Kde lepak. So I went there. Lepak semua benda, then my mum amek. Then pergi JJ Setiawangsa. Then pergi balik ampang. Pergi Sports Planet. Lepas tu baru balik. And I'm freaking tired. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-6613319937457509160?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6613319937457509160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6613319937457509160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6613319937457509160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/same.html' title='same'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-6860541416771222677</id><published>2009-02-20T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:57:46.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>di antara kalian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tak tahu kenapa dengan dia tu. Salah faham la plak. Then buat orang macam tak wujud. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, how was your day? Great? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;topic pada hari ini ialah - Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say, to do. So, goodbye.&lt;br /&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/1230179931268803922-6860541416771222677?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6860541416771222677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/di-antara-kalian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6860541416771222677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6860541416771222677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/di-antara-kalian.html' title='di antara kalian'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-696759679127359682</id><published>2009-02-17T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:53:11.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck off</title><content type='html'>Oh-my-God! Thanks for stalking my blog Bitch. Fyi, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KALAU&lt;/span&gt; kau berani meh la gaduh depan depan. Setakat kat cbox aku dulu, semua orang pun boleh. Yes finally, sedar pun aku benci kau dari dulu. Bagus ah. Aku ingat kau syok sendiri, tak reti nak sedar en. I pity you and your friends very much. Blog nak ikut aku, my words pun kau nak tiru. You have no originallity, shit. You bitches takde benda nak buat melainkan kacau aku. Jealous tengok aku happy? Kesian korang tak happy, awww (: And siapa plak kata aku still love my ex ni. Haiyo, reka cerita lagi. Apa kata kau monyet buat novel mengumpat pasal aku. Asal aku kata 'i can't love you no more' je means it's for my ex? Oh la ye ke. Otak kau cetek sangat oh. Tidak matang lagi. Pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-696759679127359682?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/696759679127359682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/696759679127359682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/696759679127359682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-off.html' title='fuck off'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-8961253821847204782</id><published>2009-02-15T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:36:25.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't love you no more. Fuisho. Pedih hatiku. Emo dah. But you just don't care. Saya rilek je la en. Hehe. Dah. Pergi main jauh-jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a wannabe. Nina's wannabe. Grr. Doesn't she have her own style? Wait, dah kata wannabe en. Mana ada style dia yang tetap. Tiru la orang lain please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk la talk. Talk all you want about me, dear. I don't want to care, not a bit. You're wasting your saliva baybeh. Teruskan buat aku a hot topic. Me like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this ever going to end. I'm waiting for someone else like them to hurt me more and more. Fuck on.&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/1230179931268803922-8961253821847204782?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8961253821847204782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/fireflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/8961253821847204782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/8961253821847204782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/fireflies.html' title='fireflies'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-7008196045211699662</id><published>2009-02-14T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:46:34.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>signs</title><content type='html'>Five words ; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VALENTINES DAY THIS YEAR STINKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;URGH!&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/1230179931268803922-7008196045211699662?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7008196045211699662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/7008196045211699662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/7008196045211699662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/signs.html' title='signs'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-6423936412468335840</id><published>2009-02-13T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:42:52.