<?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-30512240</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:17:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>immortality.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512240.post-3618608149720506239</id><published>2010-01-28T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:27:56.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a good start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So far 2010 has create quite a few opportunities for me for a lot of reasons. After so much of waiting, I finally got myself a job and will be starting early next month. Im not sure whats new might brings but anyway I have already prepared myself for it. And well hopefully I wont let myself down or anybody. A lot of things went through my mind lately, And mostly what should I get next for myself? Its been awhile since I last shopped. LOL. Maybe I should but myself a thing or two, ATLEAST. Well its not really that important. But career wise, I would wanna save up and pursue my hopes and dreams. Take up a course I love and get myself a cert and go far from there, Insyallah. Anyway, Valentine Day is around the corner! I cant wait. I hope to see you soon reef, MY reef(; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-3618608149720506239?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/3618608149720506239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=3618608149720506239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/3618608149720506239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/3618608149720506239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-good-start.html' title='its a good start.'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-3062207188906503587</id><published>2010-01-05T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:57:26.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its amazing how i feel towards you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/S0L-zM9CYXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/nSkcgXW6Qoo/s1600-h/IMG_3577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423177056911516018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/S0L-zM9CYXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/nSkcgXW6Qoo/s320/IMG_3577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am afraid to love, and yet I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fear is like a wall I walk right through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wall is there, and yet it doesn't stop me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need it still, and yet I still need you.&lt;br /&gt;I know someday we will be in a field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surrounded by the blessing of the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll dance with all the freedom of pure joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needing you without a reason why.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm still afraid that I might lose you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me laugh and cry and be completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my heart, my soul and my everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you are the ultimate reason why I keep on living..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 7months baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been 210 blissful days together with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I couldnt be much in love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every kiss and every breath you gave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just lightens up my everyday needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never wanna be away from you cause at the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still misses you that much as I did when I never see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO baby(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&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/30512240-3062207188906503587?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/3062207188906503587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=3062207188906503587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/3062207188906503587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/3062207188906503587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-amazing-how-i-feel-towards-you.html' title='its amazing how i feel towards you'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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/_4RAPGEwuphw/S0L-zM9CYXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/nSkcgXW6Qoo/s72-c/IMG_3577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512240.post-2481377640655081364</id><published>2010-01-04T17:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:40:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422815464991983538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/S0G17yFXh7I/AAAAAAAAAas/cpMfXCzExc4/s320/93.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422815903961779778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/S0G2VVX7DkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3CL8LLALJAQ/s320/185.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422810423340060018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/S0GxWUd4TXI/AAAAAAAAAak/h-8SPL602cU/s320/bits%26pieces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422816199051941538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/S0G2mgq5lqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ADH8bQ3hnJ0/s320/61.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is only some of the recaps on what happened yesterday. Though I am half guilty for some reason but I had fun with my beloved cousin and sister. It was totally crazy, We took like 480 pictures?, On just that particular day. Its a lot, I know. But we just cant help it. We went to everywhere, and took anywhere that we could possibly go, snap, snap snap! Though it was tiring, we pulled it off, I sould say. Thanks to all for making it all worthwhile. I love you both. Meet up real soon cousin, more to come! Karao-ake/ Coffee/ Movie? I cant wait, counting down the days!  (:&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/30512240-2481377640655081364?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/2481377640655081364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=2481377640655081364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/2481377640655081364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/2481377640655081364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2010/01/blood-ties.html' title='blood ties'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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/_4RAPGEwuphw/S0G17yFXh7I/AAAAAAAAAas/cpMfXCzExc4/s72-c/93.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512240.post-940913178628365191</id><published>2009-12-30T04:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T04:25:37.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>question marks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot of things have happened lately and I'm beginning to wonder what comes next? I've been dreaming about a lot of things lately and it kept me thinking about it over and over again. Past, present and future all at one. For now, I'm appreciating and enjoying what I have rather than what I don't. Though lots of ups and downs I still think that at the end of the day, everything will be all worth it. No pain no gain. Sacrifices made are indeed fully satisfactory, good memories are meant to be treasured no matter how beautiful or awful it were. Well good memories shared with good people. I miss everyone, including you baby(;, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-940913178628365191?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/940913178628365191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=940913178628365191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/940913178628365191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/940913178628365191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/12/question-marks.html' title='question marks?'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-1235589683167282100</id><published>2009-12-04T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:49:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're just too hard to resist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's shows exactly 11.51PM now. And in few minutes time I'm officially 6months with beloved RIFDI. Time flies real quick and it's already half a year we've been together. I'm so blessed. Frankly said, you're just too hard to resist. Each second past and yet I still misses you that much. I hate the fact that I have to misses you everyday. It sucks. But I never get tired or sick of just seeing you and those mesmerising smiles just melts me just as same as before. You're more than I have ever asked for. I want nothing else but you. May in several months to come or maybe years, We will still be this happy. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your weakness is my strenghts baby, I love you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-1235589683167282100?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/1235589683167282100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=1235589683167282100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/1235589683167282100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/1235589683167282100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-just-too-hard-to-resisit.html' title='you&apos;re just too hard to resist.'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-8357987943572435832</id><published>2009-12-04T12:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:41:27.