<?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-1865277593965500532</id><updated>2011-11-12T09:12:15.949-08:00</updated><category term='biler nak khawin ? haha :)'/><category term='6 kids okay ? :)'/><category term='Izan'/><category term='♥'/><category term='I want you back please :('/><category term='Horryfied.'/><title type='text'>Get a life =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-7076936825839768674</id><published>2011-11-12T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:12:15.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFMyuSD0UXQ/Tr6mevTkKYI/AAAAAAAAAck/JFw0EEH2Iog/s1600/2011-05-20%2B17.48.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFMyuSD0UXQ/Tr6mevTkKYI/AAAAAAAAAck/JFw0EEH2Iog/s400/2011-05-20%2B17.48.48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674155627558218114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang , life is so busy that at times we overlooked things. As for me , i took things for granted. I didnt notice that actually you feel neglected. Yes i didnt realise it till to bring it up. I know , we used to be so close and now if we dont spend time that much , we feel that something is missing. Having a boyfriend is about having him by your side every time you need him right ? I fail at that area. Its not that i didnt try. Maybe i over tried things. Love , i want you to know how much i love you. I may not show it but deep inside my heart , each and every beats , it beats for you. Loving you , i never fail to do it. I do it everyday. Sayang , people always say once you reach a stage with that someone , every spark in the relationship has tone down. I dont want that to happen to us. Im trying to make everyday a different day for you sayang. Dear, im still learning and i hope , we both can try our very best to understand each other needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sharizan , youre my heartbeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-7076936825839768674?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/7076936825839768674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=7076936825839768674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7076936825839768674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7076936825839768674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-sorry.html' title='Im sorry.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFMyuSD0UXQ/Tr6mevTkKYI/AAAAAAAAAck/JFw0EEH2Iog/s72-c/2011-05-20%2B17.48.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4405042927509251670</id><published>2011-09-21T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:31:07.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results Satisfaction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Primary Life. ( Si Ling Primary School )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Academic has been my weak point since i was in primary 5. Played a fool , didnt even bother opening the book to study and just enjoy as what is listed in my life. Ive never thot that it could change me alot. From EM2 during primary 5 , i was demoted to EM3 primary 6. I still remember at that point of time i cried my out so loud that i dont even bother what my admires thinks about me. See , primary school you have such " admires ". So people didnt wonder why i dropped. Primary 6 , i started to prove to everybody that i can do it like others did. Studied hard , less playful and attended tuition. In the end , i manage to produce good results and my mum cried , tears of joy she called it. I made it to Normal Academic stream but theres a big challenge for me , only 2 schools accepted me , Fuchun Sec and Si Ling Sec. I chose Si Ling Sec cause its near to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Secondary Life. ( Si Ling Secondary School )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Baiw08h04E/Tnq19354iSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RQAE85CV854/s1600/n538297747_1830941_2874231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Baiw08h04E/Tnq19354iSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RQAE85CV854/s400/n538297747_1830941_2874231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655032356700457250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvv7SVf5gPY/Tnq5bpTdjFI/AAAAAAAAAcM/IyZTwibVHco/s1600/n538297747_1830954_2107554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvv7SVf5gPY/Tnq5bpTdjFI/AAAAAAAAAcM/IyZTwibVHco/s400/n538297747_1830954_2107554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655036166712167506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Secondary school is where it started. The feeling of abang abangness really carried me away till results didnt satisfy me much. At the age of 13 , having a relationship is not a good idea , trust me. But i manage to pull my sleeves up and yeah , results are there. So ive been in a relationship for almost 4 years plus and ive learn not to get influence nor affected by it. During sec 4 , i was offered O level Mother Tongue. SLSS is an awesome sch. It gives student the chance to test their awesome brain. I took MT o level 4 times , FYI. Hahaha. 2 C5 and 2 B3. And again , it was something that i achieve it all by myself , actually not lah. Hahaha. Friends and teachers too. N level was okay , didnt actually made it to sec 5 but o level mt helped. * O Level *. A very big challenge for me i could say. Leaving in Malaysia. Waking up at 4am every morning , back home at 9pm in the evening , life was terrible. Slept in class was my main action in every class. But teachers understood and gave me support and encouragement. Had 1 to 1 remedial with MISS JACQUE LOO ! Haha. Shes awesome. Nominated her personally for the most awesome teachers ive ever met. All paid off , POLYTECHNICS ! Woohoo ! Hahaha. My mum &amp;amp; dad couldnt be much happy about it ! They are please with me and bought me stuff that i didnt even ask for. Syukur Alhamdulillah. Next , NURSING ! ( btw , i broke up with her already hor. Haha ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tertiary Life. ( Nanyang Polytechnic )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Umc0ToFxPRw/Tnq19mwptNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xbiPF9uLw2c/s1600/20278_301657162747_538297747_3374534_7976481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Umc0ToFxPRw/Tnq19mwptNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xbiPF9uLw2c/s400/20278_301657162747_538297747_3374534_7976481_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655032352098333906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LjR4wuobb8/Tnq5bUxSm2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/0CXUnCWgnmM/s1600/185292_10150281568173505_620273504_7931782_5360993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LjR4wuobb8/Tnq5bUxSm2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/0CXUnCWgnmM/s400/185292_10150281568173505_620273504_7931782_5360993_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655036161200135010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCxFu89SxsQ/Tnq5bJ_NwkI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ENYbw_p6Zck/s1600/11445_176368533504_620273504_2955581_1487998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCxFu89SxsQ/Tnq5bJ_NwkI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ENYbw_p6Zck/s400/11445_176368533504_620273504_2955581_1487998_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655036158305747522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life was so much different. Lectures , wanna come , you come. Dont wanna come , tap and go. Tempting much uh ? Yeaa. Every new semester , told myself not to do it but yeah , didnt hold on to my words. Now , its more ouuhhkaaayyyy lah to be in a relationship. I met mine , heh heh. Same lecture group. Haha. Anyways , poly life is so stressful that i times when im not stress , i get stress for not getting stress. Understand ? Yea very much so. Poly life is more to freedom learning or self learning. Im lucky to have nice and caring friends to guide me thru the 3 years in poly. They gave me encouragement , the force me to study and i bet they are happy to see that i didnt dissapoint them. 5 semesters overall , All gpa kept increasing by 0.0 something. Haha , didnt dropped and no supplementary papers for the 2 years ++. Alhamdulillah Syukur. Im satisfied with my poly life. Prcp is coming , just hope for the best. My next aim to succeed is in , working life in National Heart Centre :)&lt;br /&gt;( Im still with her hor ! 26 months okay ~ :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Work hard , the product you get , will satisfy you a lot *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4405042927509251670?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4405042927509251670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4405042927509251670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4405042927509251670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4405042927509251670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/09/results-satisfaction.html' title='Results Satisfaction.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Baiw08h04E/Tnq19354iSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RQAE85CV854/s72-c/n538297747_1830941_2874231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-8538679285808966044</id><published>2011-09-09T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:58:13.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5c_ngQ0YIjw/TmpFGjXdHeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/za1kGA6u95Y/s1600/tumblr_lpa2j9zfSu1qb7tnno1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 78px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650404661364858338" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5c_ngQ0YIjw/TmpFGjXdHeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/za1kGA6u95Y/s400/tumblr_lpa2j9zfSu1qb7tnno1_500.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im just afraid it will just happen to me , again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-8538679285808966044?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/8538679285808966044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=8538679285808966044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8538679285808966044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8538679285808966044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/09/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5c_ngQ0YIjw/TmpFGjXdHeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/za1kGA6u95Y/s72-c/tumblr_lpa2j9zfSu1qb7tnno1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-927488490947978410</id><published>2011-09-04T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T09:36:11.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNMMaTR0Ie8/TmOofQAG8KI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2SSLuSX_BQ0/s1600/249716_10150271040136062_626521061_9079450_4068392_n.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNMMaTR0Ie8/TmOofQAG8KI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2SSLuSX_BQ0/s400/249716_10150271040136062_626521061_9079450_4068392_n.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648543612477567138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get this influence from izan. Shes loves to photoshoot and been bugging me to do a cover with her. Yes izan , will surely do it on our 1 month holiday alright ? I'll promise you that. I know im sweet. Stop telling the whole world lah dear. Heh heh :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/1865277593965500532-927488490947978410?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/927488490947978410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=927488490947978410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/927488490947978410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/927488490947978410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/09/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNMMaTR0Ie8/TmOofQAG8KI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2SSLuSX_BQ0/s72-c/249716_10150271040136062_626521061_9079450_4068392_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-6803974379662216943</id><published>2011-09-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T09:30:15.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Love ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbMn5oVOsIM/TmOmj3TxUBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9R6RrZKdasQ/s1600/2011-05-31%2B18.36.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbMn5oVOsIM/TmOmj3TxUBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9R6RrZKdasQ/s400/2011-05-31%2B18.36.37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648541492725239826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shes all i got. My life has been filled with love eversince shes here. I cant be asking for more when shes around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know kak izan , youre so irritating yet loving. How can you multi-task so well baby ? Haha. Love ya gemok ! :)&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/1865277593965500532-6803974379662216943?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/6803974379662216943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=6803974379662216943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6803974379662216943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6803974379662216943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-love.html' title='One Love ~'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbMn5oVOsIM/TmOmj3TxUBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9R6RrZKdasQ/s72-c/2011-05-31%2B18.36.37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-349135380882372191</id><published>2011-08-30T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T10:02:13.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2w89o0NVR3s/Tl0Vw0KzPoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LCB5zT4tTv8/s1600/love_quotes_graphics_b7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2w89o0NVR3s/Tl0Vw0KzPoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LCB5zT4tTv8/s400/love_quotes_graphics_b7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646693436174319234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Loving is something beyond our control although it actually belongs to us. Life's been beautiful and wonderful ever since im in love. It brings me to a place where i cant find it on earth , which is paradise. May god knows how much i want you to be in my life till my last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharizan Selamat &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-349135380882372191?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/349135380882372191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=349135380882372191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/349135380882372191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/349135380882372191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/08/loving-is-something-beyond-our-control.html' title=''/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2w89o0NVR3s/Tl0Vw0KzPoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LCB5zT4tTv8/s72-c/love_quotes_graphics_b7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-7935891431937792114</id><published>2011-08-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:46:03.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menunggumu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jR2wLyrW5Bc/Tl0THMZDdtI/AAAAAAAAAas/jOdmbgaIboc/s1600/2011-05-20%2B17.45.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jR2wLyrW5Bc/Tl0THMZDdtI/AAAAAAAAAas/jOdmbgaIboc/s400/2011-05-20%2B17.45.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646690522098792146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walau raga kita terpisah jauh ,&lt;br /&gt;Namun hati kita selalu dekat ,&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau rindu pejamkan matamu .&lt;br /&gt;Dan rasakan a a a aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Kekuatan cinta kita takkan pernah rapuh ,&lt;br /&gt;Terhapus ruang dan waktu ,&lt;br /&gt;Percayakan kesetiaan ini ,&lt;br /&gt;Akan tulus a a ai aishiteru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-7935891431937792114?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/7935891431937792114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=7935891431937792114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7935891431937792114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7935891431937792114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/08/menunggumu.html' title='Menunggumu.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jR2wLyrW5Bc/Tl0THMZDdtI/AAAAAAAAAas/jOdmbgaIboc/s72-c/2011-05-20%2B17.45.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-7547314976529254019</id><published>2011-05-28T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:30:00.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to please everybody in this world is not easy. For me , trying to please people , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have to stop some of my " used routine ". One the other hand , we expect the least from them to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; have it our way too. Unfortunately , it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt;. I'll do anything to please just to see them happy but apparently they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;. So whats the point anyways. Sometimes i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; nothing to these people , sadly to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-7547314976529254019?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/7547314976529254019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=7547314976529254019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7547314976529254019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7547314976529254019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-please.html' title='To Please'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1835458889721278790</id><published>2011-05-22T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:22:00.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay or Sell ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trFOH4vk4wo/Tdi32mAjJzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dCJaY3RVrsI/s1600/226541_10150191236567748_538297747_6911427_5181460_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609435484433622834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trFOH4vk4wo/Tdi32mAjJzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dCJaY3RVrsI/s400/226541_10150191236567748_538297747_6911427_5181460_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shes nice , shes sexy , shes cool , shes big , shes fast , shes superb , shes powerful but shes giving me problem. Ouh baby , why issit so ? Ive bun so much on you my dear. Whats wrong with your temperature ? Ouh baby , please. I know you will be there for me cause i need you. Should i stay or sell ? Tapi i sayang you :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1835458889721278790?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1835458889721278790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1835458889721278790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1835458889721278790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1835458889721278790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/05/stay-or-sell.html' title='Stay or Sell ?'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trFOH4vk4wo/Tdi32mAjJzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dCJaY3RVrsI/s72-c/226541_10150191236567748_538297747_6911427_5181460_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-600335903440212766</id><published>2011-05-15T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T14:49:00.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toughest week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp_CYTICYyA/Tc95yhRjXLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3HET71f9qvk/s1600/1001unlucky.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 250px; height: 250px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606833969931967666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp_CYTICYyA/Tc95yhRjXLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3HET71f9qvk/s400/1001unlucky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our action seems to have their lucky and unlucky stars , to which a great part of that blame and that commendation is due which is given to the action themselves - Francois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life has been so hard for me this week. Lost my bike keys which leads to afew problems with Sharizan. The most hardship week i ever had with love. Everything went so wrong. Been in a situation whereby you try to make up something to cool the situation down but it turn out to be worst than before ? Been there done that. I struggle my way up to breathe. I accept this hurdles from God for my past sins that ive done. Im really sorry. Izan , im really sorry for all the things that has been happen for the past few weeks. As i say , i wanna be in a relationship , i have to accept all this. But whatever it is , i will still hold on to my promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-600335903440212766?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/600335903440212766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=600335903440212766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/600335903440212766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/600335903440212766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/05/toughest-week.html' title='Toughest week.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp_CYTICYyA/Tc95yhRjXLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3HET71f9qvk/s72-c/1001unlucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-3003496520779315365</id><published>2011-05-01T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:58:05.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Korang sumer memang besar peh sial. Apasal ? Senang cakap , asal jalan cerite boleh sampai pat budak lain ? Lu nak tanye , depan wa lu tanye. Nie lu citer pat orang yang takde kene hal ngan wa asal ? Buto wa taknak banyak story mcm lu korang uh. Ader time sendiri lu picet wa. Aku tau antare korang sorang pukimak mesti bacer nie. Anytime wa standby. Pala buto sama anda sumer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3003496520779315365?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3003496520779315365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3003496520779315365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3003496520779315365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3003496520779315365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/05/sial.html' title='Sial.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-387366877191840405</id><published>2011-04-22T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:37:09.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Words ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNMXeIcTX_s/TbGueQtrnqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bbBwfgff7Dg/s1600/179997_1875138881137_1321164365_32175632_6698247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598447646704115362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNMXeIcTX_s/TbGueQtrnqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bbBwfgff7Dg/s400/179997_1875138881137_1321164365_32175632_6698247_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I wish you knew how much love i have for you. I wished you knew how an incredible boyfriend you are &amp;amp; that no other guy from my past could ever beat that because baby , youre one of a kind. Youre so special that youre irreplaceable. &amp;amp; hope someday you will realise youre great in every way. I will love you like how i did the very first time , yesterday , the day before , tomorrow &amp;amp; the days to come. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A night text from her just kept me going. Shes my love &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-387366877191840405?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/387366877191840405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=387366877191840405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/387366877191840405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/387366877191840405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/04/beautiful-words.html' title='Beautiful Words ♥'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNMXeIcTX_s/TbGueQtrnqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bbBwfgff7Dg/s72-c/179997_1875138881137_1321164365_32175632_6698247_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-3268828230377385274</id><published>2011-04-17T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:35:52.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months to Our 24th Monthsary ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjGjwNyh-9E/Taqy5P3A9rI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6P0jPn1dW74/s1600/215888_10150166222302748_538297747_6675431_6991752_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596482183540831922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjGjwNyh-9E/Taqy5P3A9rI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6P0jPn1dW74/s400/215888_10150166222302748_538297747_6675431_6991752_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our 21th was plain simple. As usual , smile is our 3rd party. We really had fun together. We started the afternoon with a confusion. Sharizan " You , kiter nie 21th month ke 22th ? Dari last month mcm asek 21th aje. " Me " Aah eh you. ( I started counting .. ) Betul lah you. July kan we 2 years. " Fuhh , i was lucky to be right because i wished her right on the dot , 12am. So we had KFC for lunch. Proceed to Bugis Junction and to Bugis Village. Wa not fair , Sharizan manage to get 2 bags for herself. Haha. Neh its okay. Just joking. Then we plan to catch a last min movie , SCREAM 4 ! Awesome shits but i dont know why im frustrated. Haha. Alot of twist in the movie. I would rate it 3.5 star. Hee. So we end our night hanging around mandai park area. The view was awesome. Ask izan , she loves it (: Plain simple right ? Because we are sick and tired planning but it didnt go the way we wanted. Dear love , happy happy 21th (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3268828230377385274?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3268828230377385274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3268828230377385274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3268828230377385274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3268828230377385274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-months-to-our-24th-monthsary.html' title='3 Months to Our 24th Monthsary ♥'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjGjwNyh-9E/Taqy5P3A9rI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6P0jPn1dW74/s72-c/215888_10150166222302748_538297747_6675431_6991752_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2111597616062488178</id><published>2011-04-17T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:27:15.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SGH , IMH = Start Of A New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLXCn5ubV2A/Taqv60UrOlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/x-QEhYiCfS0/s1600/215262_10150146788578020_703783019_6690402_1702183_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596478911973898834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLXCn5ubV2A/Taqv60UrOlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/x-QEhYiCfS0/s400/215262_10150146788578020_703783019_6690402_1702183_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Institude of Mental Health. As everybody know , Singaporean has this perception about people in IMH. Singaporean with their stereotyping and their stigmatization , it will never end, Yes i do admit at one point i do have the sam thinking. But after i was given the opportunity to have my attachment at IMH , it changes everything about IMH. Its actually not about mental illness literally. Only god knows. My last day was painful as i have to leave the hospital and not seeing my beautiful patients anymore. Some of them shook my hands and even some say please come back again or some asked , " when will you come back ? " Its wonderful when you see this gifted people. They are the same as us. Sister always say " We nurses are gifted. We are given everything that we need and want. So our job is to give these patients what they need as they cant have their basic wants in life. " Eversince that posting , IMH patients are one of the best patients ive ever met (: &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zsGD30m0oo/Taqv1bWBsQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jFMaNqNWmHE/s1600/197373_1662587241649_1146247546_31489751_4764018_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596478819369332994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zsGD30m0oo/Taqv1bWBsQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jFMaNqNWmHE/s400/197373_1662587241649_1146247546_31489751_4764018_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SGH was only for a week. Basicly case study wasnt required by Mdm Aishah , my beloved lecturer. Haha. This posting has really made me learn more skills. Its like , wow ! Haha. How to handle a case , stoma cleaning JP drainage and more. Year 3 is gonna start next week. 6 months of school and 6 months of attachment. Oh god , please give me the strength to persue my study to a higher level not because i want it , but IM BONDED ! Hahaha. Red sticker , here i come ! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2111597616062488178?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2111597616062488178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2111597616062488178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2111597616062488178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2111597616062488178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/04/sgh-imh-start-of-new-year.html' title='SGH , IMH = Start Of A New Year.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLXCn5ubV2A/Taqv60UrOlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/x-QEhYiCfS0/s72-c/215262_10150146788578020_703783019_6690402_1702183_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-5136698711079675957</id><published>2011-03-12T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T07:59:03.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love To Hatred. It Never Happens Actually.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18HnRmDHeDw/TXuXvzPeOBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/G_Iu8kC8MwM/s1600/kissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583223010520610834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18HnRmDHeDw/TXuXvzPeOBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/G_Iu8kC8MwM/s400/kissy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every misunderstanding allows me to understand my baby more. Im a guy and for a guy to understand a girl , its damn hard. Its not given to us naturally. We have to pick it up along the way. Sharizan is all that i want. I couldnt have ask for more when im with her. Shes just so, urgh ! , perfect. I love her and will always do because a day without her , makes me feel so hard. Attachment is coming and shes having a hard time. As her boyfriend , i will try my best to be with her. Baby , meet me soon cause ive got alot of love to share (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-5136698711079675957?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/5136698711079675957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=5136698711079675957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5136698711079675957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5136698711079675957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-to-hatred-it-never-happens.html' title='Love To Hatred. It Never Happens Actually.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18HnRmDHeDw/TXuXvzPeOBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/G_Iu8kC8MwM/s72-c/kissy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4690385788194404068</id><published>2011-03-11T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:59:03.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it gets worst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wCXsufp-k8/TXpihNEnDxI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2L4pxjwuw0E/s1600/Love_and_Hate_by_BaRo24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582883010663354130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wCXsufp-k8/TXpihNEnDxI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2L4pxjwuw0E/s400/Love_and_Hate_by_BaRo24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys can easily get bored and when they are bored , they start to find new toys to play with. Ive not been in that situation before , but few more shits will lead to one. Wait , do you even care ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4690385788194404068?