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>explain</title><content type='html'>Dah jejak kaki kat canteen baru tahu asal pintu dewan semua tertutup after tengok unfamiliar faces and uniform bukan uniform Cbn, so I figured that harini ada chess competition dekat my school. Lupa plak pasal tu. Pastu dari depan canteen sambil jalan tengok ada tak muka-muka rakan babyku dekat tengah-tengah meja canteen. Baby? More like um. BABI. Hehehe. Pastu tengok, dorang semua pergi marching and olahraga. So, put down my bag kat meja kelas, and went to padang. Tengah nak otw pergi terserempak dengan Sabrina my classmate yang boleh tahan la rapatnya. Kay then pergi padang sama-sama dengan dia. Dah pergi padang, dah menyibuk kat situ dengan tidak diundangnya untuk menolong marching, lalu daku pergi menuju ke arah canteen balik semula. Asal pergi canteen je budak chess semua pandang, macam ni sekolah dorang plak. Bodoh sangat. Tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dah pergi kat meja, then buat homework. Sambil buat homework gelak-gelak sebab kawan buat lawak bodoh and tak menjadi and that’s what made me laugh. Kesian dia malu. Tengah buat homework lepas tu boleh plak ada this one table of chess boys team, pandang tepatttt at me masa I tgh buat homework. Gila retard doh dorang tu. Pandang dok straight to the point, cover la sikit lain kali. Haiyo. Pastu bangun jap pergi kat bag, bag kat meja sebelah, dah sampai kat bag, then angkut bag pergi kat meja where I was doing my homework. Then the boys were like ‘Ha yang tengah angkat bag tu la yang aku cakap.’ Pastu lagi seekor cakap ‘Agak la. Comel plus lawa la dia’ then I looked around tgk siapa lagi yang tengah angkat bag, then no one but me. Dan dalam hati aku berkata ‘Korang muka macam tapak kaki monyet dan korang ada keinginan nak tackle aku. Kat sekolah plak tu. Lame’. Lepas tu, Nina tak heran dorang pandang. Apa aku kisah, aku tengah tak siap kerja ni, orang pandang pun macam dah takde feeling dah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu Mr.Monyets datang. They gave the ‘pelawat-pelawat sekolah’ a very pleasant welcome. HAHA. The monkeys pergi turun dari bumbung canteen and ATTACK! Lepas tu pelawat semua kan tak biasa dengan kehadiran monyet en, so dorang menggelabah bontot. Tapi yang meja boys team tadi yang pandang Nina tu dia control macho gila nak mati cause our meja was just beside each other. Monyet kat depan tiang meja dorang je, and they stood there, tanak gerak, konon cewah berani sangat la. Padahal monyet pergi curi makanan kat meja tu dah menjerit dorang. Hamek kau. Macho sangat ha. Fuyoh, macho. Alright, lawa sikit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this group of form ones. They were fishing gatal doh! Seriously. Wanna know why? Kay, here it goes. Me and my friends tengah berborak then suddenly one of my friend datang and bagitahu pasal budak form ones tu. She said dorang satu gang pergi kat this table full with boys and mula menggedik kat situ. Then the boys beredar excluding for this one boy. He pun gatal juga. Ye la, mana dia tak bangga, a group of girls datang kat meja dia. Pergh, pi la lu. Mati sudah la. Then the juniors perasan that me and my friends pandang slack at them for um 3 mins. Lepas tu they back off from the table. But this girl yang gatal gila sangat tak back off, she sambung je bergedik dengan laki tu. Pastu the form one girl pergi minta number that boy, kasi gambar dia kat budak laki tu and that boy bagi number dia and amek that picture. Sumpah budak tu takde maruah diri. Memalukan nama cun Cbn je. Sumpah. Lepas tu si Fifi and Nina macam agak marah la dengan what that girl buat en, so we went to her, ajak dia nicely pergi tennis court sat and talked to her jangan gatal semua benda, ni sekolah, jaga maruah diri. Lepas tu budak tu dah malu but at the same time dia tak puas hati dengan kita orang. Lepas tu she kata ‘Oh, sorry kak. Sorry sangat’ then we tak maafkan dia pun lagi and she terus bla macam tu je. Agak panas la Nina dengan Fifi. Pastu we went to her again and Fifi saja langgar her banch. Sampai begitu sekali ha. Haha. Sumpah oh, memanaskan hati mulia senior je. Orang tengah nak tolong dia amek balik maruah dia, dia balas balik macam tu. So whatever jelah. Esok chess competition still ada, tengok jelah siapa lagi yang nak bergedik depan budak laki. Tak sabar sangat nak pandang slack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-6423936412468335840?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6423936412468335840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/explain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6423936412468335840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6423936412468335840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/explain.html' title='explain'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-1063356128694905790</id><published>2009-02-07T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:22:38.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nak nangis!</title><content type='html'>hari ini tersangatlah bosan kerana rakan-rakan sial ku tidak reti nak online. saya pun bengang lalu men-join ibu tengok cerita hindustan walaupun saya sudah tengok cerita itu beberapa jam yang lepas. nasib cerita tu best gila. kalau tak, tak hingin aku nak tengok dua kali. pastu bertambah bosan. lepas tu, bye! tanak kawan :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-1063356128694905790?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1063356128694905790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/nak-nangis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/1063356128694905790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/1063356128694905790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/nak-nangis.html' title='nak nangis!'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-6257416599802561765</id><published>2009-02-06T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:14:40.