<?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-4357795107704513988</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:47:34.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PURE LUST</title><subtitle type='html'>Love her or Hate her.
Admire her or Envy her.
This is she,Fifie.
She blog whatever she wants.
She will do whatever she likes.
She will tell everything about her.
Now readers,its up to you to judge her who she is.
Hey...No one in this world is PERFECT.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-4755184933388509687</id><published>2008-09-09T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:28:51.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SMdL6q0feBI/AAAAAAAAADo/-MwyC5yvy-A/s1600-h/ernie%26fifie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244243762395183122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SMdL6q0feBI/AAAAAAAAADo/-MwyC5yvy-A/s200/ernie%26fifie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My creation! I Love it! So does she,my buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SMdL1ATipaI/AAAAAAAAADg/AaNbVsTRbOk/s1600-h/nama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244243665083344290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SMdL1ATipaI/AAAAAAAAADg/AaNbVsTRbOk/s200/nama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once I finished creating these, I MMS to them straight away. Bad mood turned to Good once they received it. =)&lt;br /&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/4357795107704513988-4755184933388509687?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4755184933388509687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=4755184933388509687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/4755184933388509687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/4755184933388509687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-creation-i-love-it-so-does-shemy.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SMdL6q0feBI/AAAAAAAAADo/-MwyC5yvy-A/s72-c/ernie%26fifie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-2361481045262083960</id><published>2008-08-14T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:43:45.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Friends or only Substitute Friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I used to be closed to them. Very closed. Closed till where they were, I will always be there for sure. But now, not anymore. Even before when I'm with my dear we are not that close. Only when they are alone,had problems or arguement among them then they will look for me. Or else, they will left me out. Eventhough they will asked me to come along with them, I will still be left out because they will laughed or talked about something that I didnt know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haiz..That is why I will think twice before going out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My ex-colleague or so called best friend used to be. Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We were very closed. Even when we went partying,went drinking or chilling always together too. But what happened now? After u quit and work in that line that you want, you will still call me, asked me out and will always dropped by and see me. You will listened to my problems and i will listened to yours and each other will gave their own advice but now... Where are all your calls? So busy? hmm.. Cant even reply my msgs? sigh! You will only msg me when you need my help. Sadness! Guess you have your new friends now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The most sensitive friend I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You are so sensitive till I have to watch out my words that came out from my mouth. Sometimes I feel sad and pity of you because of your sensitiveness alot of people hate you that is why I care so much about you but sometimes you take me for granted. When you need some help then you will look for me. But when I need help are you there for me? sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I always help my friends but when Im in need, are they there for me? In fact, they like dont even care or bother about it. Should have listened to my dear. Stop being nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To me my only truely friend is my buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dear always said to me, "No friends wont die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I replied,"Nope! Except for my buddy. I will die without her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357795107704513988-2361481045262083960?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2361481045262083960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=2361481045262083960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/2361481045262083960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/2361481045262083960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-or-only-substitute-friends-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-85738890568099367</id><published>2008-08-14T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:07:20.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Say.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel sucky for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sucky!sucky!sucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wanted to cry,but I cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wanted to scream and let out all my sucky feelings out but still I cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then, I finally realised that I cant do it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've been keeping all my problems to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Only some to my dear but the remaining are still in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Had bad dreams too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Really bad till I dare not sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm scared of losing my VIPs. So scared because I've been losing quite a number of my closed friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At least my buddy's friends are always there for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Two guys that love her and have a bestfriends that can make her happy too when I'm not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But me, I have only my dear. Only he can make me smile and forget about all my problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But not my friends buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357795107704513988-85738890568099367?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/85738890568099367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=85738890568099367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/85738890568099367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/85738890568099367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-say.html' title='She Say.....'/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-1157584838267606517</id><published>2008-08-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:34:44.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;BUDDY BUDDY!!!! SHE MISSES YOU ALOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;REALLY! REALLY!DONT THINK SHES FORGET YOU LOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;     HUGS AN KISSES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357795107704513988-1157584838267606517?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1157584838267606517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=1157584838267606517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/1157584838267606517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/1157584838267606517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/08/buddy-buddy-she-misses-you-alot-really.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-1673976925477702625</id><published>2008-08-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:30:48.