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4690385788194404068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4690385788194404068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4690385788194404068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4690385788194404068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-it-gets-worst.html' title='When it gets worst.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wCXsufp-k8/TXpihNEnDxI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2L4pxjwuw0E/s72-c/Love_and_Hate_by_BaRo24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4366490549560065279</id><published>2011-03-08T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:20:16.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Beautiful ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc_l26LgiEA/TXcpVyMzkVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/O3WCl5zCJSw/s1600/2011-03-07%2B17.39.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581975717378494802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc_l26LgiEA/TXcpVyMzkVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/O3WCl5zCJSw/s400/2011-03-07%2B17.39.37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having her is a bless. At times yes misunderstanding happens but then again , that is just parts and parcels of being in a relationship. Shes pampered i could say. She will request for places to eat and where to hang around. No doubt that she lovess taking pictures. Haha. I kinda enjoy it too. Shes unpredictable. Yes she is. At times she can show me this " i dont care about you " attitude and at the next minute , she will be pouring all her love on me. She do have mood swings and i learn and find out that all girls do have it. So guys need to learn and be patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shes an adventurous girlfriend. She will list all the places in spore that is rarely known to people and we will slowly cover them all. Even new places which has just been built , shes updated. same goes to songs. Gosh , shes so fast. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having her as my girlfriend is fun and loving. She knows how to make herself attractive at times , knows how to get my attention and she knows what i want. She loves giving me surprises that i myself didnt expect anything from her. Shes a very nice girl. Well behave , well dress and most importantly , she loves me. Haha. Dear you , im sorry if i am such a handsome boyfriend but i dont know how to give you surprises but a promise is a promise. You will get it from me one day. Last but not least , everything i wrote above , i hope i will be able to say all those words to you 6 years later and carry on on our life. Feeq loves you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4366490549560065279?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4366490549560065279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4366490549560065279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4366490549560065279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4366490549560065279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life Is Beautiful ♥'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc_l26LgiEA/TXcpVyMzkVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/O3WCl5zCJSw/s72-c/2011-03-07%2B17.39.37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-824980347623335659</id><published>2011-03-08T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:55:06.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Girl ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_vfahzLSc4/TXcjjzPMN5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/7_Ogm8MYAVM/s1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581969361105336210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_vfahzLSc4/TXcjjzPMN5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/7_Ogm8MYAVM/s400/Image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im a guy. A guy will always find the best girl for him no matter how bad he is. people might say its unfair but then again , the girl will change him. Results may vary (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna a girl who supports me for whatever i do. Gives me her opinion on things to make things get better. I wanna girl who never fails to give in in every misunderstanding we have. A girl who would kiss me on the lips every single day before i sent her home. A girl who loves me for who i am but not for what i have. A girl who makes me feel im her number one in her life. A girl who always wanna spent time with me , give me surprises and show me love with her simple touch. A girl who loves to hug and kiss me everytime when she thinks its the right moment. I want a girl who can bring me to the right path , change my bad attitude to something which might benefit bouth of us. A girl who wants to marry me at the end of the day and more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We guys can have all this , perhaps , perhaps , we have 3 to 4 girlfriends behaving differently. As what Sharizan always told me , you cant have everything you ask for.&lt;/em&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/1865277593965500532-824980347623335659?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/824980347623335659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=824980347623335659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/824980347623335659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/824980347623335659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-dream-girl.html' title='My Dream Girl ♥'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_vfahzLSc4/TXcjjzPMN5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/7_Ogm8MYAVM/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4216627585591080232</id><published>2011-03-08T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:42:51.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzuki GSR 400 baby (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNnAYaUj2vE/TXchTkC1DhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/5jid3t-d6aI/s1600/2011-01-30%2B17.33.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581966883125792274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNnAYaUj2vE/TXchTkC1DhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/5jid3t-d6aI/s400/2011-01-30%2B17.33.00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18th of January , 2011 , the day when i passed my 2A license and at the same day i ride my baby , Suzy. Totally different , something to look forward to everyday i woke up. Spent $2k just for its downpayment and $1.4k on the Leo Vince Pipe and its Midpipe. Shes my love , shes the best :D So far , 175km/h and still counting. Lovee ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4216627585591080232?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4216627585591080232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4216627585591080232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4216627585591080232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4216627585591080232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/03/suzuki-gsr-400-baby.html' title='Suzuki GSR 400 baby (:'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNnAYaUj2vE/TXchTkC1DhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/5jid3t-d6aI/s72-c/2011-01-30%2B17.33.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-7821317699201705963</id><published>2011-01-01T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:32:35.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Are True Girlfriends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8p_TMOUMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZyFr6q_wAjY/s1600/1_318207115l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557206632658522306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8p_TMOUMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZyFr6q_wAjY/s400/1_318207115l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rxjek. My first ever darling. She was bought by my dad. My dad bought me the bike as a present as i manage to get to secondary 5. And also to travel around my estate as we need transport to shops. I didnt quite remember how this bike work as i wasnt really oriented with bikes. Hahaha. But i was sad when marino wanted to take over this bike and i take his x1-r. Yar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8p0JP8IYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wiiqR-EjOOs/s1600/Image438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557206441011192194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8p0JP8IYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wiiqR-EjOOs/s400/Image438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is my second darling , x1-r :) Exchange with marino for my rxjek. I spent more time with this bike then my rxjek. 2 stroke and 4 stroke are totally different uh. This bike is so called as " motor mala petaka " HAHAH ! Marino met with an accident with this bike , then me , then my second bro , shameer and lastly , shafrool. Except for my dad uh. He is a safe rider. Hoho ! See that pipe ? Yearp , ahm boh ! Brans tak brans boh mau sarong ? Hahaha. Now , the bike is safely handled to rafiq :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8pAGnp8cI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lf3a9E93FCI/s1600/2010-12-20%2B10.41.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557205546952159682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8pAGnp8cI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lf3a9E93FCI/s400/2010-12-20%2B10.41.34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Kawa 150. When you tend to give something a name , you will get attached to them. Her name , Sally. I name it after my current girlfriend. Shes been there when i need her. Shes been more then a year with me. I love her so much. I do talk to her sometimes. Shes my everything. There was once when she was fcuking sick , overhaul boh ! 4 days sia without her. Haiya. Now , shes as healthy as ever. Wancheng bro kawa gua. Haha. I will never let her go. Intended to but , nvm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After this .. * winks winks *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1865277593965500532-7821317699201705963?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/7821317699201705963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=7821317699201705963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7821317699201705963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7821317699201705963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-are-true-girlfriends.html' title='They Are True Girlfriends.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8p_TMOUMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZyFr6q_wAjY/s72-c/1_318207115l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4794143227170319766</id><published>2011-01-01T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:13:15.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Picture Tells It All :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8oMGEYL3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/EAE5bPn3tOE/s1600/1_301230663l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557204653450997618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8oMGEYL3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/EAE5bPn3tOE/s400/1_301230663l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8oDYMtexI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MPE0Lu0M1bI/s1600/1_451863290l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557204503698963218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8oDYMtexI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MPE0Lu0M1bI/s400/1_451863290l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8nNxIdG4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/dJ-CPEz9VMY/s1600/1_301230663l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The picture above , it has millions of memories. Never will i fail to love you guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I discover this phrase and i thought it meant so deep. Thanks to Amira Arianna:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apologizing doesnt mean you were wrong or your partner is right. It just means that you value your relationship more than your ego.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4794143227170319766?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4794143227170319766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4794143227170319766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4794143227170319766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4794143227170319766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-picture-tells-it-all.html' title='This Picture Tells It All :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR8oMGEYL3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/EAE5bPn3tOE/s72-c/1_301230663l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2567908455336382542</id><published>2010-12-31T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:22:18.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR4RGH3snpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/4dmIyd-bolY/s1600/164089_1779962701792_1321164365_31996210_6021330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556897787111317138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR4RGH3snpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/4dmIyd-bolY/s400/164089_1779962701792_1321164365_31996210_6021330_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relationship is not the cause of losing friendship :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2567908455336382542?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2567908455336382542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2567908455336382542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2567908455336382542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2567908455336382542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/12/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR4RGH3snpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/4dmIyd-bolY/s72-c/164089_1779962701792_1321164365_31996210_6021330_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1912613386252391687</id><published>2010-12-31T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:01:24.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR4MNUMpJtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5SG6VecAgHI/s1600/166105_10150109416031584_583576583_7553833_1465611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556892413121341138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR4MNUMpJtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5SG6VecAgHI/s400/166105_10150109416031584_583576583_7553833_1465611_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have i been making full use of my holidays ? I guess so. For me its better than my previous hols where i rot at home missing friends and girlfriend. I started my hols with class chalet at Aranda country club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday ) It was awesome as it was my first time seeing things that are funny yet disturbing. Haha. Had fun but still , certain things can be avoided to add more fun in it. Ouhwells , its happening and i love it ! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Wednesday ) On weds , i had a date with my baby. A place where i really really want to go , sentosa. Muahaha ! Love it man. My first ever time for 19 years , going to a beach with my girlfriend. Love you baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Monday ) On the second week of my hols , i organised an outing for the boys ( Asal boleh ) * Pala pantat * Sakai , apit , me and eein went there together and later on , pak zal si tue krepot join in. It was hell of a fun you can say. We were behaving like we were in secondary school ! Hahaha. Here and there i'd forgotten that im attached. Huhu. Guys , you know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Wednesday ) The day ive been waiting for. A trip to the zoo ! Adah and Jaz tagged along. Fuhh , we had a fun together man. Till now , i cant believe that i can click with izan's side. Oh Am Gee ! Im in love with my in laws. Hahaha ! To early to say that ? Maybe ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yar , thats all. Most of the days i will be meeting those jahanams and do our normal chores like melepaks and merempats. Huhu. Still , holidays are appreciated especially when youre around :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1912613386252391687?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1912613386252391687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1912613386252391687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1912613386252391687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1912613386252391687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TR4MNUMpJtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5SG6VecAgHI/s72-c/166105_10150109416031584_583576583_7553833_1465611_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-6810549550842398350</id><published>2010-11-27T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:11:38.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asal Boleh ( Esai Bo ! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TPEe9Tl5MWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ED5wCoZaCV8/s1600/asdcsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544246654849855842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TPEe9Tl5MWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ED5wCoZaCV8/s400/asdcsc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A.S.A.L B.O.L.E.H : A Saver Always Live , But Often Live E Hardest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiday we had a mini outing. Zal didnt tag along cause he is sick. Theres always next time bro. On friday , me , eein , pek , rain and apiz met under eein's block. We gather then head to paya lebar grandlink. Reached grandlink , tu pala mangkoks peh sakai belom sampai. Bla bla bla , we start karaks at 7pm. 2 hours. We had fun la ! It was like a long time ago since we had fun. We switch ourselves to Slss mood , eein is one of them too. He is also known to be slss start from whenever he wants. Haha. We behave like a hooligan seriously. Girls past by , we were like dogs and cats. After we end our karaks session , theres this 3 girls came approaching us. They say " Hi , are you a member of this amusement park ? Can you like pretend to be our friend so that we can enter ? " i pity them so much uh. I think they just completed their O's uh. Rafiq became the victim. Huhu. Rafiq act as their friend but it didnt went well. They are unable to do so. While rafiq settles his problem , the 5 of us started to behave like matreps. Pure ones. Knocking on doors while chikaros are singing , asking for number and stuff. For a minute i forgot that im attached. Haha. Sorry izan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we head to jalan kayu to have our dinner. And then again , my matreps behavior came turning on. Haha. " Kalau phantom dudok jalan besar , kiter asal boleh dudok jalan kayu. Amcm ? " Hahaha. Bayeks. We had dinner and head home. It was super fun uh. But sad at the same time zal the tua cannot make it. Tcare suckers. Oi budak budak , Duit jatoh , sticker " asal boleh " jatoh. Okay ? Selamat ( eh tu namer bapak mertua kesayangan ku. Hee ) Tuka , bye !&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/1865277593965500532-6810549550842398350?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/6810549550842398350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=6810549550842398350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6810549550842398350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6810549550842398350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/11/asal-boleh-esai-bo.html' title='Asal Boleh ( Esai Bo ! )'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TPEe9Tl5MWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ED5wCoZaCV8/s72-c/asdcsc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-378788262877978805</id><published>2010-11-27T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T06:30:53.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's What I Wished For ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TPEVfcCuFNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wx0P95tsLNs/s1600/ascxdas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544236246117520594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TPEVfcCuFNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wx0P95tsLNs/s400/ascxdas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be there for me when im in need. Never fail to put a smile on my face although we tends to have misunderstanding in between. Spreading love everywhere between the both of us makes me feel we are for real. She needs someone to be there for her , to lend her a listening ears to listen to what she has to say. Im willing to be her boyfriend , girlfriend , friend , enemy or anything she wants me to be. I want you to know that i'll always be there when you need me. Count on me and you will know how much you mean in my life. I want you to know i love you the whole of my heart. My name is written all over your heart , same goes to you dear. I want you to be safe everytime when youre with me. People might not agree us being this way but that doesnt matter. The only soul that can see the spark in our love is me and you , sharizan. When people ask me " What is love to you ? " Your beautiful face will be thought of and i answer , " Sharizan. " Dear you , everytime when you feel that no one cares about you in this world , its never true. Cause i care about you every single minute. Youre loved my dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-378788262877978805?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/378788262877978805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=378788262877978805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/378788262877978805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/378788262877978805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/11/shes-what-i-wished-for.html' title='She&apos;s What I Wished For ♥'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TPEVfcCuFNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wx0P95tsLNs/s72-c/ascxdas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-7915080593553935278</id><published>2010-11-04T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:03:30.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU YOU YOU !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TNLnKkeM35I/AAAAAAAAAWw/FuU5x254S7c/s1600/IMG000052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535741060766818194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TNLnKkeM35I/AAAAAAAAAWw/FuU5x254S7c/s400/IMG000052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her i love her i love her i love her i love her i love her i love her i love her i love her i love her. Shes my heart , shes my soul. Once gone consider im dead. Shes my air shes my life. Without her i will die. Dear you , muahs muahs muahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can say i always talk things about my girlfriend , but i dont give a damn because i didnt owe you a bowl of rice. Thank you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-7915080593553935278?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/7915080593553935278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=7915080593553935278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7915080593553935278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7915080593553935278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-you-you.html' title='YOU YOU YOU !'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TNLnKkeM35I/AAAAAAAAAWw/FuU5x254S7c/s72-c/IMG000052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-876060044774499909</id><published>2010-11-02T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:55:14.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TNA0IhN0FvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2CLK0opKx_4/s1600/P151010_165602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534981262998247154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TNA0IhN0FvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2CLK0opKx_4/s400/P151010_165602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afterall , my instincts are true. It did happen. So stupid. But im not going to be too harsh on myself cause im just an ordinary human being leading a simple life. Should be smarter next time in making decision. All the small things that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-876060044774499909?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/876060044774499909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=876060044774499909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/876060044774499909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/876060044774499909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-true.html' title='Its True'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TNA0IhN0FvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2CLK0opKx_4/s72-c/P151010_165602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-349723649126106959</id><published>2010-10-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T05:48:25.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bestest Dream. Up Siket !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TL7kKa4gbAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Yck3Zj4wnxg/s1600/PasirGudangTrackDay24Sept2007056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530108260123700226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TL7kKa4gbAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Yck3Zj4wnxg/s400/PasirGudangTrackDay24Sept2007056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i wanted to do for a hobby is bike. Own a KR but has yet to go to pasir gudang track for a test machine try. Im planning with friends to go there one day as Singapore roads are not that happening compare to pasir gudang track. Durh ! Its for travelling , not racing. Haha. I dont go for straight roads but cornering. SUPERB + MARVELLOUS ! Need to try one day before i let go of sally. Things required : Thick jacket , full face helmet , elbow guard , knee guard and a suitable shoe for racing. Ahh ! My dream. Oh god , please make it happen. Zal , Sakai , Rain , Pek , Ein and Apiz , we should go one day. We are not going from Singapore but from my house ! Coolshits ! Mom , friends and girlfriend can try to stop me. Just 2 words for you guys , DREAM ON !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-349723649126106959?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/349723649126106959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=349723649126106959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/349723649126106959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/349723649126106959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-bestest-dream-up-siket.html' title='My Bestest Dream. Up Siket !'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TL7kKa4gbAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Yck3Zj4wnxg/s72-c/PasirGudangTrackDay24Sept2007056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4396307767001533593</id><published>2010-10-16T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T12:26:13.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atok &amp; Nenek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dreamt of my atok and nenek yesterday. Maybe its because ive not been to atoks cemetry for months ? And nenek , maybe i didnt see you for almost a month ? Atok , apit akan sentiasa ingat janji janji apit kepada atok , belajar rajin rajin dengan pandai bertabung. Atok , apit sekarang tengah amek course mcm cik ati tau , nurse. Apit takkan kecewe kan atok okay ? Sayang atok. Nenek , apit nak sangat jenguk nenek , tapi keadaan tak mengizinkan. Apit harap nek tak salah anggap pasal apit okay ? Apit asek teringat ingat kan nenek je pat rumah. Apit harap nek sihat wal'afiat. Atok , nenek , apit akan sentiasa doakan untuk atok dengan nenek. Amin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4396307767001533593?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4396307767001533593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4396307767001533593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4396307767001533593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4396307767001533593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/10/atok-nenek.html' title='Atok &amp; Nenek'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-8740344461935976540</id><published>2010-10-15T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:12:10.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the time i step into my house today and till now , i kept browsing her pictures. Shes pretty , i like. Everytime when i look into her eyes , i can see how lucky i am to have her. Dear you , im missing you already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much love , your favourite boy , Shafeeq (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLiY21R0NDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pfSKy3tw-SA/s1600/59416_1599028658554_1321164365_31629350_5246769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528336610379445298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLiY21R0NDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pfSKy3tw-SA/s400/59416_1599028658554_1321164365_31629350_5246769_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-8740344461935976540?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/8740344461935976540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=8740344461935976540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8740344461935976540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8740344461935976540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-resist.html' title='Cant Resist'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLiY21R0NDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pfSKy3tw-SA/s72-c/59416_1599028658554_1321164365_31629350_5246769_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-156284581636391465</id><published>2010-10-15T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:35:28.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Think About Love , Its You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLhweCVtLyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q_esiXyYdkw/s1600/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528292203923582754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLhweCVtLyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q_esiXyYdkw/s400/DSC00906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 15th October , friday, me and izan celebrated our 15th monthsary. I went home with this 3 presents. I love it dear :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLhvsQLVm4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Qo8qP5_cDPI/s1600/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528291348644731778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLhvsQLVm4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Qo8qP5_cDPI/s400/DSC00909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Firstly , my dear zan present me a Lee Cooper shoe for my belated birthday. I was shocked when she bought me this cause i didnt expect anything from her. I love it my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLhvhSY-yOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fLQ6BiKr44I/s1600/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528291160260266210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLhvhSY-yOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fLQ6BiKr44I/s400/DSC00907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Secondly , she gave me this. A black box. Its a frame. A picture of me and her. Shes so sweet and loving. Take a look at the frame. She did the border all by herself. How can i never love you dear. You know how much i love our pictures in frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLhvP7NrrsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iy6ObCLHINg/s1600/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528290861981085378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLhvP7NrrsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iy6ObCLHINg/s400/DSC00908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly , this deco bottle. I remember where she bought this bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharizan , i might not treat you well in our 15th months sharing our love together and im sorry but im sure only at one thing , promise to love you. Thats my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th monthsary my darling. May god bless our relationship , insyaallah amin.