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our Chinese New Year celebration at school today. Sampai sekolah pukul 12.30 macam tu, punyalah excited. Padahal start sekolah pukul 2.15 sebab Jumaat harini. Dah sampai sekolah, tengok kat padang ada Dragon Dance. So Nina dengan sorang kawan Nina pun pergilah ke arah padang yang belah bawah. Dah habis tengok, pergi balik ke canteen. Pastu kawan ajak teman dia pergi 7Eleven dekat sebelah Burger King kat bawah. So macam kesian kat dia sebab orang lain tengah penat baru habis olahraga/ajar marching, so dorang tak dapat nak teman. Nina dengan kawan Nina tadi pun teman la si Farah. Dah pergi beli semua benda, balik sekolah. Sampai sekolah kepenatan la plak. Lepas tu dah bunyi loceng untuk sesi membaca. Dah habis sesi membaca, perhimpunan, dan masuk ke kelas. Masuk kelas tak sampai 15 mnit pun,lepas tu Puan Chee cakap kita orang kena bawa kerusi masing-masing pergi letak kat Nazareth sebab ada kerusi baru untuk kita orang. So semua orang pergi, kelas Alin dekat sebelah pun kena juga. Dah dapat kerusi baru, semua duduk lepak-lepak dalam class tunggu jamuan start. Then guru kelas kita orang Puan Norzihan bagitahu that we dah boleh bawa semua makanan for jamuan pergi canteen, siap-siap semua. Then tengah makan pastu sekali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KEDEPEK!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moyang best setepek nina kena dengan rakan sialku yang came from their class tables. they took the cupcake's and cake's cream and tepek kat mukaku and evera. lalu kami bengang sebab tengah makan dorang nak food fight en. then we bangun, angkat kain baju kurung setinggi alam and serang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas dah buat cerita hindustan kat tengah-tengah tennis court/padang merdeka/classes form2/dan kawasan yang berdekatan, lalu kami berasa seperti nak main pancut air mirinda strawberry plak. So curi satu botol from my class, lalu berlari pergi ke pohon kemboja dan rakan saya bernama Fifi/Lili dan Farah pun menggoncangkan minuman itu dengan penuh semangatnya sambil menyanyikan lagu 'Shake shake, shake shake, sha-shake it!' dan saya pun mengatakan 'korang ni nyanyi lagu tu, sumpah mengundang siott. cewah, tengok aku dah pandai guna perkataan tu sekarang, hehe. Dah la sempat lagi buat tarian inul kat tengah-tengah alam ni' lalu semua orang yang berdekatan di kawasan itu termasuklah budak-budak form1 gelak dengan telatah mereka yang sungguh tidak senonoh itu. Ye, amat memalukan rakan-rakan seperjuangan yang lain. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina and Evera pergi tandas form1, nak bersihkan muka. Pastu pergi balik kat rakan-rakan yang lain. Tengok-tengok, dorang tengah main pancut-pancut air lagi, but this time guna air kosong yang datangnya dari toilet form2, dorang isikan dalam botol mirinda yang dah kosong tadi. Dah semua orang basah, kecuali saya, kerana saya memberi alasan untuk tidak join 'weh korang, aku sakit perut, tak dapat nak join lah' padahal tak pun, hehe. Pastu tiba masa untuk perhimpunan rehat, orang yang main cakes/air termasuklah budak-budak form1 yang kami kerjakan dan mereka pun mengerjakan senior mereka yang kecil ini pun masuk ke dalam dewan buat muka selamba. Nasib pengawas tak tegur sebab dorang dah kenal sangat dengan perangai kita orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dah masuk kelas dorang kata sekarang Maths. Then saya pelik sebab semalam tengok jadual Maths macam takde je, English je yang ada after rehat. Then satu kelas jerit kat Nina 'ADA LAH!!' dan saya pun malu. Tapi saya reply balik 'EH MANA ADA LAH!' pastu dorang suruh tengok balik jadual dan saya mendapati bahawa saya seharusnya tutup muka dengan ketat sekali kerana mereka betul dan saya amat malu pada waktu itu. Ye, sangat malu okay. Maths plak tak bawa buku, tapi nasib cikgu ada meeting and tak belajar. Kelas macam Rum Jungle. Pergh. Yang group india tangkap gambar, ada yang try nak pout, tapi aku tengok macam tak betul, macam kelakar pun ada juga, nak ajar macam fikir dua kali plak en. Cina plak, still tgh makan sambil menari-nari ha! Pelik juga, dorang ni perut boleh muat berapa banyak makanan doh? Malays plak merayap dan membuat bising!! Macam biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths habis, tiba masa untuk English. Memandangkan English takde cikgu lagi untuk kelas kami, so kita orang ada relief kat dewan. Pergi dewan tengok-tengok kena buat satu barisan dengan senyap, takleh duduk dengan group masing-masing dan bising bergossip. Sebab apa? Sebab cikgu yang jaga kita orang masa tu cikgu kerek. So kita orang redha...Pastu cikgu-cikgu laki suruh tolong susun-susun meja and kerusi sebab nanti next week sekolah kita orang jadi tempat untuk pertandingan catur la plak. So mcm, okay, tolong.. Pastu balik, kena pergi makan kat luar plak. Dah la baju..COP! Did I tell you that masa main tepek-tepek kat muka tadi my baju kotor gila babi sebab dorang pukimak-pukimak tu tepek satu package dengan baju dan kain sekali? Haih, kotor gila baju. Sumpah tak tipu. Sakai gila wehhhh! Pastu buat muka tebal pergi dinner. Pastu balik HAMEK KAU! Daku sental muka dan tanganku dengan pencuci muka dan sabun mandi semana yang mungkin. Fuh, sumpah oh. Lalu bau butter dan bau cream pun hilang. Alhamdulillah, bersyukur kepada Allah Yang Maha Pemurah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Chiao. Love, Nina babi tapi comel. Perghh, nak tampar tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-6257416599802561765?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6257416599802561765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6257416599802561765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6257416599802561765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/patient.html' title='patient'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-7860322076011552691</id><published>2009-02-05T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:44:20.