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;August! August! its her month. Everytime when it comes to August, she will feel happy and cheerful. Very special month... Maybe its her birhtday month thats why she is feeling happy and cheeful! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not even her birthday yet. She received presents from her sweet mummy,her colleagues and even her friends. Treat her to swensen's and sang her a BIRTHDAY song. Wahaha! So happy! And  the most sweetest thing ever was her mummy!!! Early in the morning, cheer her up by surprising her with a nice white gold necklace.. Awww.. Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sweet isnt she.. Love her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;To Her, Every single day in August is her special day=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357795107704513988-1673976925477702625?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1673976925477702625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=1673976925477702625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/1673976925477702625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/1673976925477702625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-august-its-her-month.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-763954373366038072</id><published>2008-06-12T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:52:07.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SFHtQG9TTMI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTBrh8gfnWY/s1600-h/15-03-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211207104845794498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SFHtQG9TTMI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTBrh8gfnWY/s200/15-03-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 In maxstudio. Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SFHtFAAIsHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9_FqwztQVmU/s1600-h/1_865922832l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211206914000072818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SFHtFAAIsHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9_FqwztQVmU/s200/1_865922832l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Miss going back alone together with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Buddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading your blog hurts me alot. Im a bad bestfriend. I've been neglecting you for the past 3 months since I'm with him. Usually you will come first in my life followed by my boyfriend but now, everything is him. I dont know why I always listening to him. What he wants me to do, I will definitely do. Is not that Im scared of him. Its just that I hate seeing his fuck up face that will end up argueing. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what I have done to our friendship. You still my bestest friend in my life. You are still the one that I love the most. No matter where I go or with him, you are still always in my mind. I will promise you that we can be like last time. Promise. I just need to knock some sense to him. But you see..... I cant do that by myself. You need to let your feelings out to him too. Let him know how you feel. Remember, he is your close friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm in between. I dont know what to do. I just want him to understand me. I just want him to let me do my part as a bestfriend too. He always told me friends are not important but I will reply,"No...Ernie is different.She is my lover.She is important to me."&lt;br /&gt;Sob sob sob....&lt;br /&gt;I just want him to understand me. Understand Us. He is the best boyfriend ever but he is the only guy that wants me to follow everything what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much buddy. Love you and miss you alot. I will promise you that we can be like last time. Promise you. I'm sad for what I have done. I'm a bad bad bestfriend trying to be a good girlfriend not knowing that her buddy needs her. I'm sucks! I make my buddy down. I'm sorry. I will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too.&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/4357795107704513988-763954373366038072?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/763954373366038072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=763954373366038072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/763954373366038072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/763954373366038072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-buddy-reading-your-blog-hurts-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SFHtQG9TTMI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTBrh8gfnWY/s72-c/15-03-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-8610141608187057005</id><published>2008-06-08T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:44:28.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Start back to work. Busy busy working and spending time with her love. Received alot of news. Good and bad news. Sigh! She is happy for you but at the same time she is sad too. To you my Friend, she's going to miss you alot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;sof[i]dah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357795107704513988-8610141608187057005?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8610141608187057005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=8610141608187057005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/8610141608187057005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/8610141608187057005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/start-back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-6632238075396234057</id><published>2008-05-25T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:52:08.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDpasFF4UcI/AAAAAAAAADA/enJj15CXddU/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204572032707613122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDpasFF4UcI/AAAAAAAAADA/enJj15CXddU/s200/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;There you go... Her cutie nieces!! They really made her day. She was so fucking excited seeing them. Gorgeous little rascals. Although she had dress up for her Bro's party later at night,she still dont mind playing with them. All the sweating was really worth it! Haha.. Beautiful nieces! Love them. Muacks muacks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDpalVF4UbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iBqdGjJLMAU/s1600-h/24-05-08_2252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204571916743496114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDpalVF4UbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iBqdGjJLMAU/s200/24-05-08_2252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She left at 9pm with her boifey from uncle's house to see her Bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDpaaFF4UaI/AAAAAAAAACw/xgEHRhQqbnM/s1600-h/25-05-08_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204571723469967778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDpaaFF4UaI/AAAAAAAAACw/xgEHRhQqbnM/s200/25-05-08_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Met them at home and took cab straight to O bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDpaLVF4UZI/AAAAAAAAACo/_fwK-TV6xEA/s1600-h/25-05-08_0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204571470066897298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDpaLVF4UZI/AAAAAAAAACo/_fwK-TV6xEA/s200/25-05-08_0424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a night. Bro drank alot. He was wasted. If his not, he could enjoy his Birhtday. And ya! This was her first time in a club perspire all the way! Sucks! Song was nice. Crowd too but what the fuck! Hello O bar!! Call the maintenance to fix the air-con!!! She even find a spot where could feel the air-con to dance! What the hack la! Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways....Overall was ermm...Ok but still the best part of the day was meeting the gorgeous little rascals..Aaww.