&lt;br /&gt;Muahs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-156284581636391465?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/156284581636391465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=156284581636391465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/156284581636391465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/156284581636391465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-think-about-love-its-you.html' title='When I Think About Love , Its You'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLhweCVtLyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q_esiXyYdkw/s72-c/DSC00906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4629151264137767990</id><published>2010-10-11T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:14:14.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLNEIq5LLBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8KXJgd05y9Q/s1600/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526836083457469458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLNEIq5LLBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8KXJgd05y9Q/s400/DSC00902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shes been there for me 24 hours. Anytime i need her , shes there for me. Shes Sally. Shes been great throughout my 1 year 7 months with her. Shes love. But recently , i decided to sell her and get another bike instead to replace her as she gives me problem but when i think back , its not worth it. I will keep you my dear. Never will i leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently decided to spray her all white but it takes time. Im still not sure what color looks good on her. Whatever it is , shes my darling Sally. Muahs !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4629151264137767990?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4629151264137767990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4629151264137767990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4629151264137767990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4629151264137767990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TLNEIq5LLBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8KXJgd05y9Q/s72-c/DSC00902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1605976055148887463</id><published>2010-10-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T09:51:40.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Feeling  ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKyoyyPYG9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/CBFwCOI8VMA/s1600/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524976433309948882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKyoyyPYG9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/CBFwCOI8VMA/s400/DSC00677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never feel bored when im with her , do anything to see her smile , makesure she enjoys her time when shes with me , try to be the best whenever i meet her , try to please her in anyway , love her for the way she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes , its true this little girl of mine do have mood swings. Her mood swings will never be liked by anyone cause she doesnt care about anything except for herself. Everybody has their own negative attitudes. But because of love , all this was being shadowed by my love towards her. When she has mood swings or when shes tired especially after attachment , i will drop her under her block and say a few things and go off cause i know , somehow , she will realise that shes having mood swings. Haha. Shes having attachment this week and im not. So decided to send and fetch her to work. I swear im tired , but this tired feeling of mine will fade everytime when i see her. So its worth working for it. This post , i have no idea why i did this. What i know , i do appreciate her presence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izan , i might not be the sweetest guy you ever met but youre the sweetest girl that i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre the best darling (:&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/1865277593965500532-1605976055148887463?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1605976055148887463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1605976055148887463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1605976055148887463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1605976055148887463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-feeling.html' title='This Feeling  ♥'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKyoyyPYG9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/CBFwCOI8VMA/s72-c/DSC00677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-346094967128350020</id><published>2010-10-03T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:10:33.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minal 'Aidil Wafaizin :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKi42gIAm3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/dXKlTf-xaBQ/s1600/62177_439085852972_538412972_4957584_6254713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523868189445888882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKi42gIAm3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/dXKlTf-xaBQ/s400/62177_439085852972_538412972_4957584_6254713_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKi4oG0OLTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-YNwjx4OfrM/s1600/59863_439085797972_538412972_4957583_2723249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523867942133837106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKi4oG0OLTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-YNwjx4OfrM/s400/59863_439085797972_538412972_4957583_2723249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKi4cj9rPlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FgeRjA7WgAU/s1600/59966_439089337972_538412972_4957735_6061688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523867743799688786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKi4cj9rPlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FgeRjA7WgAU/s400/59966_439089337972_538412972_4957735_6061688_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25th November , SLSS batch 2007 had their raya outing. For the first time in personal transport. Love it much. Thank you guys and girls for making it happen :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-346094967128350020?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/346094967128350020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=346094967128350020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/346094967128350020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/346094967128350020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/10/minal-aidil-wafaizin.html' title='Minal &apos;Aidil Wafaizin :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TKi42gIAm3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/dXKlTf-xaBQ/s72-c/62177_439085852972_538412972_4957584_6254713_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4153483831090889504</id><published>2010-09-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:18:52.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TJeJNkkk-_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/jNUBzqf5sqE/s1600/62756_1623639312170_1272116214_1786229_1370385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519030734614232050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TJeJNkkk-_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/jNUBzqf5sqE/s400/62756_1623639312170_1272116214_1786229_1370385_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so tired nowadays. With attachment back to back , shifting things around the house from here to there. But its worth it , my house looks super nice la now. Haha. Apart from that , i think i miss my friends. Life is different without them. Use to hang around with them with stupid jokes. Ahh , how i wish attachment can be skip by saying " pass ! ". For you dear , although we meet once a week , i dont feel that we are falling apart. I suker i suker. Hahaha. I cant wait for saturday too. You know , i know. Kiss kiss , love love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4153483831090889504?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4153483831090889504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4153483831090889504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4153483831090889504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4153483831090889504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/09/shagged.html' title='Shagged'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TJeJNkkk-_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/jNUBzqf5sqE/s72-c/62756_1623639312170_1272116214_1786229_1370385_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-6731381161311730820</id><published>2010-09-04T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:17:36.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She made my day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TIJFB0vEtjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aomSl4lSjvM/s1600/SAM_5897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513044791493178930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TIJFB0vEtjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aomSl4lSjvM/s400/SAM_5897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having to celebrate your birthday with your girlfriend is wonderful :D My dear Sharizan planned it all , and she even ask permission from my mum just to have me for a day. how sweet can she be ? We meet at 1.45pm and met hafiz after that to borrow his camera. Sharizan plan to catch a movie at 2.10pm but we cant make it. In the end , we watch vampire sucks. Okay , not bad. 3/5 i would rate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that , we head to Singapore flyers. Oh darn , i love the view and its my first time. Thank you dear , i love it. Then we head to marina square for our break fast. We had burger king. Then we search for sharizan's clutch for hari raya. She manage to get one , and its nice. Looks good on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long time , finally ive been adding pictures in my album. I love our pictures dear. When wanna sent me the pics in your camera ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly , you ended the day wonderfully. I love that part. Thanks dear for celebrating my birthday. How i wish we were married so that i wont be missing you so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Sharizan , i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to me. Actually , it doesnt mean anything to me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the wishes my friends :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1865277593965500532-6731381161311730820?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/6731381161311730820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=6731381161311730820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6731381161311730820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6731381161311730820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-made-my-day.html' title='She made my day :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TIJFB0vEtjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aomSl4lSjvM/s72-c/SAM_5897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-5678607174691095019</id><published>2010-08-26T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:18:36.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A getaway :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday , another getaway for me and izan. Decided to get a pair of baju kurung for ourself , the one that ive been wanting since secondary one , same as my love one :D Before we head to geylang , we went to tampines to buy izan's acessories. Earings and make ups. Then we head to geylang. Unfortunately , my brain went dead. I ended up going orchard and i dont know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reach geylang , unexpected thing happen. Me with my anger and izan with her mood swings. Huhu. Damn nice. In the end , we were fine and happier as we are more mature now :D We stroll along the bazaar to find a perfect baju raya for us. Went to tanjong katong and joo chiat , still , nothing interest izan. Well girls , they are fussy :D Decided to tagged with kak adah and jaz. That jaz is so familiar. I kept wondering , where did i ever met him ? Actually , he was my madrasa classmate. Haha ! We continue our mission searching for the right baju kurong. Theres this baju jurung , damn nice which attract izan's attention. But it cost $150. So sorry dear i cant get you one. To break our fast , we bought ice lemon tea , deng deng and the crusty peanut pancake. Thats all. Thought of heading to jalan kayu after that. Finally , we find the right pair. We chose green ! Woohoo ! Kak adah and jaz chose purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After getting what we wanted , we decided to head to jalan kayu. Unfortunately , jaz bike had some problems. So went to the nearest bike shop at settle his bike. While adah and jaz were at the workshop , me and izan head to singapore post building to buy our late dinner , mac. Jazry bike went well. Finishing repairing around 12 am. reach under the girls block around 12.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Totally had fun although its not what we expected. As what adah says , look on the bright side , first time i get to see izan during midnight. Hey hey ! Im going green this year ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1865277593965500532-5678607174691095019?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/5678607174691095019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=5678607174691095019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5678607174691095019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5678607174691095019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/08/getaway-d.html' title='A getaway :D'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-158038399265448574</id><published>2010-08-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:34:49.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately , ive been thinking about my future badly. Ive been arranging them nicely and i hope it happens. Currently , im 19 years old , doing DIP in nursing which i actually like about it :D I aim to complete my course by the age of 21 years old. Then i have to serve NS for 2 years which i will finish it at the age of 23 years old. After the NS thingy , i will serve my bond at National Heart Centre for 2years 6months. At that very period , i have to learn how to save money cause i need 30k - 40k to just get married , with Sharizan , insyaallah , amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After marridge , ive plan for a couple of honeymoon and a mini one. The mini one will be to genting highlands ! Haha. The real honeymoon will be decided by Nur Sharizan , insyaallah. At the age of 26 , i plan to get married. We plan to get a small house first to collect sufficient money to upgrade. I will buy a car if i can afford and a bike for myself :D Then 2 years later , i will be ready to be a dad. But , childrens are limited. SIX only okay Sharizan ? Haha. 3 boys , 3 girls :D Waa , wouldnt that be so cool :D Sharizan wants their name to be those modern type like intan la , dayang la and etc. Shes cute :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im ready to be a nurse till i already cant take it anymore. Huhu. Then after settling down with kids , i will start taking my degree to upgrade myself and make my family life easy. One thing , i will surely NOT shower them with money but love :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dream , is to be a ward brother :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Support me Nur Sharizan ! Who knows we might be working in the same ward , you as the ward sister :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-158038399265448574?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/158038399265448574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=158038399265448574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/158038399265448574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/158038399265448574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/08/future.html' title='The future'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-7337455477667949393</id><published>2010-08-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:19:53.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 kids okay ? :)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Izan'/><title type='text'>Loves ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TF7m5rTqW0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Y4QdB1nROYM/s1600/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503089673245449026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TF7m5rTqW0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Y4QdB1nROYM/s400/DSC00822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shes Sally. She was pass to me on 18th March 2009. She's nice at that point of time. So girlish. Now , shes one of a kind. Somebody change the way i see her. Today , after lepakings with my members , i took the normal route. Stop at the traffic light , theres another rider who rides KR too. He smiled at me. Its flashes green and poof ! there i go. That guy was right behind me. Here comes my favourite part , ave 2 corner ! Perh ! Haha. After that i speed all the way like valentino rossi aka valentino shafeeq. When i reach custom , this boy says " bro , motor lu power uh. Lagipon wa selalu jugak nampak moto lu. Moto da biken eh ? " Me reply " tak uh bro , standard. " He replied " moto lu kuat uh. kk , tcare ! " From custom all the way to my house i smile through out. Ouh baby , youre my love :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;210km/h. Thats an achievement dude !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If people were to compliment Sally or look at her , im okay with it. But not to Izan okay ! You will die ! Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-7337455477667949393?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/7337455477667949393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=7337455477667949393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7337455477667949393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7337455477667949393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/08/loves.html' title='Loves ..'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TF7m5rTqW0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Y4QdB1nROYM/s72-c/DSC00822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-689927541059156458</id><published>2010-08-04T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T07:57:33.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TFl-0-lWdbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wKzbRkSQqVc/s1600/27049_1386027293653_1321164365_31084689_5029249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501567868427728306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TFl-0-lWdbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wKzbRkSQqVc/s400/27049_1386027293653_1321164365_31084689_5029249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharizan , shes my little angel :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-689927541059156458?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/689927541059156458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=689927541059156458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/689927541059156458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/689927541059156458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-little-angel.html' title='My Little Angel'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TFl-0-lWdbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wKzbRkSQqVc/s72-c/27049_1386027293653_1321164365_31084689_5029249_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-6829822331604620293</id><published>2010-07-29T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:19:06.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was engrave a long time ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TFJSCPO2TxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JsDwN1TX4ZQ/s1600/SAM_3479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499548293374824210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TFJSCPO2TxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JsDwN1TX4ZQ/s400/SAM_3479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive been wondering what should i do. Ive been thinking why it has to be this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life wasnt made for someone to be happy all the time. Life , theres ups and downs. Life , we have to appreciate what happens around us. Things might not be the way we wanted. Expectations not met , thats very hurtful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now , ive decided. Love saddens me at times .. but i still wanna be in love. Love hurts me much , but i still wanna love someone ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now , i will just go with the flow. I didnt ask for all this , i was born with it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God , if you know the words that WAS engrave onto my heart , please read it to her. I wish she knew it a long time ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took me sometime to engrave it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe its karma. Hurting someone before will eventually came back to me. To you , i didnt want to post this , but i have too. Im really sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im attached to Nur Sharizan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-6829822331604620293?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/6829822331604620293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=6829822331604620293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6829822331604620293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6829822331604620293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-was-engrave-long-time-ago.html' title='It was engrave a long time ago.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TFJSCPO2TxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JsDwN1TX4ZQ/s72-c/SAM_3479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-8323825629919992672</id><published>2010-07-24T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T07:16:49.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A twist in the end :)</title><content type='html'>I still remember on 28th of june , on monday. My 3rd attachment. At that point of time , everything was not right. I have this " why torture me ? " feeling. I hate it man ! But day past , things change. Ive started to love my attachment. Everyday i look foward to step into the ward. You feel welcome :D My first week , i slowly picked up things , do some catching up and practice those skills that ive left behind. Things went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second week was better. New friends ! ITE students. I admire the way they work. I met Amin , Amira , Anisah , Nurul and many more. They are friendly dude ! Haha. My third week , when i came inside the tea room , " eh feeq , kau ward nie ? " I was like who was that. Its my primary schoolmate laa , haziq. Then i met iqbal. A guy i know in school , but we never talk. Haha. He's a freaking ass man ! Haha. So kecoh la. Ever since my 3rd week , the ward became more lifely. Me and iqbal from one cubicle to another disturbing patients , joke ard with them. Of course we gave them the best care we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patients are my source of encouragement. Most of them inspire me. My last day was super awesome. My last 5 mins in the ward , i have a word with my patient. He ended his conversation by saying " Shafeeq , when you become a staff nurse after you graduate , you will be a very good nurse. " I touch my chest , and i told him , thank you so much. Not to mentioned i almost cry la. Haha. To all staff in that ward , you guys and girls are the best ! Love you guys and girls ! Do keep in touch through facebook hor ! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-8323825629919992672?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/8323825629919992672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=8323825629919992672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8323825629919992672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8323825629919992672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/07/twist-in-end.html' title='A twist in the end :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-5965272383441601796</id><published>2010-07-17T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:35:15.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy mummy , soon okay ?</title><content type='html'>Love. Needs two party to give blessing. Needs two hands to clap together. Needs to human to love each other. Mama &amp;amp; papa , thank you. Out of all girls that ive date , my mum and dad seems to love Sharizan to most. Especially my mum. Almost everyday she will talk about izan. Im touched at times though. Dad , he might not show , verbally. But the way he reacts , i know. He is my dad , i know him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Aishah and Dad Selamat :)) . i know , as a parent of 4 daughters , you parents had hard time raising them. I salute both of you. You did educate your child very well. How i know ? Cause your 3rd daughter is my girlfriend. Hee. Mummy Aishah , you have every right in this world to know who ijan boyfriend is. Im really sorry for almost a year we have been keeping secret. Sorry mummy Aishah :( When me &amp;amp; ijan are ready , i will be knocking on your door , with a smile saying it softly in my heart , i want to be your son in law :D&lt;br /&gt;Soon okay , when the time is right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful news , i hate my girlfriend ! Cause she make me miss her. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;I love you ,lovesss :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-5965272383441601796?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/5965272383441601796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=5965272383441601796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5965272383441601796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5965272383441601796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/07/mummy-mummy-soon-okay.html' title='Mummy mummy , soon okay ?'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4240250453798490019</id><published>2010-06-22T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T05:42:55.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TCCug_6Z75I/AAAAAAAAAUY/_QLggez5X4k/s1600/mmmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485576228072714130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TCCug_6Z75I/AAAAAAAAAUY/_QLggez5X4k/s400/mmmmmm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life would suck without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4240250453798490019?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4240250453798490019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4240250453798490019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4240250453798490019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4240250453798490019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TCCug_6Z75I/AAAAAAAAAUY/_QLggez5X4k/s72-c/mmmmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-6595096279368769448</id><published>2010-06-20T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T05:57:02.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TB4NJ11lT-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Q0ctQUgRNNY/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484835858905649122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TB4NJ11lT-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Q0ctQUgRNNY/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ouhkay , so friday was suppose to be my lonely day but Sharizan wanna tag along. Hee , i like though. So we meet up after friday prayers. We went to a few places on friday. First , we went to sengkang riverside park :) We bought bread just to feed the turtles and fishes. Unfortunately , theres a dog. We kept changing our places cause izan was scard. So am i. Ended up we find a spot and fed those fishes and turtles. Seeing your love ones feeding animals while you are observing them , it tells how lucky you are to have them. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TB4NBJyFdYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/l346xfEeUiY/s1600/lll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484835709640865154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TB4NBJyFdYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/l346xfEeUiY/s400/lll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After sengkang , we went to changi airport terminal 2. yea , nobody went overseas. Just taking a walk together , having the feeling that we are going for honeymoon. Izan wants it to be at PARIS ! Shafeeq , work hard. You need lots and lots of money ! Haha. Then we head to changi beach. Seat , talk , laugh and yar , love. After a long day , we went to simpang bedok to have our break fast , i mean for izan. Haha. Shes fasting , for the first time when we are going out. Izan ordered food. Eh , i mean food(S) ! haha. Prawn noodle , roti john , fizzy lemon ribena and hot tea ! She can be small guys , but shes has a tummy like , like .. hers la. haha. So after our dinner , went to mac to buy siti cheese burger and sent izan home. Sending her home was the most difficult moment to face , everytime. Having to let her go , seeing her walk away from me after a wonderful day. Just makes me so shit uh. I miss her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484835482430128850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TB4Mz7W0wtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/TPH9cvTYlAg/s400/kjjj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484835171536713138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TB4Mh1MDtbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/BWC1S_a593A/s400/food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TB4MJpx7-gI/AAAAAAAAATw/HXBlZwvGjBw/s1600/pokok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484834756157504002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TB4MJpx7-gI/AAAAAAAAATw/HXBlZwvGjBw/s400/pokok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-6595096279368769448?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/6595096279368769448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=6595096279368769448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6595096279368769448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6595096279368769448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/06/with-love.html' title='with love.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TB4NJ11lT-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Q0ctQUgRNNY/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-6860478142332236386</id><published>2010-06-19T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T05:54:20.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had love too but i spread it wrongly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBy9kcdQNsI/AAAAAAAAATo/qplGm5fiuVA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484466880042251970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBy9kcdQNsI/AAAAAAAAATo/qplGm5fiuVA/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have loved someone so much , you would do anything for them right ? Watch out for your steps. You may step into something they dont like. trust me , at that very moment , almost everything in this world is right. after that , life can be miserable. our intentions are good , its just that it leads to somewhere you dont want it to go. love can be compromise , no matter how hard is it , it still can. doesnt mean you compromise in love , you dont love that person for who they are. be true to yourself , change for the sake of your relationship. its worth doing it when one day , you will be the one putting that ring to your princess finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-6860478142332236386?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/6860478142332236386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=6860478142332236386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6860478142332236386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6860478142332236386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-love-too-but-i-spread-it-wrongly.html' title='I had love too but i spread it wrongly.