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday school</title><content type='html'>Pergi sekolah early in the morning, ikut kakak. Pergi pagi because kononnya ada Adele, tengok2 takde pun sebenarnya. Kalau pergi pagi tak sah kalau tak gelak / bercerita / bergossip / buat homework / makan. Benda tu memang wajib dilakukan lah. Lepas tu, masa tengah buat homework baru tersedar yang harini sebenarnya hari selasa tapi pergi bawa buku jadual hari isnin. Evera dengan zasya pun satu kepala. Tak cuak mana, but rasa macam kena marah tu ada. Then dah habis homework, jalan-jalan satu sekolah sebab takde benda nak buat. Pastu dah pukul 10.30, budak pagi rehat sampai 11 rasanya. Pastu kita orang lepak kat canteen sampai loceng sekolah start berdering which is at 12.55 for reading session. Dah assembly semua benda, masuk kelas sedar-sedar ada budak baru. Masing-masing(my gang) buat muka baik. Her previous school was Padang Tembak. So kita orang mcm, oh ingat dari Sbu. Gaya macam budak Sbu, salah tafsiran la kiranya kita orang ni. Muka budak baru tu sumpah meminta tangan / kaki dan siku satu kelas. Mengundang nak mati siotttt. Cewah, Nina dah pandai dah guna perkataan siot sekarang. HAHA. Dia memang kena bahan and buli la en dengan mafia-mafia 2u, which is my class. Hehe. Then tiba masa untuk rehat. Dah second assembly then subject Kh plak. Kh masuk lambat. Sebab after assembly rehat tadi ada perjumpaan rumah Adele. Encik Mior pok-pek pok-pek dekat orang yang tidak menghadirkan diri pada latihan rumah, pagi tadi. Then masuk bengkel for Kh, ingat cikgu tengah marah-marah ke apa ke sebab muka classmates serious semacam je, then dah wish Puan Zuhana, duduk dekat meja kumpulan and bermula menanya soalan kepada rakan seperjuangan ‘Eh korang, cikgu marah-marah eh tadi?’ Dan mereka reply ‘Takdelah, mood dia okay plak harini. Agak pelik la juga oh’. Dan selepas itu saya punya kepala otak pun bingung semacam, tak percaya plak mood Puan Zuhana okay harini. Then Kh habis setelah setengah jam saya berada di bengkel. Subject seterusnya Pjk, eh but sebelum tu masa tengah kena marah dengan Encik Mior en, feeling gila siotttt! Sebab apa tahu? Sebab masa tu tengah hujan. Hehe. Kay, lepas tu masa Pjk still raining. So macam tak keluar untuk berPj. Pjk kita orang mana penah belajar, so macam..HEAVEN. Hehe. But sadly today belajar plak for the 1st time sebab cikgu cakap sebab after Sukan this year terus Ujian 1. Cikgu suruh tulis nota sikit but me and my friends(me,evera,nadzirah,wawa) tanak tulis. Alasan kita orang, MALAS LA CIKGU/TAK BAWA BUKU PULEK/ BUKU TAK WUJUD LA CIKGU. Haa, alasan universal. Nasib baiklah cikgu Pjk kita orang jenis yang macam kita orang. Ketinggian dah sama dah dengan kita orang. Perangai pun lebih kurang je, so boleh gang ah, satu kepala. Classmates lain buat nota. Kita orang(me and wawa) pun buat juga. Yang lagi dua ekor tu tak salin. Dah habis nota, cikgu explain and demo plak. Semua orang tergelak-gelak sebab cikgu lawak gila pig want to die. Sumpah not lying weh! HAHA Then dah tiba masa untuk pulang ke rumah masing-masing. Lepas tu, goodbye. Tu je nak cerita. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiao. Love, Nina Cantik. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-7860322076011552691?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7860322076011552691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/7860322076011552691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/7860322076011552691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-school.html' title='Tuesday school'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-2921725771569375520</id><published>2009-02-02T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:17:57.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>never again</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS VERY BORING. MY BODY STILL HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting and webbing with Yana, and without her noticing, I snapped two pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;Ni ha gambarnya &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYbwlY7rjzI/AAAAAAAAADk/m_35RPVrvPQ/s320/webbie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298186536786562866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE TWO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYbw4Ofrw5I/AAAAAAAAADs/BNgkv0sQ5sc/s320/webbie1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298186860402295698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comel kan kita orang. Kan kan kan *naik turun kening* hehehe :p&lt;br /&gt;Dah tu je, byee. Hari ni Nina malas nak perasan perasan la plak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-2921725771569375520?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2921725771569375520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/2921725771569375520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/2921725771569375520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-again.html' title='never again'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYbwlY7rjzI/AAAAAAAAADk/m_35RPVrvPQ/s72-c/webbie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-3581363959393032849</id><published>2009-02-01T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:06:44.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE FEELS LIKE DYING NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit ;&lt;br /&gt;Hati, jiwa, tangan, tengkuk, kaki, bontot, perut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda ada keinginan untuk tahu mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;Ia adalah kerana badminton yang saya main dengan penuh semangatnya semalam.&lt;br /&gt;Sakit hati dan jiwa itu lain cerita. Yang itu manusia yang menyakitkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, rasa macam nak tikam perut sendiri okay.