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sof[i]dah&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/4357795107704513988-6632238075396234057?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6632238075396234057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=6632238075396234057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/6632238075396234057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/6632238075396234057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDpasFF4UcI/AAAAAAAAADA/enJj15CXddU/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-7394292799791669626</id><published>2008-05-23T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:42:42.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niece-Bro</title><content type='html'>Cant wait for today! Going to her uncle's house to see her cutie nieces!! She miss them so much! Cant wait! Cant wait! hehe.. She will took their pics or videos and will upload it! Show to your guys how cute they are! Everytime when she see them make her wanna have one of her own.. Love kids.. Love them.. Adorable kids she has ever seen..&lt;br /&gt;Busy day today..&lt;br /&gt;After seeing them, she will go down to city hall and meet her Bro and his gangs. Well, his 25th Birthday today. Happy Birthday you Bro! Anyway Sorry no present so thats why she coming down to celebrate your birthday. Have fun on your birthday Bro. Dont drink to much!! Not good!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357795107704513988-7394292799791669626?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7394292799791669626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=7394292799791669626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/7394292799791669626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/7394292799791669626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/cant-wait-for-today-going-to-her-uncles.html' title='Niece-Bro'/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-5548503163310481996</id><published>2008-05-23T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:24:38.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly She Miss the feeling of LOVE from Her Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do she really need to hold this family back together as one?&lt;br /&gt;Or..&lt;br /&gt;Just let it be the way it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she is weak and feel like giving up totally.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she is too strong and think that she can always bring them back together.&lt;br /&gt;Over-confident,always think that she can make it.&lt;br /&gt;She is always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone and kept quiet for quite some time..&lt;br /&gt;Silent all the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357795107704513988-5548503163310481996?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5548503163310481996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=5548503163310481996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/5548503163310481996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/5548503163310481996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/suddenly-she-miss-feeling-of-love-from.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-270009548922890804</id><published>2008-05-22T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:52:08.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDZEaVF4UWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MBD-YqpurQk/s1600-h/buddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203421638602281314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDZEaVF4UWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MBD-YqpurQk/s200/buddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDZEG1F4UVI/AAAAAAAAACI/E7O0c3d5pvM/s1600-h/13-04-08_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203421303594832210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDZEG1F4UVI/AAAAAAAAACI/E7O0c3d5pvM/s200/13-04-08_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh! Woke up and think bout them. Yes! Her friends. Miss them so badly till they were in her dreams. Bad dream. Shut. Dont want to talk bout it. Shut! Guys, she love you so much. Sorry if She spend too much time with her boifey. Especially you my bestest friend. She has been neglecting you since she started her relationship. Today, she misses you so much till she let her feelings out to her boifey. You are so quiet nowadays. Busy? Remember she on MC n she wants to sleep over at your house. Counting from today, she left 5 days of MC only!! tsk..tsk..tsk.. Buddy, I really miss you and love you the whole lot! *Hugs &amp;amp; kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sof[i]dah&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/4357795107704513988-270009548922890804?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/270009548922890804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=270009548922890804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/270009548922890804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/270009548922890804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/gosh-woke-up-and-think-bout-them.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDZEaVF4UWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MBD-YqpurQk/s72-c/buddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357795107704513988.post-9106809659191814663</id><published>2008-05-21T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:52:08.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDPgxP2vanI/AAAAAAAAABo/VWH0YA2510A/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202749131217398386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDPgxP2vanI/AAAAAAAAABo/VWH0YA2510A/s200/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everything change in a split secs. Like she and Sofi. Close friends in the past and now they are deeply in love. Their relationship is getting closer and closer. Always spend every mins n secs together and will never get bored with each other. Oh well, some people said that this is only the beginning but nope! Dont think so.. They believed they wont get sick and tired with each other. Everyday must meet! Its a must to them! Or else they will miss each other so badly like today!!!!! Sucks!! So suck!! Cant meet up coz he need to do guard duty.. Sigh!! Stay Home Fifie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is day 10 of her medical leave. 2 days hospitalized n 1 day of her assesment at work. Yes!! Getting promoted soon but not to happy with it because she is sick n tired of the job!&lt;br /&gt;Hate working under retail line. Just trying her luck applying this job n she gets it. Now,almost 2 years working with them. Stupid! fuck up job! She Only work for the MONEY!!! tsk..tsk..tsk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut!! She counting down the days to start working. Its 1 week from now!! Yurks!! Better make use of her MC. Today,stay home all day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She miss you guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially You my Bestest friend. You know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sof[i]dah &lt;/div&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/4357795107704513988-9106809659191814663?l=wwwshe-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/feeds/9106809659191814663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357795107704513988&amp;postID=9106809659191814663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/9106809659191814663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357795107704513988/posts/default/9106809659191814663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwshe-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/everything-change-in-split-secs.html' title=''/><author><name>sof[i]dah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01983847067484605517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUkm2V-QSOQ/SDPgxP2vanI/AAAAAAAAABo/VWH0YA2510A/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