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBy9kcdQNsI/AAAAAAAAATo/qplGm5fiuVA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4891618428200284463</id><published>2010-06-15T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:51:27.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud nine. You know i know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBe6JNFw51I/AAAAAAAAATg/g5oL5sAUQYA/s1600/qqqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483055738642294610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBe6JNFw51I/AAAAAAAAATg/g5oL5sAUQYA/s400/qqqq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First but not least , to my baby girl , thanks for the date earlier today ! It was awesome duper super ! Hee. Okay so let me share what happen today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i met hafiz kecik at RP just to borrow his camera. Thanks dude. Fetch Sharizan after that. We went straight to jb to have our branch. Reached Tesco , from the look at Izan's face , i know she dont wanna eat there. Haha , so we went Jusco instead. We round the whole restaurant area and decided to eat KFC. Yeaa , lame but theres more variety okay compare to singapore. After we had our branch , we headed to Jusco Tebrau to catch a movie. Ive been wanting to watch this movie called " Budak Setan ". &amp;amp; we went to watch it.  Hey guys , 5 stars la dey ! Go bring your love ones and watch it. It was so touching la. At the end of the show , izan cried ! Nguek nguek ! Haha. So gembeng. But shes cute at that moment okay ! Headed to Tesco tebrau just to get Izan's A&amp;amp;W waffles. Un fortunately , theres no A&amp;amp;W. So sorry my dear. Just bought a normal waffle , kaya ball and bubble tea. Not to forget , we bought bears ! haha. She had hers and i had mine. Blue &amp;amp; pink , i love Sharizan. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBe53BgcfxI/AAAAAAAAATY/8LStK3TjWj8/s1600/poiuuyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483055426295332626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBe53BgcfxI/AAAAAAAAATY/8LStK3TjWj8/s400/poiuuyyy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all the JB tour , we went back to Singapore to have our spending time session , as usual , champions way. Took alot of pictures. Then we had this so called dedication talk uh. Haha , regarding our 11 monthsary. It happen so nice and soothing. Ahh , im in love with Sharizan and i dont think any girls can get onto my way. Shes mine ! Muahahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBe5sUTaqVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jUqawRoOr9U/s1600/wert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483055242362399058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBe5sUTaqVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jUqawRoOr9U/s400/wert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This gorgeous lady is MY SHARIZAN ! Cant you see ? Shes so , ahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept telling myself how lucky i am to have this beautiful soul in my life. Sharizan , i wanna see us celebrating our monthsary or anniversary till the day i die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youre at cloud nine currently , im already there since the day ive met you. Read my lips :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" DONT LEAVE ME. I NEED YOU "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you , my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4891618428200284463?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4891618428200284463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4891618428200284463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4891618428200284463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4891618428200284463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/06/cloud-nine-you-know-i-know.html' title='Cloud nine. You know i know.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBe6JNFw51I/AAAAAAAAATg/g5oL5sAUQYA/s72-c/qqqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-944810432655161393</id><published>2010-06-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:13:18.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss For You , A Kiss For Me. Happy 11 Monthsary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBZekb5YiaI/AAAAAAAAATA/iFImzZwbx_M/s1600/qqqqqqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482673576426899874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBZekb5YiaI/AAAAAAAAATA/iFImzZwbx_M/s400/qqqqqqq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love is not about touch , but feelings. Love its not about duration , but the time spent together. Love is not about those words , but actions. Love is not about the talkings , but those stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love stories with Nur Sharizan has been the best in my 18 years plus of my life. Yes , it only took 11 months but i can assure you , if i were to tell you guys about our stories , you guys will be speechless. The changes we had made to each other improves our relationship and ourselves. For us , love is not all about external , but internal too. How much we love each other cant be express with words. Our love was silent at first. Kept deep inside our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Sharizan is not just any girl ive met. Shes like an angel that shines my life , adding colours in it. Love without hurdles is not called love. We face different kind of hurdles but we cope it well. The proof is , till today , alhamdulillah , we are still together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes before our 11 monthsary , it wasnt what we expected. A night call from her does changes everything around. As an appreciation to show her that i appreciate her in my life , i sang her a song i composed it myself specially for her , 15th July , the day we met.&lt;br /&gt;To Nur Sharizan , I Love You Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love ,&lt;br /&gt;Muhd Shafeeq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-944810432655161393?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/944810432655161393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=944810432655161393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/944810432655161393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/944810432655161393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/06/kiss-for-you-kiss-for-me-happy-11.html' title='A Kiss For You , A Kiss For Me. Happy 11 Monthsary.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBZekb5YiaI/AAAAAAAAATA/iFImzZwbx_M/s72-c/qqqqqqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2352707270268679856</id><published>2010-06-12T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:58:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey See , Monkey Do :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNQQS0SEGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/omZPrEe8i5M/s1600/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481813412299280482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNQQS0SEGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/omZPrEe8i5M/s400/q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally , Friday has ended ! For the past few days , ive been busy like a mad dog. Ahas. On friday , ifan gave me a call after school , asking whether want to LEPS or not. Of course im on with it man ! Its time for me to enjoy , woohoo ! I dont know why im so generous , i treat him lunch, Lucky it was only $5. Haha. We tapau our meal and went to eat at upper thompson road. As usual , we talk about our problems , bikes and GIRLS :) Hee. After we ate , something catches our attention. It was a lizard. Like big uh ! It was near the water so we went there. Suddenly ,we heard like someone was snatching our plastic bag meal. When we turn our head , this stupid monkey stole our plastic bag ! Lucky we have finished our meal. Its true what ifan says. No plastic bag when youre at upper thompson. Haha. Too bad the monkey get to eat only chilli sause , mayo and curry sause ! Haha. Stupid fool ! A few mins later , a bunch of berok came ! I was so amazed uh. How the hell they contact sia ? the monkey that stole our plastic bag didnt even make any sound ! I think uh , they communicate thru sms uh. Not bad , not bad. Then ifan say " siak ah lu , jakon per ? " Of course uh ! The only monkey i see every day are rafiq &amp;amp; irfan. Now i get to see real ones ! Live ! They fight over the sauce. I wonder will they feel the spicyness of the chilli sauce ? cause i didnt see then drinking any water. Hmm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481813034240656226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNP6ScFQ2I/AAAAAAAAASw/3aTplSScZQg/s400/jjjj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNPuo6MWgI/AAAAAAAAASo/ciZLsxCwTC0/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481812834114099714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNPuo6MWgI/AAAAAAAAASo/ciZLsxCwTC0/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNONcPCJfI/AAAAAAAAASg/8PCt_jpSy1Q/s1600/ppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481811164264539634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNONcPCJfI/AAAAAAAAASg/8PCt_jpSy1Q/s400/ppp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture above tells you how monkey do their things ( sex life ) HAHAHA ! I was excited during this part. Me &amp;amp; Irfan kept laughing ! Let me tell you what the male did. Basicly nothing. No intro , know nothing , he straight away jump onto the female and gave her afew injections ! And its freaking faast okay ! I wonder how monkeys does it. Hmm. Monkey are friends with dogs. From the picture you could see , they are performing a skill found by their friends. Doggy style ! Come on dude ! Get your own style man ! Book a room dude ! Hee. And i think the female is struggling uh. The male didnt use his legs to support himself instead stands on the female ! Monkey monkey , no wonder youre an animal. Not to worry , some humans are animal too. I mean their behaviours. Whatever it is , monkeys amazed me yesterday man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNNnjrblBI/AAAAAAAAASY/CusmrrY-xN4/s1600/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481810513427665938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNNnjrblBI/AAAAAAAAASY/CusmrrY-xN4/s400/DSC00790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture above shows one monkey being attacked by another group. I thought of helping , but my thoughts was not brave enough. Hahaha ! Settle it yourself , berok ! Kepale berok betol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2352707270268679856?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2352707270268679856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2352707270268679856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2352707270268679856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2352707270268679856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/06/monkey-see-monkey-do-d.html' title='Monkey See , Monkey Do :D'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TBNQQS0SEGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/omZPrEe8i5M/s72-c/q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-9160157137948054121</id><published>2010-06-06T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:33:42.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TAu2OlQgsYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3M8Z-BMsEIw/s1600/Image162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479673733262127490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TAu2OlQgsYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3M8Z-BMsEIw/s400/Image162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having to accept the fact that im not going to have a " spending time " session with izan for the whole of next week makes me miss her more then ever. How can i let this feeling out ? Its like i miss her &amp;amp; i wanna meet her right now but i cant. To my beautiful Sharizan , hope to see you on monday , cause when i see you , talk to you or even smile to you , my heart beats fast , this shows that im in love with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steps to meeting you. I can see it coming :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-9160157137948054121?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/9160157137948054121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=9160157137948054121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/9160157137948054121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/9160157137948054121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing You.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TAu2OlQgsYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3M8Z-BMsEIw/s72-c/Image162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-5048822736386183694</id><published>2010-05-31T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:16:54.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TAPQYnwMCMI/AAAAAAAAARw/P7ZIVUi4s8s/s1600/DSC00477+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477450693219190978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TAPQYnwMCMI/AAAAAAAAARw/P7ZIVUi4s8s/s400/DSC00477+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ive been keeping things to myself lately not letting out what ive kept deep inside my heart. Im just not sure of my feelings at times where suddently , ive feel that im being to hard on myself. Im having this question stuck in my mind , " Am i being fair to myself ? " At times i wanna please people around me so much that i overshadowed myself. From there , things have not been the way ive been wanting it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop pleasing people cause that is how i use to do to people. But i need my own pleasing to please myself. I cant be 24 hours pleasing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life , i always ask , why cant people around me understand my wants &amp;amp; needs ? Am i asking to much ? I need my life back , really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-5048822736386183694?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/5048822736386183694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=5048822736386183694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5048822736386183694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5048822736386183694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-me.html' title='In Me.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/TAPQYnwMCMI/AAAAAAAAARw/P7ZIVUi4s8s/s72-c/DSC00477+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1152513398918817746</id><published>2010-05-27T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:36:35.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Shines My life :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S_6q9aeB9lI/AAAAAAAAARo/vhbwzjlltuQ/s1600/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476002168983123538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S_6q9aeB9lI/AAAAAAAAARo/vhbwzjlltuQ/s400/DSC00772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me assured you people out there something , especially girls. If you find a boyfriend who rides , you will most likely have the tendency to ride too. Trust me. I got proof , right izan ? Haha. To start of with , just wanna say i passed my clinical assessment ! Woohoo ! So izan waited for me till 4pm which was touching enough uh. Then we went to find places to hang around. Ended up at champions way , again. The place is fun though. Yesterday , we went there too. Yesterday , 26/5 , was izan's first ride on Sally ! Haha. She look so cool uh when shes on Sally. Haha. So i gave her some trials. She need more practice though but i can tell you , shes a fast learner. So today , wanted to give her a try. Without me supporting her from the back. Guess what ? She manage to move Sally okay ! Haha. Gear 1 summore. But one of her trial , she accidently let the clutch go and the bike jerk to the front. I was there , and my ***** hurts. Hee. For izan , i dont mind getting hurt , seriously. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude my dearest Izan , i love you more as day passes. Remember me cause one day , when you ask yourself who loves you the most , is this guy who is writing this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant imagine my life without you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You shine my life Sharizan .. You really do ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1152513398918817746?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1152513398918817746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1152513398918817746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1152513398918817746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1152513398918817746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-shines-my-life.html' title='She Shines My life :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S_6q9aeB9lI/AAAAAAAAARo/vhbwzjlltuQ/s72-c/DSC00772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-5134028215849167996</id><published>2010-05-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:00:28.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma , happy mothers day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-a_UpceFkI/AAAAAAAAARg/p9BChLnZF9U/s1600/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469269158931600962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-a_UpceFkI/AAAAAAAAARg/p9BChLnZF9U/s400/DSC00719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-a8pvFmqZI/AAAAAAAAARY/DkcIqnu9L3A/s1600/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469266222688676242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-a8pvFmqZI/AAAAAAAAARY/DkcIqnu9L3A/s400/DSC00717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-a4rtiR24I/AAAAAAAAARQ/wDdW8aMk_hc/s1600/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469261858585303938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-a4rtiR24I/AAAAAAAAARQ/wDdW8aMk_hc/s400/DSC00720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469261419776136482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-a4SK2BVSI/AAAAAAAAARI/yKR9I6NNtVM/s400/sssss.jpg" /&gt;Firstly , happy mothers day ma ! So as a good son you could say , i treat mum for branch. First time ever in my precious life. So decided to drive to Tesco but ive forgotten something , license is with Izan. Haha ! But its okay awak , just hold it. So i ride to Tesco with mummy. I promote her a dish that izan ate during our last jb trip. But she choose chicken instead of fish. After our meal , we can barely walk ! So full ! Haha. After that headed to one shop and bought 2 shades. Need spare cause im one careless being ! I dont know why im so generous . i treat mum for household groceries too. Power la Shafeeq ! Ahaha , see see , i can be a good husband okay ! huhu. So basicly , shes happy with what i gave her. Mum , no one can replace you in my life , really. If you leave the world one day and daddy were to marry again , that new mum of me is going to be torture by the three of us ! The three musketeers ! huahuahua ! If shes rude to me , im gonna slap her with my leg ! Take that ! So whos the lucky mother wanna be ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy , Nurmukhlisah Binte Rusidan , Muhammad Shafeeq loves you so much like this -&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant see anything right ? Cause im speechless :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-5134028215849167996?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/5134028215849167996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=5134028215849167996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5134028215849167996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5134028215849167996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/05/ma-happy-mothers-day.html' title='Ma , happy mothers day !'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-a_UpceFkI/AAAAAAAAARg/p9BChLnZF9U/s72-c/DSC00719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1628982957440287491</id><published>2010-05-08T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:53:45.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me feel special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-WH0EOJdCI/AAAAAAAAARA/3rG4Vnj0s5M/s1600/qqqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468926651067364386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-WH0EOJdCI/AAAAAAAAARA/3rG4Vnj0s5M/s400/qqqq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was kinda confusing week for me at first. This minute we are okay and the next minute , we arent. You change your mood in a sudden. I was sad but still , im trying to be strong just for the sake of our relationship &amp;amp; for you. Make every seconds count when im with you. Never waste a single minute when i get near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hang around with you after school when we ended early but im scard that you wouldnt like. Dear , now then i realised that all this while , the small steps that you took when you want to leave me and head home is to tell me that you want to spent more time with me. Me too dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you everytime i meet you and everytime i sent you right under your block but im scard that you wouldnt like it. You told me that you are a human being too. I understood from that sentence and i want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a date with you although it is a last minute thing but during that time you are having mood swings. Its okay if you want to have last minute planning but i want you to be yourself , someone who never fails to put a smile on my face. It maybe a last minute thing , i will still have a date with you cause i want to be with you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to seat with you in lectures but im scard that you wouldnt like it. Now , ive come to my sense that you want us to be together in lectures at times cause certain days , we are not able to have goodbyes under your block. I do want to seat with you , always , without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fetch or sent you home if i have the opportunities but you told me that you want to be independent. Not to worry my dear , i wont have any negative thoughts on you. You are not with me because of my bike nor my money , but because of me. I get it. The reason why i want to go to and fro to school with you cause thats the only time  that you get to hug me and at that very moment , i feel the warmness of your hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear Sharizan , you told me both of us have this problem of keeping our wants to ourself and we ended up having to face the loss. For you izan , voice out whatever you want. Can be going to somewhere , eat , hang around or anything , its fine with me. I just want to spend precious time with you , thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you , remember what i told you yesterday , apart from my family , my life hirachy , you stands on top. You , i dont have anybody else that i love except you. You might think im exaggerating , frankly speaking , im not. Im telling you the truth. Yes , i could be cheeky at times but you are the one that catches my attention anywhere &amp;amp; anytime. Dear , im here for you. Its true i cant live without you. i love you pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love ,&lt;br /&gt;Shafeeq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1628982957440287491?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1628982957440287491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1628982957440287491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1628982957440287491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1628982957440287491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-make-me-feel-special.html' title='You make me feel special.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-WH0EOJdCI/AAAAAAAAARA/3rG4Vnj0s5M/s72-c/qqqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-3306414156853844132</id><published>2010-05-07T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:47:15.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NR 0916 says :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-T5cJNwyvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4LOKn0U5Gbw/s1600/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468770109439920882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-T5cJNwyvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4LOKn0U5Gbw/s400/DSC00712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had psychology tutorial yesterday and our lecturer is ANDY ! He's freaking cool uh as a lecture. So we are given a task to paste an A4 size paper on our backs. Then walk around the class , asking people to write things about ourself. So the picture above tells all about me. ahaha. most of the things wrote there are all an open area ( Known to me , known to others ). and i have 2 to 3 blind areas ( things i do not know but people know ) Handsome , funny and someone love my singing ! ahhhhhh ~ ahahs :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3306414156853844132?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3306414156853844132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3306414156853844132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3306414156853844132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3306414156853844132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/05/nr-0916-says.html' title='NR 0916 says :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S-T5cJNwyvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4LOKn0U5Gbw/s72-c/DSC00712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1086177269647498658</id><published>2010-05-01T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:41:17.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeks are loveeee !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9wt9OWi-vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fFh2OahPSvg/s1600/joiuhgfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466294577568873202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9wt9OWi-vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fFh2OahPSvg/s400/joiuhgfc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cant resist her cheek so i thot of posting one post specially for her cheek. Haha ! Izan , the 1st reason i fall in love with you cause your heart is so wonderful ( beyond words ) 2nd reason is because youre one pretty girl :) 3rd reason is your cheek ! ahhhh ! Your cheek bone ! When was the last time i kissed your cheek uh ? Haiya. Try starring at all your pics above. Omg sia ! Especially the large picture. Eh , really lehs , you make me crazy uh with your cheek ! ahahaha ! When i get my lips onto your cheek , just be prepare , cause i wont let go ! &amp;amp; im serious okay ! huha ! I love you my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1086177269647498658?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1086177269647498658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1086177269647498658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1086177269647498658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1086177269647498658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/05/cheeks-are-loveeee.html' title='Cheeks are loveeee !'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9wt9OWi-vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fFh2OahPSvg/s72-c/joiuhgfc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-8640432700882420082</id><published>2010-05-01T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:01:22.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older huh :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9wlmVDpDwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/klgFBHr3G8Q/s1600/wwaafsdva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466285388138614530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9wlmVDpDwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/klgFBHr3G8Q/s400/wwaafsdva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zaman boy lagi ! ( Pepatah Sharizan ku ** )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9wjQ_mHrZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DJYR5Lmplrg/s1600/hhvvk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466282822577139090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9wjQ_mHrZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DJYR5Lmplrg/s400/hhvvk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see the difference in me now. Haha. The picture on the left , i remember that pic but i didnt saw it till yesterday. Haha ! i look so freaking kental uh. haha. No wonder people kept bullying me. Huhu. And my hair style , slope ! Stop it dude ! ahaha ! The one in the centre was taken by Ihsan. It was a candid one. Same goes on the right. Izan took it i think. Izan kept saying my centre pic was hot. Waaa , melts ** haha ! The pic on the left , i was attached at that time. I cant believe a super kental idiot like me can fall in love sia ! Compare to the right pic , i look more ready la to have one which i already did * Sharizan ! * To conclude , i look super kental last time. The end :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-8640432700882420082?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/8640432700882420082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=8640432700882420082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8640432700882420082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8640432700882420082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-older-huh.html' title='Getting Older huh :('/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9wlmVDpDwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/klgFBHr3G8Q/s72-c/wwaafsdva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-5172834076438321265</id><published>2010-04-25T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:27:47.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want this can ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9QKPFo71AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AjGQ16soJbg/s1600/3756181077_bda7026c7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464003502235440130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9QKPFo71AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AjGQ16soJbg/s400/3756181077_bda7026c7b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464002528221568242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9QJWZJ7nPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GwCfiIvCrgI/s400/TL002-Smoke-installed.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Rm 300 ( moulding )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;$100 ( not more ) - ( R6 tail light )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464003242369185618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9QJ_9j_d1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/qeybcB8QWhU/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to ramesh on friday with michi and fad. fad wanted to change to whole outlook of his bike. so i thot of asking ramesh how much he charge for one sharp tail. when he say RM300 , i almost fainted. not because its expensive . its idiotic cheap la sia ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thot of getting it today but , nvm. maybe in 2 months time ? the light looks like the picture above. the signal light is as one as the break light. cool shit or what sia !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-5172834076438321265?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/5172834076438321265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=5172834076438321265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5172834076438321265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5172834076438321265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-this-can.html' title='I want this can ?'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9QKPFo71AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AjGQ16soJbg/s72-c/3756181077_bda7026c7b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-689144896382994908</id><published>2010-04-24T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:18:06.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. i will still choose you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9Kof2-0MDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YXzStoeONDc/s1600/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463614563242225714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9Kof2-0MDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YXzStoeONDc/s400/DSC00155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i'll be given a chance to be in heaven , i will still choose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i'll be given a chance to have everything in this world , i will still choose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i'll be given every penny in this world , i will still choose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i'll be given the most perfect women in the world , i will still choose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i'll be given to love my past , i will still choose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i'll be given a choice to choose my life or you , i will still choose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how important you are in my life ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharizan my dear , im not afraid of losing you .