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm lying, but really, I don't feel right these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Makan takde selera. Online takde mood. Text orang takde mood. Nak buat homeworks takde strength langsung. Nak jalan or bangun from one place to one place tak cukup kuat, muscle pain one whole body. Pening tak beragak, berpusing2 kepala otak ni. And the people I know just keeps on hurting me, and maybe that's why I have no appetite to eat or drink. Dah la I've been sick on and off the whole time. It felt so wrong tahu. On Valentines Day plak diriku ini keseorangan, HAHA. Haiyo. I felt sad for one week kot. Cewah, minta simpati nampak, hehehe. Balik lambat everyday plak tu. Pukul 12 baru nak sampai rumah, apa kejadahnya ni? Sumpah rasa macam 'ek ehh, aku nak tertumbang la plak' haa, macam tu okay. Kesian kan, I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all yang mampu I post for today. My muscle pain are killing me softly inside. CEWAH! Haiyo. Okay, dah. Love, Nina The Cuttest Among All. Hadumak, Nina ni tengah dalam in this condition pun boleh perasan lagi ye, jangan ingat dia tidak akan perasan yaw. Kay kay, night peops I love playplay only &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-3581363959393032849?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3581363959393032849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/3581363959393032849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/3581363959393032849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad.html' title='Bad'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-8549618935737306826</id><published>2009-01-31T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:19:05.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlife</title><content type='html'>Oh hot damn, this is my jam. CEH, sesat gila lyric tu dalam blog aku. Haiyo. So okay. Mey ra nam hey, Nina hey. Err, HEY! HAHAHA. And today was a tiring day for me and my family. Had my family day out. Here's how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12 if not mistaken or later than that, not quite sure really. My sister woke me up very annoyingly, like always. So, woke up thinking that we are all going shopping today, but sadly, tak jadi because my sister cakap 'Sebabkan dia, we all tak jadi shopping tahu tak! Bangun lambat lagi!' and I was like &gt; Diam la kau. Siapa suruh tak bangunkan aku.. It's not my fault really. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us ladies went to Papa and Mama's house to lepak and eat lunch. The moms cooked very deliciously! We ate very 'slowly' because every single one of us was superbly hungry. It's like tak makan 6 jam. Hehehe. Oh and, did I tell you that the moms finished cooking at 4 and we ate at 4.15? Sadtening right? HAHA. My favourite word people, yo yo "sadtening". Hihi. Okay back to the topic. Imagine, luch at 4.15. People were having their tea at 4, and we were having our so called lunch. Sadtening, tsktsk. HAHA, haiyo me otak terbalik 180 degree one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moms, ceh ada nama glamour HAHA. Okay, the moms did the dishes and the kids were doing their own stuffs. Kak Lyn tak tahu dia buat apa exactly. Abang Alef dalam bilik, not sure apa he buat. Kakak studying(bajet baik je). Me online, of course la online apa lagi. And Aiman was singing Slipknot's songs in the living room, beside me, which was menyakitkan hati. Because I h.a.t.e Slipknot mannnn, DAMN. Haha. Then, the moms and the two kids(kak lyn and aiman) were warming up la konon. They were playing the badminton in front of the house. The others were still doing their own stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siap - siap to go to Sports Planet. What for? Ha, ni yang nak cerita ni en. Okay. Went there to play badminton. Sampai sana je dah pukul 7 macam tu. We played none stop, laughed none stop, had fun, blabla, all those shits. And then dah habis main. It was already 8.30. Around that time la ha. Tak kan nak tengok jam kot en. After that, went for a dinner. Habis makan, I was texting two beloved friend of mine. My sister and I were being maniacs. We were laughing like the whole time for some brilliant reasons. Then the clock strikes 11. The orang tuas were busy talking, tak mahu nak balik, so we the orang mudas pun membusykan diri kita orang. Talk punyalah talk. Jadi orang takde otak pun ada juga. Then finally balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home. Switched on the computer, took my bath, then pergi depan comp je tengok my msn dah online sendiri. Which was menyenangkan kerja saya. Then chat dengan my friend, then I got bored cause he was busy playing the game called Chess with the computer. So then, here I am blogging about today. And okay, he dah off. HAHA. Sorry mannn for not layan-ing you. Today was a great day. It will stay in my memory until death do me part. HAHAHA. Stupid fucker me. HAHA. And that was the end of my post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiao. Love, Nina The Hottest &lt;3 HAHAHA. Damn, God, Nina perasan lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-8549618935737306826?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8549618935737306826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/afterlife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/8549618935737306826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/8549618935737306826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/afterlife.html' title='Afterlife'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-6468378026299822713</id><published>2009-01-29T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:35:14.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. A picture of you at the most unique environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0u6f9rJUcX0/SLK50XO_yxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Mo27U_eb0Xc/s320/DSC01282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238453625826560786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe the environment.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. A picture of you at somewhere you dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYKrqvsS18I/AAAAAAAAABo/COl7GF9SvLA/s320/48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296984862586230722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe why you dislike that place.&lt;br /&gt;I was in McDonald at Masjid Jamek. What do you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. A picture of you with the ones who means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I WILL UPLOAD THE PICTURE LATER ON. PLEASE WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is that person and what did that person do to you before?&lt;br /&gt;They are my tremendous chill family unit and they took care of me until now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. A picture of you with your best smile (mouth open).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYKsAoTm0fI/AAAAAAAAABw/wyR6LxeCDkM/s320/IMAG2004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296985238560756210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why were you smiling?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. A picture of you with your best smile (mouth closed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYKsRsoODbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/i547T-q22tk/s320/DSC04365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296985531778731442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you posing or smiling naturally?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven yes mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. A picture of you with your lamest pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYKstp9-lgI/AAAAAAAAACA/D2o3BEVBu2A/s320/DSC04029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296986012101023234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give this picture a capture.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lame only at definite period okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. A picture of you with one of the people who stand on top of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYKs-xN-AnI/AAAAAAAAACI/KH_CpUwhlbY/s320/DSC04516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296986306104918642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is that person treating you like how you're treating him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. A picture of you with some toys or cute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYKtedmsQAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/84PBnGFFmes/s320/DSC04524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296986850595717122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you with?&lt;br /&gt;A balloon, haha. I don't have pictures with toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. A picture of you in white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYKt3WkWR2I/AAAAAAAAACY/eqjuhcLRwPw/s320/DSC04565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296987278203570018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why were you wearing white instead of black?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, suka hati aku lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. A candid picture of you and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYKucHvlLbI/AAAAAAAAACg/T8hLm33MdYI/s320/DSC04457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296987909879311794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you look good in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look adorable mann :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-6468378026299822713?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6468378026299822713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6468378026299822713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6468378026299822713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-questions.html' title='10 Questions'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0u6f9rJUcX0/SLK50XO_yxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Mo27U_eb0Xc/s72-c/DSC01282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-6565315321183392238</id><published>2009-01-29T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:52:31.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocaine</title><content type='html'>WE WERE VERY STUPID MAN. NO, CORRECTION DUDE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; WAS VERY STUPID -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Ninaaaaaaa, kasi idea nak letak blog description i apa&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;jap i dah lupa,&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;description kat mana ah? haha&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Yang bawah blog tittle tu&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. tu la, lama sangat tak sentuh bloggie&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;umm&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;letak..&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Letakkk?&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;umm. haha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;no idea mannnn&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Hallaaaaaaaaaaaaa, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;You alwayyyyys have idea Nina :(&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;today idea ran away to mexico lah sayanggg (:&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;nina is bery the sorry mannn&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;bery? BERY?&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Mexico teruuuuuuus, hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;BERY the sorry ;D&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;where is my L.O.V.E man?&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;damn, he is not online. this is bery the sadtening.