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im afraid of losing your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-689144896382994908?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/689144896382994908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=689144896382994908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/689144896382994908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/689144896382994908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-still-choose-you.html' title='.. i will still choose you.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S9Kof2-0MDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YXzStoeONDc/s72-c/DSC00155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-5482184342856571089</id><published>2010-04-20T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:30:00.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Si Ling Sec Teachers. You too , Ms Loo :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S825vcN8zMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cAvxAX-LyZo/s1600/IMG_2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462226147749973186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S825vcN8zMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cAvxAX-LyZo/s400/IMG_2728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S820fSd9HqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2MQ49JoqpwI/s1600/IMG_2700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462220372696702626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S820fSd9HqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2MQ49JoqpwI/s400/IMG_2700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S820PpLv1YI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D4CPx4ZUCYM/s1600/IMG_2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462220103916443010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S820PpLv1YI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D4CPx4ZUCYM/s400/IMG_2703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The time when i received my posting for secondary school , i was shocked when i see myself getting Si Ling Secondary School as my secondary studies. I leave around that school estate so i know how they actually behave. But i have no choice but to accept the school as im from EM3. Never once i think i will be leading a successful life like how im currently. Siling Sec has taught me alot of things. Hardship , independent , dicipline and especially maths. Due to the harwork of the teachers there , i manage to take o level MT in Sec 4NA. Im very happy and i cant describe my feelings with words. Due to my o level MT , i was given a chance to be promoted to secondary 5. Siling Sec is good at giving their students chance ! Having the opportunity to be in polytechnic , i work hard. Okay , i lied. I work " ok ok la ". I manage to enter a course that ive been wanting to go since sec 2 , nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462218628418383122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S82y5whmLRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Zk3l30MQMrY/s400/25486_381535089961_785464961_3990807_6013707_n.jpg" /&gt;My sec 5 life was so meaningful , wonderful and all the ful ful. Not fool uh. A nice human being made an impact in my life. Miss Jacque Loo. Shes my form teacher. I did told her this before that i dhun favour her at first. hahaha. but she proof me wrong. she did what have to do. BECAUSE OF HER I ACHIEVE B3 FOR MATHS ! it maybe nothing to other people but to me and her , its one big achievement okay ! haha. actually , im blank right now uh. the purpose of this post is to thank all my teachers but nothing i can think of right now. ahaha. Miss Loo , seriously , i am speechless till now. You get what i mean uhh ? ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-5482184342856571089?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/5482184342856571089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=5482184342856571089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5482184342856571089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5482184342856571089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks-si-ling-sec-teachers-you-too-ms.html' title='Thanks Si Ling Sec Teachers. You too , Ms Loo :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S825vcN8zMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cAvxAX-LyZo/s72-c/IMG_2728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-8112924950402050815</id><published>2010-04-14T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:45:24.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic is Love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S8aYsMEFeHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tO6MXH-EwpU/s1600/qwe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219483153332338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S8aYsMEFeHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tO6MXH-EwpU/s400/qwe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A day out with dearest Izan without Sally was awkward but nice ~ We went to kallang riverside for our first ever picnic together. I so love her uh. Otw to causeway point , she asked me to go get Sally , fetch her , dhen we go there by Sally. haha. shes kinda serious uh that time but i wanna have the feeling of taking the train with her. feel so young suddently. She brought spagetti and muffin. Both are delicious. Especially her muffin. So yummy. My girlfriend is good at baking okay ! How i wish we are married to each other. Everyday i can eat those muffins you baked for me without feeling full. haha. so we had fun till we over shadowed the romance part. haha. but what we care. its the love that matter the most right izan ? i find the time we spent together was short :( &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460218712921350338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S8aX_WueIMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3ltPp8R_npc/s400/aqaqqq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my guyfriends after that. Had our lepak session as usual. Omg , i miss those idiots sia. Not to forget , before i met them , i met izan again cause my wallet was with her. When she met me under her block , waa , she brought Siti along ! Hello Siti. Hahaha ! Jealous Izan. hahaha ! just kidding ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Sharizan , Happy 9 Monthsary girl :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-8112924950402050815?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/8112924950402050815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=8112924950402050815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8112924950402050815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8112924950402050815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/04/picnic-is-love.html' title='Picnic is Love :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S8aYsMEFeHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tO6MXH-EwpU/s72-c/qwe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1012150566138691192</id><published>2010-04-12T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:21:37.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing , youre my career.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S8PwfMx0msI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sxxGGCazqN8/s1600/axadcxacwdca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459471592099977922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S8PwfMx0msI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sxxGGCazqN8/s400/axadcxacwdca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three weeks of attachment has past. It changes my life a little though. Ive learn to adapt with new environment and accepting the fact that im a nurse. I want to change the way i live now and therefore i have to work hard. And i know , nursing is the right path. Second day of attachment , izan says she wants to quit nursing which is one the things that i fear most. Eversince i met her , i motivated myself alot. I gave her motivation , gave her strength to kept on going. It doesnt surprise me when she got thru the 3 weeks of attachment. Cause shes strong and she has the capabilility of being a nurse. She survived. 2 weeks at SGH was awesome. Patients gave me hope and strength. I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nursing , youre my career :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1012150566138691192?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1012150566138691192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1012150566138691192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1012150566138691192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1012150566138691192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/04/nursing-youre-my-career.html' title='Nursing , youre my career.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S8PwfMx0msI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sxxGGCazqN8/s72-c/axadcxacwdca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-3793901207135901116</id><published>2010-04-05T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:28:03.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S7oc5TxspLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bjuOTCEkuN0/s1600/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456705669399618738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S7oc5TxspLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bjuOTCEkuN0/s400/Image046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shafeeq without jealousy is not Shafeeq. Seriously , i dont know why i do have this jealousy feeling. its not those mild ones but its those major ones that really makes me feel so suckish at times uh. When she did something , which my mind thinks that its okay but my heart will be like , " what the hell are you doing ? im your boyfriend , not him. " During secondary school life , i was known for my jealousy. I know how to differentiate whether she is doing the right thing or not but my heart seems not to get it. Sometimes i just feel so pityful with those girls that ive been with especially my current one , which i hope till forever i will be with. Her doings doesnt have those bad intention but sometimes this stubborn heart of mine will fight the thought of my thinking. Im really sorry. Im trying my very best to understand the way you are before you met me. Give me time and soon , that guy to me , will be totally harmless. Im working hard on it. Hope you understand. The purpose of me writing this post is nothing but to let my feelings out. I miss my boys. Sakai , ahleng and rain. This 3 guys , the only one who understands my feeling damn well. I use to let things out to them but nowadays , we are busy with our own life. Hope to meet you assholes one day which i hope its coming soon. To be positive , maybe GOD give me this feeling because GOD wants me to appreciate the people i love and not let them go. But if they wanna leave , by all means , leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3793901207135901116?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3793901207135901116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3793901207135901116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3793901207135901116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3793901207135901116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/04/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy :('/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S7oc5TxspLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bjuOTCEkuN0/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-879990099303304206</id><published>2010-03-19T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:41:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word of advice :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S6OMoJ7SY_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/PWMKT3I_kF4/s1600-h/Me+n+aDEQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450354595535676402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S6OMoJ7SY_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/PWMKT3I_kF4/s400/Me+n+aDEQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The picture , legend uh. Tell me about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Noor Aini , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how is it going ? hope youve packed all your things and cant wait to go for a holiday huh. ahas :) When youre there , always remember the people you know will always miss you much. Dhun talk bout love la uh , you know we love you well :) We will never see the cheerfulness in you , at facebook with your shoutouts and all :( sob sobs. whatever it is , be safe , behave well and most importing is , enjoy your nine days. We will wait for your arrival okay girl ? I know , youre always a good girl to me. I know , you know. Love you always :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Feeq &amp;amp; Izan :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you always girl :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-879990099303304206?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/879990099303304206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=879990099303304206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/879990099303304206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/879990099303304206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/03/word-of-advice.html' title='A word of advice :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S6OMoJ7SY_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/PWMKT3I_kF4/s72-c/Me+n+aDEQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4333720809905679994</id><published>2010-03-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:26:02.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby love , although ..</title><content type='html'>Though we are far apart , you will always be close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might never get another chance , to tell you this face to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hopefully i will see you again , in another time and in another place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place where we can be together , a place we can live , a place we can live forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But does not the place exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How badly i dream of you , and having you in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even with distance , i want you safe from all cares and harms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always love you , no matter where you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450007313155301122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S6JQxqPnHwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1D5ZEShoGbQ/s400/20546_1315726856186_1321164365_30906526_4354784_n.jpg" /&gt;Love , for the first time loving you for eight months and 3 days , lately , youve been missing me badly , me too. Trust me , youre not alone in this. Love is hurtful but on the other side , its wonderful. We have been together , sharing almost most of our lifes. Love needs sacrifices , which youre good at it. Be strong girl , i know its hard. Remember , we are in this together. We want to be in love , this is what we have to face. Youve said it yourself , life is hard. Izan , we can be far apart , deep inside my heart , youre always there showering me your love. I will make the day youre waiting for all this while coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture , it tells it all. That is how close your heart is to mine. Will always be together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Far but still , in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4333720809905679994?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4333720809905679994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4333720809905679994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4333720809905679994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4333720809905679994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-love-although.html' title='Baby love , although ..'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S6JQxqPnHwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1D5ZEShoGbQ/s72-c/20546_1315726856186_1321164365_30906526_4354784_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-8426721211246539422</id><published>2010-03-16T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:59:43.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did try hard and still trying.</title><content type='html'>Everybody has their own weakness. One of my weaknesses is reading girls especially when you have an unpredictable one. Izan , im trying hard to read you till now and ive never give up. but sometimes youre like a puzzle , left with one empty space for me to put the last piece which is missing. At certain times , i almost get what youre thinking but it never reach to the summit. Im the worst at reading girls. Please give me time to learn the way you behave. please dear ? love much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text youve just sent me touches my heart , again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-8426721211246539422?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/8426721211246539422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=8426721211246539422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8426721211246539422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8426721211246539422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-did-try-hard-and-still-trying.html' title='I did try hard and still trying.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-6145209693789477171</id><published>2010-03-16T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:25:37.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Sentosa ! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5-UinWdIjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9CTDimiv1es/s1600-h/24365_368035082972_538412972_3485362_3822550_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449237396541219378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5-UinWdIjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9CTDimiv1es/s400/24365_368035082972_538412972_3485362_3822550_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one of Aini's organization came successful. Siling Sec reunion :) The plan goes like this , those without bikes will be going by themselves and riders go together. So after i fetch izan , i met rain and irfan and we headed to sentosa. When we reach pahlawan beach , e receive a warm welcome by our classmates. All the vulgarities being throw to us cause we're late ! haha. We change our swimming clothes and head to the sea. My very first time swimming with my girlfriend uh ! i feel so happy and i dhunnoe why. After we had a long swim , we had our lunch. I brought fried rice and some western food uh. Izan say it was nice. thanks mum ! Finished the whole tupperware fried rice , we played soccer. Waa , like so long i didnt touch soccer balls. My stamina are all over the place sia. haha. so i stopped and pulled izan back to the sea. at first , she didnt want it but i dhun wanna waste the opportunity when i get to spent my time with her so i make her wet. haha ! she did shiver all the way uh. haha. funny her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night falls so we packed our things up. Suddently soraya was like crying uh .. and she lost her wallet. i know how she feels uh. nvm soraya , its okay. relax uh. so while waiting for a bus back to habourfront , izan says shes hungry. so otw home , we went to al-ameen to had our late dinner ith ifan &amp;amp; fatt. After that , sent izan home &amp;amp; i went home. otw home , sally went sick. so *&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%^. haha. But now shes okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say thank you to Sentosa because of 2 things. 1st , because it helps all my loving friends to meet each other. Andd 2nd one is , makes my love towards izan more and more ! I love you baby :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-6145209693789477171?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/6145209693789477171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=6145209693789477171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6145209693789477171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6145209693789477171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-sentosa.html' title='Thank you Sentosa ! :))'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5-UinWdIjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9CTDimiv1es/s72-c/24365_368035082972_538412972_3485362_3822550_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2964769700515137282</id><published>2010-03-13T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:26:16.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change In You I Could See , Me And You In Love Till Eternity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5vKTDrnPZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KqKERYruFjs/s1600-h/Image119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448170602989305234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5vKTDrnPZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KqKERYruFjs/s400/Image119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eversince the outing to Sentosa , it makes me wanna be with izan every single minute. A day we spent together with smiles. Days past , every single minute , everything i do , shes in my thought till now. Its like the bond between us is getting stronger and stronger. I just dhun have the word to describe how much i need her and miss her right now. How i wish im a millionaire. I would have already married to her. But life is not that easy. For you , i will work hard just to have you in my life. Most of all , i like much when you say that you love me .. My brain is just dead right now. I kept thinking bout her. How i wish we were neighbours. Not as in one house to another but , one bed , side to side so that i could hug you , give you a kiss on the forehead and say " its you that i only need in this loving world of mine. " Sharizan , i never fail to love you. Always remember , loving you is like my daily routine. Ive notice changes in you which im looking for. Actually , i dont want you to be perfect cause im not. Touch me , kiss me , hug me , i wont get mad cause im yours till eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2964769700515137282?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2964769700515137282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2964769700515137282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2964769700515137282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2964769700515137282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/03/change-in-you-i-could-see-me-and-you-in.html' title='A Change In You I Could See , Me And You In Love Till Eternity.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5vKTDrnPZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KqKERYruFjs/s72-c/Image119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-3508391951056413551</id><published>2010-03-13T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:57:43.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Replacement Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5vDH5ZbddI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2I_pRj34W-g/s1600-h/PICT5566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448162714668725714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5vDH5ZbddI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2I_pRj34W-g/s400/PICT5566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5vC6N7F1DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/09VTUjBByx0/s1600-h/10429_1243132559739_1272116214_733666_2297088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448162479660454962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5vC6N7F1DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/09VTUjBByx0/s400/10429_1243132559739_1272116214_733666_2297088_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having lost your wallet which contains your one month expenses really can drive you crazy and can easily be declare bankrupt. Eversince that day , two wonderful loving beings are there to rescue me. Love them lots. ( Mummy Lisa and Daddy Jumat )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eversince 1st march till now , they are the one sponsoring all my needs currently. Food , petrol , bike expenses. Its really true when people say no matter how much you pay your parents with cash , it WILL NOT be enough to repay their kindness towards us children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum has been giving me food allowance and my needs. I feel so like .. uh , you noe , when you kept asking money from your parents , you will have this SHY FEELING uh. Mum , thank you so much. I may say thank you a million times , jump down from a building or run the whole world for you , but it will never be enough to repay you. currently youre sick , i'll pray hard for you mum. No worrries &amp;amp; i love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad has been encouraging and he is the person im gonna look up too , which i did eversince i had a girlfriend. He really do support me when im so into bikes. he doesnt care spending $$ on my bike just to make me feel happy and to make sally look good. Dad , you too. i cant repay anything. I can fly up the sky just to get a star for you but it wont be as sacrificing as how you did to me. seriously , without you , i would have stop riding bike. Youre my inspiration. I envy you dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALLOWANCE ! please be fast ! i need cash right now. Whatever it is , im happy with what i have especially having parents like mine. They might not know that im writing this for them now but i know , they know it long ago when i was just born. God , please show them that i really love them and please make them live with me for a longer time. Need them till the end. Love you mama and papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3508391951056413551?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3508391951056413551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3508391951056413551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3508391951056413551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3508391951056413551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-replacement-forever.html' title='No Replacement Forever.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5vDH5ZbddI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2I_pRj34W-g/s72-c/PICT5566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-8189366683755169071</id><published>2010-03-08T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:00:50.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5Usx9jtw4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/h6TlBk7CAiU/s1600-h/27049_1386033533809_1321164365_31084695_385590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446308561224057730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5Usx9jtw4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/h6TlBk7CAiU/s400/27049_1386033533809_1321164365_31084695_385590_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are now all over in love with their love ones. Everytime when i see couples together holding hands , i feel happy for them , whether im in love or not. Love is so wonderful and its so wide. It can twist and turn like you can never imagine. Most people really treasure love , and im one of them. During my secondary school life , i do cherish my love and people in Siling Sec do knows ( &amp;amp; even teachers ) haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once had a girlfriend. It was my first ever , in primary 5. Haha , kinda think back , we were still young and did not know what was love or maybe , spelled it. But as you know , it didnt last long uh. I think few weeks uh. Ahaha. But still , we are good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my secondary school life , i had 3. Waa , haha , not bad uh Shafeeq. First was a girl from my class , secondary one. I wanted her friend but ended up getting her. Well , we last for 2 months and we break up , thru letters ! haha. I like that part so much uh. Funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next girlfriend , same , in secondary 1 , but different class. The way it was process kinda cute uh. Haha. Letters flying from one class to another. So from secondary 2 till 5 , we were in the same class. Cool uh. Haha. Something happen in sec 4 and we broke up for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i broke up with her , i went with this girl , one year younger uh. She likes to introduce myself to her family members uh till i feel so paisey at times when i go to her house just to slack around there. Haha. But it didnt end well too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the girl who i broke up with , we patched and yar , we became couples uh. We have this thought where we cant live without each other. So yar , had great times togther accompanied by hard times too but it didnt last long. I have to admit , we did try very hard to save our relationship. From sec 1 till sec 5. Haha. kinda long uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when we went our seperate ways , i felt like something was not right here and there. Im the kind of person who wants to be love cause as i say , i enjoy being in love. No doubt about it , i learn lots of things throughout my 4 years ++ relationship. Meaningful yet hurting. LOVE , without hurting yourself , its not called LOVE okay ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda surprise till poly studies , shes still in my thought till one day i told myself , life is short. I cant depend on her and put high hopes on her just to be with me back. Im being brave by walking away from my dreams which i couldnt achieve. I did say this to myself , " i will do fine without her." Start from that day , i had no faith in womens anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was normal school routine , taking lift to the next story. Suddently , i heard this cute girl talk. Her voice , like OMG uh. So damn cute uhh ! So try saying something just to see whether she respond or not. I say " Cute sia her voice ! " haha. too bad , theres no response. Haha. Since then , she became my main attention. Everywhere i go , anywhere i go , shes the one im looking for. Coincidently , i know one of her friends therefore i asked for her msn add. Like usual , i get it. C'mon la , im Shafeeq okay ! Haha. Start chatting with her and yar. We chatted but didnt meet face to face till one day , we went for a study date. I swear at that point of time , while waiting for her , its like , how uh. hmm , try imagine yourself being chase by a lion. My heart beats that fast la ! But in a good way. People always say , if shes near you and when she talks to you , your heart beats fast , it means LOVE ~ Yeah. haha. So there she is , sitting infront of me. First time i met her , my first action was , i smile. My second action was , im already in love with her. Its like her eyes , the sweetness of her face makes me go ahhhh. Shes so pretty la. So had our conversation. Trust me , when we talk , its like we've known each other since sceondary school uh. Haha. Eversince that day , we went school together , we home together and still sharing stories together. Till now , 7months + we have been together loving each other( boyfriend &amp;amp; girlfriend ). She did lots of sacrifices just to see me happy and for the sake of our relationship. I never have this thought of leaving her cause she add colours into my life , cheerfulness and love. Without her , my life would be empty and im already in hooligan world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nur Sharizan , thanks for returing the faith that ive lost to girls a few months ago. Awak , remember one thing , my past doesnt matter my life right now. What matter most is present and future. Im happy with you now and i want us to be together till the end. You know theres no another ONE except you in my life right ? I may say " i love you " randomly to you but take those random moments seriously cause thats when i do feel the love. Ive been away from you for days , and the feeling sucks although we are in good terms. See how much you mean to me. Whatever it is , i will try my best to save our relationship while i still can. Takecare loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-8189366683755169071?