&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;He is H.O.M.E mannn&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;sadtening kata akuuu&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, bery sadtening yeee&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;hoyeh&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;i rok men&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;ceh, haha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;english mcm sial gila&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;0_0&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;eh jom jd gila, i like it when we get crazayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! JOM JOM JOMMMMMMMMMMM ;P&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, jom vid call dulu ;d&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't want video call&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to chat crazy crazy only&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Why you don't want video call? sad sad&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, bery the malas one laa&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Fine lah, you like this, malasmalas with me&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;ceh emo ye bangggg&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Brb tauuu]&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;ek eleh. okay&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-'&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;weh lamanya kau brb ni weh.&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;otp ke apa ha&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Mana adaaa, tolong adik I buat hw :|&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;ceh, baik la ha&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Baik lah ;D&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;amek ayat aku ha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeee&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;no originality&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Heh? Ambik ayat apanyaaa? :S&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;Baik lah&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;EH COPCOP&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;eh takde apa la&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;APA APA APAAA?&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;;//&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;Camni en youu, nak secret dgn I skg. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, eeeee. ayat tuut tuut. haha&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;tak you ckp baik lah sebab i ckp 'ceh baik la ha'&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;i ingat you guna ayat i yg ' baik lah' tu&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;perasan, i know -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Yana says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Ya Allah -____________-&lt;br /&gt;Nina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo, bery the sadtening right? HAHAHA. We are so bangang mann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-6565315321183392238?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6565315321183392238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/cocaine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6565315321183392238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/6565315321183392238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/cocaine.html' title='Cocaine'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-3390731836593926664</id><published>2009-01-29T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:38:25.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know by now</title><content type='html'>Hoyeh hoyeh! I just found out that I am going to be wearing braces soon people! This is fun okay, I don't even know why I said that. Haiyo. Anyways, I'm going to look adorable brace face man, HAHA. Oh dear God. Nina perasan mannnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-3390731836593926664?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3390731836593926664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/know-by-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/3390731836593926664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/3390731836593926664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/know-by-now.html' title='Know by now'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230179931268803922.post-2643945675880304953</id><published>2009-01-29T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:21:37.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get up</title><content type='html'>Ey people! I am back baby! So whassup? What's crackin' other than me? CEH, hahaha! Okay, so now that I'm back, just wanna inform you guys that I'm a lot crazy-er this time. Ya'll okay with that right? Uhuh, okay, all right man! Oh oh, and. Err, nevermind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Nina &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230179931268803922-2643945675880304953?l=cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2643945675880304953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/2643945675880304953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230179931268803922/posts/default/2643945675880304953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cansomebodykillmeplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-up.html' title='Get up'/><author><name>Nina Hidayah Samsuri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKj_4Lbuw4c/SYGsIDxV8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDQgYUso1Rs/S220/DSC04529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