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/8189366683755169071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=8189366683755169071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8189366683755169071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8189366683755169071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-love-story.html' title='My Love Story.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5Usx9jtw4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/h6TlBk7CAiU/s72-c/27049_1386033533809_1321164365_31084695_385590_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-543694809421455105</id><published>2010-03-06T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:16:35.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Izan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biler nak khawin ? haha :)'/><title type='text'>Double date , &amp; i love the ending. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5J-uS4T8aI/AAAAAAAAANw/OpviMF6F_T4/s1600-h/27049_1386027333654_1321164365_31084690_5791947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445554233251459490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5J-uS4T8aI/AAAAAAAAANw/OpviMF6F_T4/s400/27049_1386027333654_1321164365_31084690_5791947_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An afternoon and night together with izan , rain and aisah. Not to mention about it , i so miss my girlfriend uh. So before me and rain fetch our ladies , haha , i went for my bike inspection. And wtf , i fail. Tyres are wear , excessive smoke and cannot see signal light. Stupid idiot , little things oso cannot give chance. Bloody mangkok tingkap. Haha. Dhen i went for friday prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met rain at the nearest community centre and so we were of for prayers. While the imam was reading the ' kuthbar ' , i slept like a ' ba bangs '. So damn sleepy lar. Dhen hafiz woke me up. Haiya. Done with my prayers , me and rain sent hafiz to interchange and we went straight to izan's crib to pick her up. Im the one picking her up , not rain. If rain pick her up , " rain , kau akan dapat jamah rim size 18 masak korma. okay ? " haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was , i think cleaning my bike or seating on the barriers , izan came. And start the episode of " History has repeated itself ! " Her dressing was like , Wow ! Aww ! and Ahh ! Okay , i will describe whats on her yesterday that makes me go W.A.A ( wow , aww &amp;amp; ahh ). Head to toes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Her hair , it was curl up ! She look so pretty la ! I like her when she curls her hair ! So cantek =)&lt;br /&gt;- Her face , so white , pretty and gorgeous ! It was like the first time i saw her la ! Same ! Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;- Her flower dress , makes her so damn sweet ! She looks like a decent girl with pretty personality ! :)&lt;br /&gt;- Her footwear , flower plump , palm , pump shoes ( whatever you called it ) so matching uh with her dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude la , shes damn pretty yesterday ! Thanks baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop , bedok. To fetch Aisah. Fetch Aisah and poof , of to sengkang ! Our port to fly kites. So rain and aisah bought kites to gain experience. haha.and too bad , their kite is like afraid of the wind uhh. haha. always wanna fall and did fall. haha. We went of around 8.30pm. Reached under izan'sblock around 9pm. She so called lepak with me while waiting for rain till 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's outing ended nice and i love it. The ending was not to be mentioned uh. Dhen i comes with a text uh with surprises in it. i love surprises. Izan , i promise its only gonna be between us okay ? Hee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharizan , i know you know that i know you know that i love you right ? Yes , and still , loving you. Muwahs !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-543694809421455105?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/543694809421455105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=543694809421455105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/543694809421455105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/543694809421455105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/03/double-date-i-love-ending.html' title='Double date , &amp; i love the ending. :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S5J-uS4T8aI/AAAAAAAAANw/OpviMF6F_T4/s72-c/27049_1386027333654_1321164365_31084690_5791947_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-3102032266409910365</id><published>2010-03-02T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:56:39.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youre Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S41CiH9GMyI/AAAAAAAAANg/bG0p5IQe4XU/s1600-h/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444080678579090210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S41CiH9GMyI/AAAAAAAAANg/bG0p5IQe4XU/s400/Image148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like ive just started primary school again. All the things in my wallet are all gone , including my wallet. Like poof ! Here it is , and next , its gone. License , IC , Money , atm and memories. I feel so poor right now. Whatever happens yesterday , i will just take it as a punishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;awak , stop calling yourself useless can ? For the last time im gonna say this okay. Sharizan , i dhun expect so many things from you. I dhun expect you to be there for me , comfort me or what ever a girlfriend does uh. Tell me , when was the last time you had a boyfriend ? How long was it ? awak , 7 months is not enough for you to learn how to be a perfect girlfriend. it takes time okay ? i understand all your doings. Your capabilities and your weaknesses. youve impressed me so far , you know that ? for a girl who has not been really commited in love , you did well. i mean , the way sometimes you surprise me with your words , really touches my heart. especially the sweet messages youve sent it to me all this while. if youre useless , i wont be feeling your love right now right ? sharizan , i love you the way you are. i noe youve change and sacrifies alot for me , and i appreciate it lorts. is that what you call useless ? cause i dont think so. so sharizan , take it slowly and i will guide you there. we will take small steps together to have a smile in the end okay ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sharizan , do me a favour by starring at that girl's face and tell yourself , doesnt it even say youre useless ? when i stare at her face , what i can see is that , shes not tradable to anything in this world cause i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nur Sharizan , shes not useless. Shes more then everything in my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3102032266409910365?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3102032266409910365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3102032266409910365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3102032266409910365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3102032266409910365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-not.html' title='Youre Not.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S41CiH9GMyI/AAAAAAAAANg/bG0p5IQe4XU/s72-c/Image148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-3501175168734831990</id><published>2010-02-28T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:37:34.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want you back please :('/><title type='text'>I Miss The Old You :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eversince the last day we met , i realise your mood tends to change. At first , i was okay with it. I still can take it. But recently , youve changed and i wish i can be by your side when you need me. Youve been abit down lately. You had to overcome so many things at one go , one after another. I do understand your situation thats why ive not been asking too much from you lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God , please tell her im missing her right now. I miss her touch , her hugs and most of all , her love. Remember few things :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* If you need a friend , i can be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* If you need a best friend , i can change to one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* If you need a boyfriend , i am the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it all out to me , trust me. I would love to share your hardship cause your hardship , is my hardship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3501175168734831990?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3501175168734831990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3501175168734831990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3501175168734831990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3501175168734831990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-old-you.html' title='I Miss The Old You :('/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2419939544362853420</id><published>2010-02-25T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:50:52.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day To Be Together , An End To Go After..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4a4H0QzQgI/AAAAAAAAANY/lvF-nrz9s-c/s1600-h/jgxjklylkl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442239644151529986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4a4H0QzQgI/AAAAAAAAANY/lvF-nrz9s-c/s400/jgxjklylkl.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Izan always says shes not good in responding my love. She kept saying shes a legong. Youre not. You did respond to my love. Its just that the way its being deliverd to me is indirects. Love , we cant see it but we can feel. And i feel your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Day To Be Together ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Past 7 months having you as someone special , my life is full of fun , activities plus love. Youre always there when i need you. Every single minutes i spend with you , i treasure it like it will never come back. When we have fun together , i agree we do overshadowed our romance but its okay. Every smile you gave to me , it helps me alot in relieving my worries about you. I always wanna see you happy , enjoy every single seconds with me and be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An End To Go After ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only time when i feel your true love , the seconds when i place my lips at yours. It tells me the words that youve been keeping inside yourself , wanting to let it out , but you dhunnoe how. Thats why i love the way we ended our day together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember while we were flying kites , i told you i have an aim ? Which i manage to achieve. Eversice monday , ive told myself not to make you mad , hurt you or what so ever. Today , i see you smile and laugh. That shows me that youre happy. While youre flying kites , i wore my shades , and i cry. Im too happy sayang. I want to be with you , always. what will i be without you ? im letting out my feelings now. Just trying to convince you , i can be as cheeky like the worst guy ever. Deep deep inside my heart , youre the only one. I wouldnt wanna say i love you to you cause ive said it millions of times. But trust me , every secs past in my life , youre the only one in my thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2419939544362853420?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2419939544362853420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2419939544362853420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2419939544362853420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2419939544362853420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-to-be-together-end-to-go-after.html' title='A Day To Be Together , An End To Go After..'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4a4H0QzQgI/AAAAAAAAANY/lvF-nrz9s-c/s72-c/jgxjklylkl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-3188260157334049807</id><published>2010-02-25T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:17:11.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow is Born :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4arpUNYxoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4oAdYkQpKM/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442225926011668098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4arpUNYxoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4oAdYkQpKM/s400/DSC00490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4arfi3KD-I/AAAAAAAAANI/DSS5Bjt_Cc4/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442225758146269154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4arfi3KD-I/AAAAAAAAANI/DSS5Bjt_Cc4/s400/DSC00504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4arQ3sDkdI/AAAAAAAAANA/x5JeUJznObE/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442225506038813138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4arQ3sDkdI/AAAAAAAAANA/x5JeUJznObE/s400/DSC00501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4arAhNdU-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/llyA3hyp2LM/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442225225126990818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4arAhNdU-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/llyA3hyp2LM/s400/DSC00499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4aq1Is5t1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/z5faCngDmd0/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442225029569427282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4aq1Is5t1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/z5faCngDmd0/s400/DSC00498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over and here i am , enjoying myself out. Haha. Exams are managable but , nah , dont wanna talk about it. Thursday is the last day of school. So me and izan plan to have a day out. Gonna miss seeing her in school but not outside. Gonna spent my time with you. hee ! We had breakfast at Marsiling. Dhen izan wanted to buy her attachment shoe at bugis ? Never been there by bike but i try. Kinda lost uh but my izan is so familiar bout bugis la seii. She knows every single places at bugis. Kinda shock laa. haha. So park sally at this place call " @#$%^ " forget the name. bu funny uh. So we took a stroll at bugis junction. Izan bought her shoes and we head to bugis street. Wanted to buy a couple shirt , couple watch and a bag but all of it we didnt buy. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dhen headed to tekka centre. Wanted to search for a baju but nothing is to be found. It was 4pm and we reached sengkang , our port. haha ! the whether was hot so we took a break at the nearest Mc and had our lunch and dinner too. i think uh. So we were talking about our careers being a nurse. My sayang here do have issues bout it but i believe , when she puts her heart into something , everything is possible :) Suddently , i have this thought of flying a kite. At first , izan disagree. But , she just couldnt last long with her decision uh. haha. so we bought a kite and mins later , we were flying kites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sharizan says " Sejak biler eh awak da jadi expert ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. I dunnoe uh. It fly by itself. Credits to the wind. That gf of mine do have secret capability okay ! she can fly kites too la. surprise + shock. haha. she did well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall , i enjoy spending my time with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you awak :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4aqqPE5JVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5vh0F_OJvT0/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3188260157334049807?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3188260157334049807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3188260157334049807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3188260157334049807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3188260157334049807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/bow-is-born.html' title='Bow is Born :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4arpUNYxoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4oAdYkQpKM/s72-c/DSC00490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-8257189314242816097</id><published>2010-02-23T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:25:58.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sengkang Port :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4Pykv3KfnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5EgvJFwU46M/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441459487930744434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4Pykv3KfnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5EgvJFwU46M/s400/DSC00475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4Pv97wJ4uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3mVJ-YIO_xw/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441456622084416226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4Pv97wJ4uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3mVJ-YIO_xw/s400/DSC00481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place where me and Izan always lepaks. Yea , she may live in woodland and me in jb but sengkang its not that far when you do it for the sake of love. Sengkang is just a wonderful place. Lots of open spaces and its an active place. One , you saw someone flying kites , next min , you see another. Haha. full of activities. Before we head here , we went to punggol jetty. But the other side was close due to construction work. so kinda borink and we make a move to this place. if you wanna go , its located at anchorevale community centre or sports something. Next stop , i make sure i'll stop by the park. so nice uh at night ! haiya. all the way we sat there , we were wondering where to get the kites. On the way home , we saw the 7-11 there sell kites ! cool or what. haha. gonna fly kite next. okay izan ? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-8257189314242816097?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/8257189314242816097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=8257189314242816097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8257189314242816097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8257189314242816097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/sengkang-port.html' title='Sengkang Port :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4Pykv3KfnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5EgvJFwU46M/s72-c/DSC00475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-6749731606433320611</id><published>2010-02-20T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:04:32.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours to hold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4AVzo6fSxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3jzpcbxu3nk/s1600-h/svcadfvdgvdggdgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440372326763809554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4AVzo6fSxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3jzpcbxu3nk/s400/svcadfvdgvdggdgg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minutes ago , izan texted me. She gave me a heart warming text that really makes me feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;" If we were to part , i just want you to know you're the best i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had to leave , i want you to bear in mind that i'll still take you along in my heart elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to quarrel , i would like you to know that i never meant to hurt you ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to leave earth first before you do &amp;amp; given a last wish , i would hope you'll find someone who'll make you just as happy as i had did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could have one thing in this world , it would be to have you forever in my life. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440371897088067378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4AVaoPzxzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UqzjknLuSrc/s400/Love_poem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A text that i will never forget. You've touched my heart dear. Few minutes after this texted , she texted me and say she miss me already. How sweet can she be ? Took her only 3 hrs to miss me and im .. speechless sayang. Just know one thing in your life baby , im yours to hold forever. Love you lots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-6749731606433320611?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/6749731606433320611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=6749731606433320611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6749731606433320611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6749731606433320611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/yours-to-hold.html' title='Yours to hold.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S4AVzo6fSxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3jzpcbxu3nk/s72-c/svcadfvdgvdggdgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-8510242986274222249</id><published>2010-02-14T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:53:52.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Monthsary my dear :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3gpLQnPvoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/i_NHiJK5o5k/s1600-h/484981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438141823464750722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3gpLQnPvoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/i_NHiJK5o5k/s400/484981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3goXDq2qpI/AAAAAAAAALw/GaDDppwOsVk/s1600-h/484981.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nur Sharizan Binte Selamat&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 7th Monthsary !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Waited for you to text me at 12am buddhen i . . Aha , its okay. Maybe you are tired. I understand :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you for your love all this while baby. Hope its' getting stronger &amp;amp; stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;" Youre the only girl that ive noticed "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;ILY . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-8510242986274222249?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/8510242986274222249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=8510242986274222249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8510242986274222249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/8510242986274222249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-7th-monthsary-my-dear.html' title='Happy 7th Monthsary my dear :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3gpLQnPvoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/i_NHiJK5o5k/s72-c/484981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1899808465674308219</id><published>2010-02-14T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T06:45:47.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sally , just give me time okay baby ? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3gJ1Xa-hVI/AAAAAAAAALg/mSCx3EwI3rc/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438107362474755410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3gJ1Xa-hVI/AAAAAAAAALg/mSCx3EwI3rc/s320/DSC00419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3gJoEYBkLI/AAAAAAAAALY/h49sHZOu6HM/s1600-h/bikepics-1563103-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438107134023798962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3gJoEYBkLI/AAAAAAAAALY/h49sHZOu6HM/s320/bikepics-1563103-full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bike in red is Sally and the bike in blue is i dunnoe whos uhh. aha. to whoever bike that might concern , may i borrow it in my post ? thank you :)  i just find that bike awesome uhh. End of april will be the date line for Sallys modifications. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things need to be done [ M.O.D ] [ after inspection ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Carbonised pipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- One seater ( white )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 17 inch Chrome rims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Racing handle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stickers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow , by the time , she will be superbly awesome laa ! Fiwitt !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1899808465674308219?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1899808465674308219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1899808465674308219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1899808465674308219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1899808465674308219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sally-just-give-me-time-okay-baby.html' title='My Sally , just give me time okay baby ? :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3gJ1Xa-hVI/AAAAAAAAALg/mSCx3EwI3rc/s72-c/DSC00419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1322212327079315132</id><published>2010-02-13T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:43:03.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horryfied.'/><title type='text'>Baby , you there ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3aAf0MvCOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IOVaSbBppWs/s1600-h/SADFASFSAFSAFAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437674884172810466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3aAf0MvCOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IOVaSbBppWs/s320/SADFASFSAFSAFAF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday and today was two horrifying days for me to sleep. I just dhunnoe why. Yesterday night i had a bad dream , and today afternoon nap , i had one. Hope that my dream is just my playing time during my sleep. I wanted to post what i dream but its better not too. i will tell you myself sayang. Just promise me one thing , if you do love me , dont ever have other guys instead of me. If you dont love me , be honest okayy ? i trust you. im letting you know only. i noe im talking crap right now but trust me , when i tell you my dreams later , you will noe how i feel. Issit bcause i didnt meet you for quite sometimes ? i think uhh. wanted to meet you on mondayy , but ive forgotten its a public holiday. weds ? please baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1322212327079315132?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1322212327079315132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1322212327079315132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1322212327079315132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1322212327079315132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-you-there.html' title='Baby , you there ?'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3aAf0MvCOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IOVaSbBppWs/s72-c/SADFASFSAFSAFAF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-6256848296875891640</id><published>2010-02-11T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:09:03.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RDT_ZcbmI/AAAAAAAAALI/X3992fAf20w/s1600-h/hjnhkmhjgng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437044660857761378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RDT_ZcbmI/AAAAAAAAALI/X3992fAf20w/s320/hjnhkmhjgng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best outing ever with my dearest. I still cant believe what happen todayy but what i wanna say , thank you Sharizan. So picked up my dear under her block at 12pm. Still , we have not planned where to go Since syg wanna go the bridge thingy , we went vivo instead to catch the movie , valentines day. so as what syg say , all guys , go get your lazy butts up and bring your gf along to watch that show :) dhen this syg of mine was craving for egg tarts at KFC. so had KFC for our lunch. the egg tart ! ahhh , its killing me mann ! sooo deliciouss la seii ! go try ! im promoting them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that headed to hort park. we went to the long bridge that leads us to henderson wave. mak kau , so tiring uhh. from hort park to henderson wave is ard 2.4km okay fyi ! so took lots of pictures ! the scenery damn nice laa. i can see izan was enjoying herself. i wanna say more but dhen it wudden be interesting for you readers if you all have not been to the place. try goin there , you will not have any regrets. trust me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Sharizan , thanks for everything :))&lt;br /&gt;i love you sayang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RDFj-EXgI/AAAAAAAAALA/VkCUonztWO8/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437044412977012226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RDFj-EXgI/AAAAAAAAALA/VkCUonztWO8/s320/DSC00460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RCy1r3EhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XPtuwigfYlc/s1600-h/sfgsdgsdgds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437044091314967058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RCy1r3EhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XPtuwigfYlc/s320/sfgsdgsdgds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RCqO5HyNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i0sjVpz_654/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpgsdcsdcscsdcdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437043943462652114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RCqO5HyNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i0sjVpz_654/s320/GetAttachment.jpgsdcsdcscsdcdc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RCgaKlHWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-drnyeEJk_Q/s1600-h/mmmmmbgfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437043774689975650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RCgaKlHWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-drnyeEJk_Q/s320/mmmmmbgfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RCXRv6MBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SaLDlmxX70Q/s1600-h/okokokoook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437043617811804178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RCXRv6MBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SaLDlmxX70Q/s320/okokokoook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-6256848296875891640?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/6256848296875891640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=6256848296875891640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6256848296875891640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/6256848296875891640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3RDT_ZcbmI/AAAAAAAAALI/X3992fAf20w/s72-c/hjnhkmhjgng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-7089073037691494362</id><published>2010-02-10T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:59:36.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's My Heartbeat :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3LlP3LiS5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/HaIZoY5OdU4/s1600-h/syg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436659760862743442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3LlP3LiS5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/HaIZoY5OdU4/s320/syg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stare deeply into her eyes , and i say , i love you my baby. How can i ever not love her ? See how cute she is , her round eyes , her round nice cheek bone and her sexy lips. Aha , sayang , this is just a short msg to tell you how much you meant to me every single seconds of my life. I just cant stop talking about you. I hope you dhun mind my love :))&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/1865277593965500532-7089073037691494362?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/7089073037691494362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=7089073037691494362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7089073037691494362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7089073037691494362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-my-heartbeat.html' title='She&apos;s My Heartbeat :))'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3LlP3LiS5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/HaIZoY5OdU4/s72-c/syg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1840016092313199392</id><published>2010-02-10T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:57:03.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NR 0916 :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3LVnDK06vI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gHaiMZYBNls/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436642567031941874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3LVnDK06vI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gHaiMZYBNls/s320/DSC00440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A class full of surprises. Different characters in different people makes the class so happening. Love is all over us now. Im proud to say that my class is one of the class that bonds quite well uhh. As you know , nothing is perfect in this world right ? But what im trying to highlight here is that we always help each other when any of us have problems. We also celebrate our classmates birthday without fail :) Thats the best part. So just now we had our branch together as a class. It was a last minute plan though. Haha. Mizi and i went to AMK KFC by bike , Shasha's group went there by their legs and Kerry's group went there by bus. Frankly speaking , i love my class , every single one of them. I maybe irritating guys , but trust me , i appreciate your presence everyday. Wo ai ni class !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my beautiful Sharizan , cant wait for tmmrw. Hope we have a romantic day together. I just kept loving you day by day. What did you do to me ? Haha. See you tmmrw my cupcake :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santau , here i come ! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1840016092313199392?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1840016092313199392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1840016092313199392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1840016092313199392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1840016092313199392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/nr-0916.html' title='NR 0916 :))'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3LVnDK06vI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gHaiMZYBNls/s72-c/DSC00440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2444819700904674933</id><published>2010-02-08T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:56:23.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study ? Not ! haha.    |    From a tight screw to loose :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was tiring but i dunnoe why uhs. sch started at 9am till 11am. met izan just to help her submit her essay so that she no need to travel to sch. sweet rite ?aha. so after sch met her again. so plan to study bio arhs. we went to andmokio's mac. had our lunch dhen talk our hearts out uhh. haha. everytime got story one. haha. the mood to study went down the drain. haha. so we took a ride. dhen lepak behind rafiqs block for awhile. rafiq tagged along. dhen accompany hubby go buy egg tart. but to badd , egg tart , dhey didnt sell it. dhey say after CNY dhen have. nvm bie, we will go back there okayy ? so sent her home and i went home. damn tired sia. lucky tmmrw no school. woohoo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei , attention , i love my girlfriend okayy ! anyone dare to walk within our path , try :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435913731594657842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3A-vPleIDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mS5IGw5HF7g/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This sweet ladyy , Nur Khalilah , my bestie. chat with her before she continued her study. so started of by saying thank you to her. she read my blog and ask me whether im okayy or not. sweet or what uh ? haha. so started talking and blablabla. she told me her secret ! haha. aiyoo lah ! haha. notty eh makcik kiter nie. so started of laughing when i gave her this riddle. gave it to izan too. dalam byk byk katak ,katak aper takleh lompat. she answered , katak mati and katak kaki patah. haha. shes right. dhen she played this game with me. lets say if she says flower , i must say the first alpahbet , F. so she type car , and other words. dhen last word is idiot. dhen i type I. so she got me. im an idiot. haha. dhen my turn. ask her to guess what thing is this. 2 eyes , 1 nose , 2 leg , no brain , good looking. she dhun have any idea what thing is that. the ans is " Shafeeq " haha. so yarr , long time didnt gurau with this makcik. whatever it is , you are my best kawan. bubbye !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2444819700904674933?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2444819700904674933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2444819700904674933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2444819700904674933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2444819700904674933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/study-not-haha-from-tight-screw-to.html' title='Study ? Not ! haha.    |    From a tight screw to loose :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S3A-vPleIDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mS5IGw5HF7g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2533699790065861921</id><published>2010-02-07T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:55:28.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful chat :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S27u4PBCEyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HAUs_LaEWps/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435544450153714466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S27u4PBCEyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HAUs_LaEWps/s320/DSC00477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435542146632037506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S27syJuqtII/AAAAAAAAAJg/s-luWDToCy8/s320/17475_1143015750611_1684010344_289750_5009960_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435543958504699010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S27ubnexdII/AAAAAAAAAJo/eAXczFNrqcg/s320/17575_1155977514647_1684010344_316317_8159693_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So waited for my dearest sharizan to online but she didnt. Maybe shes still having headache. Opps , forgot to ask her just now. Aniways , had this beautiful nice chat with my cousin , nona. All this started of while my mum was chatting with her thru facebook. so i interrupt uh. seybok seybok selit daun and blablabla. so my turn to chat with her thru facebook. chat and chat. conincidently , her BF use to ride Sallys keturunan , KR. so yarr , the topic gets more interesting. so added her at msn and chat there instead. she sent me the pics of her BF's KR use to be but the internet was to slow uhh. but have to admit , her BF KR look so garang uhh. Sally coming, cannot rush uhh, if rush uhh , i can declare bankrupt sia. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to CONCLUDE , haha , im happy that i get to chat with my cussin whom i use to be close with when i was young. the pic above tells it all. and i use to kissed her too. haha. have the pics. sorry , abit cheeky uh last time. till here dhen , cant wait to meet my sharizan tmmrw. goodnight beings !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2533699790065861921?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2533699790065861921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2533699790065861921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2533699790065861921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2533699790065861921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonderful-chat.html' title='Wonderful chat :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S27u4PBCEyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HAUs_LaEWps/s72-c/DSC00477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1058772698851099821</id><published>2010-02-05T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:18:29.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at Sentosa with Polymates :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w85D8Q-kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_dQISdSgaKI/s1600-h/20971_302560694240_633699240_3213372_2879926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785801337633346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w85D8Q-kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_dQISdSgaKI/s320/20971_302560694240_633699240_3213372_2879926_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AHHHH ! Todays outng was the best with my polymates. Im so loving them. So let me start off with todays activity. Met mizi under his block at 9.30am dhen fetch keezi under his block. After that we went straight to habourfront to park our bikes. So we took the shuttle bus. $2 per person lehs. Cheap or what ! Sharizan , youre goin with me next ! haha. Dhen otw to sentosa , we saw he theme park. Cooley ! Especially the roller coaster. Happening sia ! So we reach sentosa , waited for the girls. Guess what ? the promise us they will be there at 9am ! Unfortunately , they came at 11am ! so its the other way round , boys wait for girls. haha. while waiting for them , we guys took the tram to explore. Saw peacocks and there were beautiful siaa. But they never open their tail lehs. tail rite ? whatever laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhen met them and we took off to pahlawan beach. i prefer pahlawan dhen siloso uhh. so went there and find a spot. we found one near the 7-11. sat there had a few poker cards games. i learn new game la ! Bluff game they call it. cool sia ! funny sumore. After we satisfy ourselves ( sounds wrong ) we head to the beach. did i mentioned i hate sun burn ? yes i do. from young till now ! so i apply sun ten lotion as if i appling powder sia. alot ! dhen swim , have fun. dhen sherlee , her husband and her fren tag along. the more the merrier. so get use to her husband and wallah ! he is one of our kind ! haha. okay. so when we were happily playing water , i told each and everyone of them that i dunnoe how to float. so kerry , mizi and keezi tought me. sweet rite ? i noe. i still cant do it ! dhen kerry told me " You dont stiff your butt ! " and i answered . " How to unstiffed it ? Any idea ? (sarcastically) " she laugh her ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boredom decided us to share money and buy one volleyball. So its boys against girls. As usual , boys win the game. its was damn funn la playing games that you dunnoe how to play. haha. dhen we guys decide to play soccer. Me and mizi one team , keezi and sherlees husband one team. when the game starts ,  5 secs later our opposing team scores a goal. ahah ! fast or what ! but using the hidden talent of me and mizi ,we scored 3 back and we won ! Thank you thank you. Suddently , mizi and the voleyball went missing. we kept asking each other wheres mizi ? about 20 mins , his back. we ask him where were him ? actually he was busy searching for entertainment. so we guys went to the entertainment place. a group of secs students having fun uhh. Lots of girls la seii ! haha. so before goin there , we put on our sunglasses and went to the destination. we swam ard 1.5km approx just to see them sia. haha. chikopek ! went we reach there , walauweii , not joking matter lehs. girls , haha ! but me , mizi and sherlees husband kept saying that we have ours already. just to make ourselves not attracted to their wowness ! huhu. then the oppoosite shore , we saw a beautiful lady. goin to the other shore is ard 400m uhh. we swam , and its damn deep okayy ! half way there , my whole body start to cramp. not any cramp eh. a stupid cramp that makes my body damn stiff. and fyi , im swimming with my sunglasses. i dont want to lose it so i swam with my head up like a turtle. can imagine that ? haha. when my body start to cramp , felt like shouting for help , but dowan uhh. try my very best. went we reach the shore , four of us is like half dead. WTF ! im lucky that im still alive. i tell you , its not worth it , just to swim for a girl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went back to our places and had some card games. dhen we packed our things at 6pm. so reach vivo ard 7 plus. had Long John Silver for dinner. wanted to have more then one set but this ulcer on my tongue is killing me ! dhen went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;something interesting happen on the road while im on my way home. 7 bikers with big bikes , 400cc and above , disturbs me from AYE till tuas. Fuckers ! One of them purposely ram his bike beside me and WTF , i was shock. Then left with this stupid idiot , rides super four , version S. You noe goin towards msia custom from tuas has a long bridge rite ? his the only fucker that was left behindd. I trust my bike so i provoked him. He response , and fucked him , he suck the smoke of my sally ! haha ! take that asshole ! now , ive come to noe that sally has the reputation to race with uncle Marino's black KR. Will wait and see brader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my fellow polymates , thank you for organizing this outing. I love you all and always stay together aite ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Nr0916 =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w8wSIJtqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XLoC1jjByzc/s1600-h/20971_302560679240_633699240_3213371_4639511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785650526762658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w8wSIJtqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XLoC1jjByzc/s320/20971_302560679240_633699240_3213371_4639511_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w8nrGrQOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MIZTdB4EBtQ/s1600-h/20971_302560669240_633699240_3213370_2391615_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785502612635874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w8nrGrQOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MIZTdB4EBtQ/s320/20971_302560669240_633699240_3213370_2391615_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w8YVyZdBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ihgJ53UTJ4s/s1600-h/20971_302560659240_633699240_3213369_6859564_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785239192400914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w8YVyZdBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ihgJ53UTJ4s/s320/20971_302560659240_633699240_3213369_6859564_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w8Rs3OAOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Q9LROadeog0/s1600-h/20971_302560654240_633699240_3213368_2293981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785125127553250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w8Rs3OAOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Q9LROadeog0/s320/20971_302560654240_633699240_3213368_2293981_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w6X-ptYGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/o4O8d39xYS0/s1600-h/05022010483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434783033958686818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w6X-ptYGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/o4O8d39xYS0/s320/05022010483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w6NSL8PCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Axb1tpLPTQs/s1600-h/05022010481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434782850223979554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w6NSL8PCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Axb1tpLPTQs/s320/05022010481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w6BTjk9cI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dW6JHrlSHEk/s1600-h/05022010480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434782644433122754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w6BTjk9cI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dW6JHrlSHEk/s320/05022010480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w53bNvWkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/p3v9rOsXvwo/s1600-h/05022010479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434782474690320962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w53bNvWkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/p3v9rOsXvwo/s320/05022010479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w5nIKBE0I/AAAAAAAAAII/Uk7iJKbD-fY/s1600-h/05022010477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434782194696524610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w5nIKBE0I/AAAAAAAAAII/Uk7iJKbD-fY/s320/05022010477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w5YxSaAyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IYKciGiG5d8/s1600-h/05022010460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434781948039529250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w5YxSaAyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IYKciGiG5d8/s320/05022010460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w4zQirQAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ptqsPN1QjTM/s1600-h/05022010457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434781303594237954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w4zQirQAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ptqsPN1QjTM/s320/05022010457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w4PjozZ7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/EzOno4jJEu8/s1600-h/05022010456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434780690244921266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w4PjozZ7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/EzOno4jJEu8/s320/05022010456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1058772698851099821?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1058772698851099821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1058772698851099821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1058772698851099821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1058772698851099821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-at-sentosa-with-polymates.html' title='A day at Sentosa with Polymates :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w85D8Q-kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_dQISdSgaKI/s72-c/20971_302560694240_633699240_3213372_2879926_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4914328990023792088</id><published>2010-02-05T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:19:53.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collations of my love ones :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w1IgkDPBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/--o-nBr1nKM/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434777270625713170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w1IgkDPBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/--o-nBr1nKM/s320/DSC00421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouh yeah ! Thats the new look of Sally. Took out her ferring. She look more fearsome , doesnt she ? Aha ! Last week , went to full service herr. Did something inside her , nobody can noe uhh. ahaha. Surprise with her performance recently. She did quite well in handling hurdles everyday. OMG ! im so in love with you baby :) i will take good care of yourself okayy ? kalau super for version S wa leh tailgate , fuhh , da cukop terror uhh nie sally. Girl , wo ai ni ! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434777676483767986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w1gIgJrrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UN4vr2zgsy4/s320/IMG000052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.O.M.L i would like to name this beautiful ladyy. I admit , recently , i didnt spent much time with her like last time. As i explain to you dear , i have to wake up early in the morning, dhen go thru the jam when goin home , so im damn tired. Im really sorry sweetheart. Sometimes when i get to tired , i just dhun wanna go thru that stupid jam. Therefore , i have to be at checkpoint before 5pm. Really sorry dear. Yesterday before i took a nap , i browse back all your old post , bout you writing me things. When i read it as overall , i manage to find only one thing , i noe you love me , and me too. After i off my lappy , suddently your picture appear in my mind. When i kept starring at your picture that is in my mind , it really touches me deep inside my heart , saying that how could i not love you bie ? how am i suppose to live in this world without your love ? theres lot of questions but i just cant say it out loud. Im just happy that i have you currently , and i hope its forever. Loving you is like a daily thing to do. My heart , soul , and myself , belongs to you Sharizan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.O.M.L = Love Of My Life &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4914328990023792088?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4914328990023792088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4914328990023792088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4914328990023792088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4914328990023792088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/02/collations-of-my-love-ones.html' title='Collations of my love ones :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S2w1IgkDPBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/--o-nBr1nKM/s72-c/DSC00421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-1113039622119692613</id><published>2010-01-24T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:43:29.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling is still there for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S1xAF_UMy4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cdx1mAEm4N4/s1600-h/17278_259260822747_538297747_3231089_1086934_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430285722341657474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S1xAF_UMy4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cdx1mAEm4N4/s320/17278_259260822747_538297747_3231089_1086934_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever see someone for the first time and then you say something to yourself " This girl is important to me. " have been in that situation ? Yarr , i did. All this happen on a special day i would like to called it , " 15th July ". A sweet study date leads me to love someone just for hours. At first , that girl was not my type. She dyed her hair , wore coloured contact lens and yarr , her dressing sometimes disturbs me too. But i kept telling myself , till when i wanna be this way ? Life has to change , and so i go for her. Shes worth going after for and now , congratulations , we have been 6 months plus together , alhamdulillah. Eversince the special day , we had gone thru the thicks and thins together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in my previous relationship with fatima , sometimes it gets tight and lose and sometimes situations are perfect. So getting the experience from what she has thought me over the five years really helps me alot in my relationship with this lady. Thank you fatima :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every moment i spent with this lady , i will never forget. She does bring in some new stuff into my life. One of it is , ' Love doesnt need to be serious at all times '. Ive been holding to that eversince. So yuup , we spent most of our times laughing , joking and shares stories bout her bestfriend and me , bout my love of my life , Sally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But things doesnt go the way i expected. Sometimes i do feel that im being neglected , not being appreciated by her. I even have the feeling that she shares her love for two person. A few months past , something struct into my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a relationship , i have to trust her , and her too. Never have negative thoughts , but sometimes its okay to have one cause that negative thoughts is what have been leading us till today. I do have isuues with her bestfriend , aiman. Always in my heart , saying im just a visitor came knocking onto someones door , asking for love in a begging manner. Disturb other peoples love life. Im sorry Aiman , i didnt know that sharizan is that important to you and you too sayang. If i noe you guys do have feelings for each other , i wont be interfering into both of your lives. Im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im the kind of guy who cant be bother to fight for girls because i noe is not worth a cent although i used to be one , rescuing the love of my life last time , fatima. But as i say , things need to change around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayang , im really really sorry if i ever had add burden into your life. Never i intended to do so. In this beautiful world , only ALLAH s.w.t and my loving mother knows how much i love you. Even you yourself dhun have any idea how much you mean to me. I would sacrifies anything just to have you , but not fighting for you. Dear , i always wanna see a smile on your face and i will do anthing for it. Trust me. Any place in spore you wanna go , named it , i will learn how to go there and poof , we will be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayang , you are the love of my life. How am i gonna face reality if you are not here by me ? How am i suppose to continue my life and move on without you ? Honey , i love you so much. Just dhun take advantage on me cause it sucks. Doesnt mean i say it , youve did it before okay ? Its just for to you remember , thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive just read your blog , and it tells me that you really miss your bestfriend. Okay , now i understand how it feels when you miss your bestfriend , which im currently feeling right now. Do whats best for you and just a reminder dear , know your limits :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till here then. I still have things to be let out but i think , its best not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That lady im refering to is ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nur Sharizan Binte Selamat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Bie , love you always :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-1113039622119692613?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/1113039622119692613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=1113039622119692613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1113039622119692613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/1113039622119692613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-is-still-there-for-me.html' title='The feeling is still there for me.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S1xAF_UMy4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cdx1mAEm4N4/s72-c/17278_259260822747_538297747_3231089_1086934_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2513218189512787359</id><published>2010-01-03T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:51:02.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out with my love.  | Feel sorry for you as well |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S0FI4VbVPaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AWSYzRE-dKU/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422695558992444834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S0FI4VbVPaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AWSYzRE-dKU/s320/DSC00101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               Ouh Sally , you are a button ! Loveee :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday getaway i would like to call it. I planned to have a one night stand on the bike around singapore , which we didnt uhh. haha. So first , we went to eat at al ameen. i didnt notice whether the food is nice or not cause im too happy uhh. get to ride with for bikes together. 2 RXZs , one KR and one X1 " st 11 " haha. so after we had our supper at 12am , we headed to bukit panjang to pick up someone. yaa , secrett. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that , we proceed to kent ridge park. The road up was soo super fun uhh. lots of left and right. then got one steep slope sia. with rafiq as a pillion , my bike can die ! that guy is full of sins thats why he is heavy. haha. so we went there , talk talk , have fun and started talking bout someone. otw down back to the main road , fren skidded and fall. wtF ! that is scary okayy ! ask whether he is okayy or not. then i tried his bike to check whether is there any damages or not. so my other fren wanted to help my fren that is injured , and he park his bike. and wallah ! the bike timber to the left ! haha. we had a laugh. but one of us had phoebia. we cool her down and yarr , we carry on. we had our long long conversation and we headed to changi beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat there and the breeze was superb. people started to disturb each other.  names not to be mentioned  dhen we went to a sight where theres a lot of bapok ! haha. and not surprise to see a group of bikers hanging around there. haiyoo , to small la guys to do such things. headed to buy nasi lemak and sat at the other side of the beach. me and one of my fren had a talk bout my life. you noe what ? Frens are love. whatever it is , fren will always be there , for you. talk and talk till 7++ am dhen me make a move. otw to woodlands , fren bike create a problem which its kinda scary uhh. lucky the machine can still move. slowly stroll back to woodlands and hang around again. bla bla bla , and i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to you :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Congrats on what you have achieve ever since the day ive started calling you ' fren '. when i get to know youre attach , kinda happy for you , yes , i did. really did. month pass , i see lots of things that i think you shouldnt be facing. youre sincere in your relationship. a wonderful human like you deserve to be treated better than that. i want to help you , as a fren , but people might think that i still do have feelings for you. yes , i do love you , as a fren. but still , im not allow to help. but whatever it is , i noe you more. youre one strong human. use whatever experience you have been thru in a relationship. hope you last long with him. i do have faith in you. try your best to be the best for him okay ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loves :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2513218189512787359?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2513218189512787359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2513218189512787359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2513218189512787359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2513218189512787359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-out-with-my-love-feel-sorry-for-you.html' title='A day out with my love.  | Feel sorry for you as well |'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/S0FI4VbVPaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AWSYzRE-dKU/s72-c/DSC00101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-5004668050143832249</id><published>2009-12-27T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:31:25.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Sallyzan and Sally :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/SzcpXRUNQjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mfSnBFcuJoE/s1600-h/20546_1315738176469_1321164365_30906545_4745989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419846156325569074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/SzcpXRUNQjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mfSnBFcuJoE/s320/20546_1315738176469_1321164365_30906545_4745989_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So readers , my week for this week has been sweet. Nothing can beat this week sweet. its so damn sweet till i cant imagine how sweet more it can be :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So monday was the day , my first ever ride in spore with sally ! haha. she look so gorgeous in spore. huhu. My plan was to surprise my sharizan. Not to tell her that i had my insurance already butt , she was to hard to be surprised. haha. plan to go to mummy's work dhen to cemetry with her. but just too bad , she cant make it. so yarr , its okay. so invite rafiq instead. Otw home from cemetry , the rain was like , heavy and heavy and damn heavy. haha. so wet uhh seii. so yarr , i ended there. but wait , i just wanna take a look at my girlfriend. i told her that im gonna pass her perfume that mummy lisa bought for her. cause i scard it will break uhh. but that was just the sake of saying. my motive was to meet her laa. miss her soo much ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday is the day that im looking forward too. My first ever ride with my SHARIZAN ! ahhh ! how much happier can that be ? ! so fetch her under her block and we head to orchard. i tell you , my girlfriend with her jeans jacket , she look sooo , argh ! so rockish and loving and most important of all , shes pretty. yeah you heard me. haha. so otw to orchard , a heavy down pour hit onto us. and i swear , im scard at that point of time ! Hey hello , anak dara orang pat belakang beh hujan ! 1st time mah. so on the highway , speed was 60km all the way. play safe , ride slowly. huhu. so reached orchard and had KFC ! wah , the zinger burger is killing me man ! so seeddaaaapp ! dhen we went to far east to buy for sharizan's christmas gift exchange with her frens but too bad , cant find one. after that , my deary wanted to go to a place in punggol. Something like a jetty uh for me and her to hang around. so round the whole punggol and walllaaaah ! didnt find it actually. she look upset. im sorry my dear. will find it together again okay baby ? so instead , we went to a place. like very big place uhh. at . . . cannot tell uhh. haha. not cannot tell. i dhun even noe the place name la. so hang around there and we were night gazing. baby , from the bottom of my heart ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10am reach school. Nobody was ther for lab. so me and mizi went to mustafa centre. just look around and he teach me the way to orchard. thanks bro. love you baby :) haha. so yar , pick up shafrool and went homeyy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met my dearest again. planned to do our 1500 words essay. perh ! so decided to go to jurong library. thanks to abg feeq , we are unable to find the place. hey hello , 2hrs okay on the bike searching for that , argh ! so finally , we ended up at woodland point mcdonald. sayang didnt had anything so we ate mac, and its her treat ! haha. so our mcm paham , we like as if wanna complete the essay uh. but no , we went to our port. the big place i mentioned earlier ? remember. so yar , we reach there. and had camwhoring session. our wedding photo laa. some with helmets , shades and even cap ! weird but nice, that girlfriend of mine is so cute that she cant even lift her head up with the helmet on when she fell backwards onto the ground ! haha. i was laughing like whatever uhh ! so funny yet so cute. love her kiddy kiddy side. took lots of pic , and one of it , she kissed me. thats the pic above. i mean , can i ever find an exact girl like Nur Sharizan ? no. hee :) awak , you noe , when im blogging nie , actually , i feel like im talking to you. im missing you bie :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ily . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas. Public holiday. Hate that. Missing my girlfriend. Really , not lying. So went to my cousin house , around my area also. spent time with them till 1 am and went home. yarr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my cousin went jamming. introducing to them my skills. haha. nothing much that we could play as most of the song dhey noe , i dunnoe. what i noe , dhey dunnoe. haha. yar. so dhey slept over my house to watch soccer. all the match played was so boring ! when liverpool game started , i slept. perfect timing rite ? haha. sorry guys , eyes are too heavy to open uhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basicly went to their house to clean their garden and yarr , we did it. look so lawa laa. my father mother and wak su all started to plant plant. plant plant ? whatever uhh. and here im blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God , please tell her that im missing her. Her messages that she sent me really touches my heart. bie , we will go okay on tuesday ? im really missing you. im not lying. which we were married. i love you bie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-5004668050143832249?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/5004668050143832249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=5004668050143832249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5004668050143832249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/5004668050143832249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/12/fun-with-sallyzan-and-sally.html' title='Fun with Sallyzan and Sally :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/SzcpXRUNQjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mfSnBFcuJoE/s72-c/20546_1315738176469_1321164365_30906545_4745989_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-4030668569655306877</id><published>2009-12-13T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:11:08.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little crush ? Or love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/SyTn4C2Y4DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/v3RbUEKjaT0/s1600-h/10863_192769474864_742809864_2917065_641191_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414707602029862962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/SyTn4C2Y4DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/v3RbUEKjaT0/s320/10863_192769474864_742809864_2917065_641191_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been five month since ive had a girlfriend and till now. Never will i forget , the first day we had together. Studying while allowing ourselves feeling comfortable. Telling each other bout our past and problems. And it seems that we have known each other for years. During our coversation , you told me something bout yourself . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had someone , going after you. for months." You even call that guy a psycho. " The phrase that i quote , made me make the first step to love you. That phrase tells me that you didnt like that thing happening. So i think its ouhkeh for me to love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months past and i had a great time with you. Sharing our love together , showing sincerity and caring for each other. and i get to know you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dhun believe in forever nor happily ever after but you believe that someone is meant for another. i kinda worry when you say that but i try to take it positively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things happen , bad to worst. sorry i have to make this confession to you. you are my girlfriend and i think you have the right to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its regarding you and your bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its not the time. When i get to meet you , i will share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Izzit love ? our just a little crush ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have the answers to all the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love for you will never fade unless you force it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-4030668569655306877?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/4030668569655306877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=4030668569655306877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4030668569655306877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/4030668569655306877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-crush-or-love.html' title='Little crush ? Or love ?'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/SyTn4C2Y4DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/v3RbUEKjaT0/s72-c/10863_192769474864_742809864_2917065_641191_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-230178412295380771</id><published>2009-12-13T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T04:26:36.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Havoc week.</title><content type='html'>Sorry readers , if theres any. i didnt blogg anything this week cause this week has been a havoc week for me. Yuup , it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday went great. School started at 8am due to our tutorial make up. aha. cool rite ? i noe. so we had to do this presentation which my group didnt do a single thing. but someone safe my groups life. Atiqah , the sweet lady in my class. yearpp. Actually , the presentation need to be done by 2 sub groups , which atiqah did. so to repay her , i did all the talking and she did all the clicking. at first , she'd promise to take turns in presenting but ended up i did all the work. but kinda happening though. i have to admit , since my group started working with atiqah's group , im getting closer to her. haha. i dhun mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dissapointing Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to skip tutorials just to meet sharizan. accompany her to the polyclinic due to some infections on her eye whatever uhh. huhu. so waited for her for 20 mins i cud say. forgotten her ezlink card. but its ouhkeh. so headed to woodlands poly and yar , get our queue num. i didnt remember but i swear , it took me bout , dunnoe , 1hr + just for her to meet the doc. haha. but the polyclinic i could say , theres lorts of renovation laa sia. cooley. so get her med and headed to cozwae to buy her food. nobody at home at that time , so need to buy one for her self if not she will be starve to death. so she headed home and i headed to school. she left her phone with me. blablabla, sch went as per normal. dhen decided to stay back for awhile for project work. but something really unexpected happen. and it sucks and damn sucks. and that point of time , my day has turn to a . . . dhen met rafiq to hang ard. need to tell him my problems. he's one of my understanding frens uhh. he gave me good advice met sharizan and gave her phone back to her. hang ard her block and went off. This suckish feeling , hope you dhun experience it although you have cause it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Useless Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really remember anything uhh. but what i noe i did went home with sharizan. so while going home with her , i did ask her this ques , which the answer was totally what i was not hoping for. for me , its like , " whats the point uh ? ". dhun wanna say anything uh after that. so met mizi to clear all our projects. met at 9pm and end our projects at 1am. cool kaper ? haha. and he's one good friend. advice never fail to come out of his mouth. thanks bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracking my brain to think what happen but im just too stress right now.&lt;br /&gt;Next !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neglected Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach school at 8am. need to do preparation for role play thingy. everything went well and we even manage to get A+ for our presentation ! Love you guys man ! haha. text sharizan early in the morning. told her to make herself free cause im goin to talk things out with her but , her friends wanted to meet her. she cancelled our meeting and met her friends. sometimes i feel that &lt;em&gt;im being neglected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-230178412295380771?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/230178412295380771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=230178412295380771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/230178412295380771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/230178412295380771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/12/havoc-week.html' title='Havoc week.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2465859592094470866</id><published>2009-11-27T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:23:32.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming from fantasy to reality :)</title><content type='html'>Hey readers outside , if theres any , sorry i didnt blog for soo long. due to my lazy me. im so going to start of with my TP test. Alhamdulillah , i passes ! woohoo ! let me share some stories during my TP test. i need to be there 7.50am sharp at bbdc. so due to my interest in bike , i woke up at 5.30am ! head to the shower room and had my subur prayers. it has been a long time. you get what i mean uhh. trying to change myself. insyaallah. dhen i dressed up and drank this drink. my nenek get it from the mosque. air " zikir ". since i was young . i 100% believe in this. serious. dhen my father gave me some advice. do not u turn yourself back home when you forget something and dhun singgah anywhere. straight away go bbdc. so i took his advice. reach bbdc , more dhen half was there. at that point of time , theres no nervousness. sumpah la seeiii. dhen headed for the warm up and yeah , get it all right. so decided to go for 2nd round cause im not consistence. yuup , i am. so yeah , everything went well. so while waiting , i talk to a guy , name yus. know him during my self practice. so talk to him , i felt nothing still. as if TP test was nothing. dhen my turn was called. " 83 to 91 please proceed outside. " i swear at that point of time , my knee was shaking , and my mouth is doing this " bismillahhirahmanirahim ! ahas ! kumat kamit siol mulot. yeah so did everything and i feel that i did like so suckish uhh. never check junction all uhh. dhen got some stupid things happen oso. stupid ! so after completing circuit and road , proceed to room 5 with this guy i dunnoe who uhh. friendly uhh. so sat beside him and started talking. i even made a bet with him. if i were to pass , i will lick his ass and kiss him on the forehead. crazy rite ? i noe. haha. then its our group announcement. number 83 to 91 , number 90 and 83 please step out. those whose number being called out , means dhey fail the test. mine was 87. guess what ? i pass ! yahhoooo ! so i kiss his forehead la seii. haha ! to happy uhh ! but of cause didnt lick his ass. huhu. told my girlfriend that i fail. haha. cool kaper. dhen made all the way to sch to meet my dearest ijan. went home and we , i mean me , had carrot cake for lunch. she didnt ate. cause she cakap da makan. gendut ! dhen went home. so yeah , as gf blog says , waiting for 1.5k drop from the sky dhen we are going to head to JB from shopping ! yeah ! both of us get C for bio test ! im happy but she kinda dissapointed laaa. wanted a B. its okey bie , work harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my KR 150 , cant wait to ride you darling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love Nur Sharizan much much ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2465859592094470866?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2465859592094470866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2465859592094470866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2465859592094470866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2465859592094470866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/11/becoming-from-fantasy-to-reality.html' title='Becoming from fantasy to reality :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-2505021654718022249</id><published>2009-11-20T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:11:37.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nothing much to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God , please tell her im sorry and im missing her already :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ily Nur Sharizan . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-2505021654718022249?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/2505021654718022249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=2505021654718022249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2505021654718022249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/2505021654718022249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-316600862056858821</id><published>2009-11-10T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:58:48.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its her :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Svk4UYAUJXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NqJOuddQPR8/s1600-h/Image153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402411150699930994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Svk4UYAUJXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NqJOuddQPR8/s320/Image153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Svk4OWoJjxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CctvWzCyHmU/s1600-h/Image150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402411047250923282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Svk4OWoJjxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CctvWzCyHmU/s320/Image150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday blues. yarr , as usual. Wanted not to go to skewl coz i didnt sleep the previous day. my eyes was so heavy to open. its like 367 pound human sitting on top of my eyes. walauweii. so decided to text rain , ask for a ride to skewl. and he say okeh ! love you my curly fren ! haha. so headed to every lessons. boring , boring and boring. im so waiting to go home cause im gonna go home with sharizan. yuup , ding dong , its 1pm. met her and went straight to our 2nd home which is civic mac. my dear sharizan wanted to watch ' syurga cinta ' with me cause she find me handsome ! aha ! yuup , i make that up. you guys are clever. huhu. after watching that , we went to this episode when it all started of from my itchy mouth. i showed her a video of me singing the song crazier. and she was soooo into it of listening to it. we were laughing all the way i cud say. i was trying to avoid her from listening to it by chatting to my friends at msn. but it seems not to work uh. haha. she manage to grab my lappy. dhen both of us was like placing our head on the laptop as the volume was too soft seii. although it sounds stupid , but yar , we love each other. so after a few hours there , we lift our butts up and go home which we didnt. why ? bcause this sharizan of mine was using her sis jeans ! dhen she pakat with her lil sis , siti , to text her once her sis has go to sleep. while waiting for her sis to sleep , we decided to lepaks. chey , like matreps and minahreps seii. haha. and i swear we cudden find any sits ! few mins la seii we find seats. dhen manage to get one. started talking , dhen we play this game called " pepsi cola one two three ! " played that before ? in short , people called it thumb wrestling. actually , i made dhem up too. people dhun call that laa. haha. and no one win. why ? actually , i dunnoe lehs.why uh ijan ? dhen this deary of mine says , " nak lawan kiter arm wrestling ? " i swear i was shock. aha. theres a winner for this game ! The winner is . . . Muhd Shafeeq ! thank you , thank you. i am suppose to win. im a guy. if i didnt win , i wouldnt post it. haha.rain started pouring and we walk off la from there. stroll slowly and blablabla. met this open garden. cool la. got sunflowers , got cat. i like. talk talk talk , her sis text , says that her kakak sleep already. so sent her home and wallaa , done. waited for daddy after that. while waiting , i kept thinking , how wud my life be without Nur Sharizan Binte Selamat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ily baby girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-316600862056858821?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/316600862056858821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=316600862056858821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/316600862056858821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/316600862056858821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-her.html' title='Its her :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Svk4UYAUJXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NqJOuddQPR8/s72-c/Image153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-224098202642220907</id><published>2009-11-05T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:09:04.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening to boring . .</title><content type='html'>A day i wud called toning [ if the spelling is rite uh ]. woke up ard 7.20am just be sure that im not late to meet ijan as her first lesson will be lab. So yar , as a gentleman , i woke up , try to get in time to meet her. Ended up , yarr , you're right , i waited for 10 mins. haha. what i care , i love her. as usual , since the day we started to &amp;amp;^%$ each other , we always go skewl together. so for me , train trip from woodlands to yio chu kang changes from boring to happening. dhen we walk like , i dunnoe what to describe uh. i swear , today was the first time she walk faster than me and im amazed ! she can walk really fast :) so took the stairs instead of lift. from level 2 , she went up to level 4. FOR ME ! , level 2 to level 6 ! i swear i was breathless at that time. [ fat already mah ] dehn went for my tut , customer service. it was fun uh, keezi was an asshole i cud say. make classmate life difficult ! haha. but he is a good actor you noe. i get to be the service provider. and i tell you what , although ive work as a service provider before , that particular tut , my service was totally rotten ! haha. smiling and laughing all the way ! gundu. dhen went to north canteen after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture arrived. ijan's favourite topic , bout babies. haha. i find her so loving towards children uh. * smiling widely * so it started of with the stages of giving birth. dhen something really struct into my brain, i saw the pic of . .  ahhhh ! haha, bluek ! ask ijan , maybe she noes. haha. dhen , the video , live ! baby coming out from somewhere ! walaowei , i swear at that point of time , i had phoebia. haha. * to my future wife , not to worry. during your labour , i'll be there for you 24hrs * haha. The process of birth can only be describe with one word, miracle. Poof , done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now still in sch , waiting for rain. belo nyer budak , habes lambat. straight kan rambot kau pakai iron gosok baju aru tau. straight for life, rebonding pon kala. haha ! =)&lt;br /&gt;till here beings , good day and have a nice weekend !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ She wants our children to have the color of my eyes and the shape of hers ] ily :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-224098202642220907?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/224098202642220907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=224098202642220907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SHE CAN BE EVERYTHING !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3257159171238490485?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3257159171238490485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3257159171238490485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3257159171238490485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3257159171238490485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-that-matters.html' title='ALL THAT MATTERS :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/SvJUx25dmUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iSGm7X_w1wo/s72-c/Image130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-7345924510990296433</id><published>2009-11-01T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:46:10.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Su5xQ7Htg4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Dgo5S60Dcnk/s1600-h/Image122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399377538825683842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Su5xQ7Htg4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Dgo5S60Dcnk/s320/Image122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shes gorgeous ! agree ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to dedicate this song to someone special , sweet , pretty , loving, caring and irritating sometimes :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this happens on that particular day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Love At First Sight "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ive not trusted girl , for a long long time&lt;br /&gt;Till ive met you , you've really change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The first time i look into your eyes , you've remind me bout a love&lt;br /&gt;and about that i cant denied , its true ive fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;The first time i look into your eyes , you have melted my heart&lt;br /&gt;thats how special you are , and thats how you win my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When i see you , talk to you or even smile to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my heart beats fast , this shows that im in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sweetheart , i must confess , you've reminded me bout my past love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but that doesnt change the way i see you , talk to you or even smile to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more or less , i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ Solo ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When i see you , talk to you or even smile to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my heart beats fast , this shows that im in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sweetheart , i must confess , you've reminded me bout my past love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but that doesnt change the way i see you , talk to you or even smile to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more or less , i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love you , but it means nothing to me ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you dont love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But its ok , i will wait till the time comes ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when your heart is ready , to accept my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sharizan , i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No matter what it takes , i will still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ plucking of the guitar ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-7345924510990296433?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/7345924510990296433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=7345924510990296433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7345924510990296433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7345924510990296433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/11/15th-july-2009.html' title='15th July 2009'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Su5xQ7Htg4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Dgo5S60Dcnk/s72-c/Image122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-3876390129237824897</id><published>2009-10-21T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:22:18.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dum dum di dum dum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/St_r6LJ6uMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5pxCutzemlM/s1600-h/8818_155104647724_752772724_2650974_5438892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395290263272470722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/St_r6LJ6uMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5pxCutzemlM/s320/8818_155104647724_752772724_2650974_5438892_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a suddhen , liyana vogue text me ! haha ! who ? my dear fren from attachment from ite simei. that gurl is violent i tell you. haha. but shes swit i cud say. i did gave a piece of card , saying selamat harie rayer if im not wrong with my email add inside. haha. dhen our last day of attachment , she did gave me a piece of paper. suhwit ! aha. to shafeeq handsome , from liyana jambu. haha. and the content wrote this " i love you ! blueks ! " haha. yuup , with the blueks. shes fun la actually. and now waiting for her to reply but maybe shes studying. hope you can manage ur studies , and im sure of that. remember what you wanna be ? what geo blablabla ? haha. you go gurl ! bubbye fren ! =) thats her btw :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1865277593965500532-3876390129237824897?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/3876390129237824897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=3876390129237824897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3876390129237824897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/3876390129237824897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/10/dum-dum-di-dum-dum.html' title='dum dum di dum dum.'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/St_r6LJ6uMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5pxCutzemlM/s72-c/8818_155104647724_752772724_2650974_5438892_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1865277593965500532.post-7329468763990728282</id><published>2009-10-14T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:55:02.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally , idah is chatting with me. haha. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/StWCE59PX9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/b13y43fSgWs/s1600-h/13102009(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392359149634805714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/StWCE59PX9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/b13y43fSgWs/s320/13102009(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as a true fren , i will introduce to you who is who. they look alike rite ? durrhh ! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TWINS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yellow scarf - &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nur Khalidah Binte Jasmani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White scarf - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nur Khalilah Binte Jasmani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here it comes . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i d a h and u dun even know, cause i never let it show; says:&lt;/span&gt; Heyaaa!! must it be me to say hie ferst?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Muhd Shafeeq - ? more days to TP . says:&lt;/span&gt; harluu. sorie2. aru tadie comment your facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;our 1st chat since decade. aha. nola. but quite sometimes didnt msn with her. maklum la , shafeeq kan suker jual mahal. aha. lets open a story nak ? tentang shafeeq and&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; khalidah&lt;/span&gt;. we were frens. since when ? KINDERGARDEN ! aha. cool kan ? she has a twin. i called her LAH ! so after our kindergarden life , surprisingly , we ended up in the same pri school. we do talk and yar , blablabla. aha. but to bad , it didnt last long. secondary school , we went differnt ways. shes brighter , that is why ! aha. but we do contact each other la. not that often. so i study real hard in secondary school for 5 years [like real] and the twins study real hard for 4 years. o levels went great for them ! alhamdulillah. so both choose NYP. sorry to say this , but till now im confuse , what course are they in. iziit biomedical something ? aha. so during sec 5 , me study hard , haha ! like real. o levels didnt came gud. just enuf to enter poly , nursing. Guess what ? NYP accepted me ! my main reason for my happiness is because i can see my twins , AGAIN ! aha. 1st i remember , i saw &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; 1st. kept asking "maner &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;khalidah&lt;/span&gt; ?" PSYCHO RITE ? haha. but finally , fuhh. dapat jumpe her ! i was so like cair gitu kan ! huhu. at 1st , i was kinda shy la. haha. but as day pass , okeh , get use to it. fluent talk eu cud say. till sometimes , both of dhem dissapear again. haha. till now la never meet. soo , this is the 1st chat for months and weeks. im happy , and again , im happy ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FRIENDS !&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/1865277593965500532-7329468763990728282?l=abangsapik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/feeds/7329468763990728282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1865277593965500532&amp;postID=7329468763990728282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7329468763990728282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1865277593965500532/posts/default/7329468763990728282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangsapik.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-idah-is-chatting-with-me-haha.html' title='Finally , idah is chatting with me. haha. :)'/><author><name>Sapik =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086891183883228675</uri><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/_SeqtcVCwTW4/Sno7ud1X2uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEZuOb7Nl8k/S220/DSC00477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeqtcVCwTW4/StWCE59PX9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/b13y43fSgWs/s72-c/13102009(013).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