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overcome phobia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Suprise, Suprised! Earlier today I have managed to overcome my fear-ness or so called phobia that I had for the past few years. Well due to some incident that I had faced few years back really made me think twice about handling in/out any laundry which clearly for some might think it's easy. Well not for me, not when I had such trauma. To be begin with, It was raining earlier today and mom called to check if it was raining here. As she was out with my dad to have breakfast. And definately it did. So well I have to practically get up, which clearly I hate to. Who does'nt? And I walk to the kitchen and was thinking maybe the laundry was inside the house kitchen which sometimes it did. And it's NOT! It was just a wishful thinking on my part. I said to myself, NO way I am going to do this! I can't. It strikes my mind, What if my hands starts to wabble and it slipped and fell? I could hurt someone. MY! I could'nt imagine. I was too afraid to even look below. And the worse thing is, I'm staying at a seventh floor and it's freaking high! I'm so freaked out. But I have to bring in the laundry one way or another. I just can't leave them outside on the rain. It really made me think umpteen times, like really. I knew I have to overcome my fear and just simply get it over with! And it's the only way out. And how suprising, I did it! YAY me. LOL. And though it might be nothing to some but it is to me. Phew. It feels great to finally be able to overcome such phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;P;s, The rain already stop. Thank you very much. -_-&lt;/center&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/30512240-8357987943572435832?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/8357987943572435832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=8357987943572435832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/8357987943572435832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/8357987943572435832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/12/overcome-phobia.html' title='overcome phobia.'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-2960701502820571439</id><published>2009-12-02T23:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:54:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short entry, LAZY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SxaNSzXKD1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/cCRo7ntvUqk/s1600-h/IMG_4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410667356496727890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SxaNSzXKD1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/cCRo7ntvUqk/s320/IMG_4108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a quick lunch out at pastamania earlier this afternoon. And he is too overly excited about his new phone. Menu came also never bother to look. Too engrossed. Wa piang! I know, I know your phone now touch screen. So dont action with me. LOL. Back home and yet I still misses you. Wa sian. Well anyway, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rest well readers! Nights.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&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/30512240-2960701502820571439?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/2960701502820571439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=2960701502820571439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/2960701502820571439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/2960701502820571439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/12/short-entry-lazy.html' title='short entry, LAZY.'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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/_4RAPGEwuphw/SxaNSzXKD1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/cCRo7ntvUqk/s72-c/IMG_4108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512240.post-4482538787485402514</id><published>2009-11-30T13:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:08:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409778850531625074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SxNlM8tbyHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1SiA2GrQbWQ/s320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SxNk4_6cbrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aUmiJVHb-6U/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409778507794116274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SxNk4_6cbrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aUmiJVHb-6U/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specially enjoyed myself yesterday and special thanks to you baby. I was so happy that no specific words can ever translate how define I am just to be close to you. Even our number of days together weren't much but I know youre that special one for me. I could tell. It's been quite awhile since we last went out during daytime until yesterday. And we both agreed that going out during daytime and nightime is so much different. The truth. Time goes so slow that I never want the day to end. Lunch at seoulgarden was yumm-mey! Was quite along time ago since I last ate there. Food was real tempting and ate till I'm fully full-ed. Watching twilight was real fun but though it was more talking and less actions. But overall I still loved the movie! I had so much fun and all thanks to you. And not forgetting I LOVED the book you gave. I've already started reading early this morning. I was all excited about the book though I've already knows how the storyline goes but then with books its a lot more different. More in detailed, More excitement, More captions, More suspends! I can't wait to finish up the book too, and also the best part of all books: Ending. So stay tuned. Anyway, there's two more to come and I can't wait! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-4482538787485402514?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/4482538787485402514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=4482538787485402514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/4482538787485402514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/4482538787485402514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='thank you.'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SxNlM8tbyHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1SiA2GrQbWQ/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512240.post-2031117982325291586</id><published>2009-11-17T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:45:32.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SwJGKjWMQDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6YenJ10MEuc/s1600/twilight_saga_new_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404959649898971186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SwJGKjWMQDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6YenJ10MEuc/s320/twilight_saga_new_moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404959826492232290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SwJGU1NTkmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DG6COZhOreo/s320/taylor-lautner-new-moon-shirtless-tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's already the middle of november, And soon it will be december. A lot of things happened for the past few months. I'm beginning to wonder what next year would bring? Lot better than any other years before, I hope. I have a lot of upcoming goals for next year. Like finding a stable job which I love and Earning a bit more and go back to school. It's true that I haven't been spending much time with my girlfriends and fellow friends but I will make time whenever I can for all of you. I promise(: Anyway, I loved spending my time with you baby. It's like I never wanted to wake up from my sleep afer long hours being wrapped around your arms knowing that you'll be there everytime I needed you. I felt safe and secured eversince. Never once I regretted that moments. I missed my workplace, missed working with kak ita, kak ina, yante, june, farshad. Gees! I missed them so much. Great moments shared with great people. True blessings!(: Oh not mentioning my babies are all grown up! It's kinda quick, I know. But I love them all the same. I can't wait to watch "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWILIGHT SAGA, THE NEW MOON&lt;/span&gt;". It's all time movie must watch. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jacob Black&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt; is effing &lt;strong&gt;hot!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Can't wait, Can't wait baby! (;&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/30512240-2031117982325291586?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/2031117982325291586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=2031117982325291586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/2031117982325291586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/2031117982325291586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-already-middle-of-november-and-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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/_4RAPGEwuphw/SwJGKjWMQDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6YenJ10MEuc/s72-c/twilight_saga_new_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512240.post-5961691835934208995</id><published>2009-10-20T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:47:00.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/StyW0ZR2RII/AAAAAAAAAYA/LonmUrQHYGQ/s1600-h/hula+n+co.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394352280566121602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/StyW0ZR2RII/AAAAAAAAAYA/LonmUrQHYGQ/s320/hula+n+co.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS THIS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394352608589844786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/StyXHfQzETI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LQfZ9laaHSQ/s320/IMG_1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been awhile since I last hear your voice. And suddenly I'm starting to miss you, really bad. I wanted to tell you, but somehow I can't. I don't know why myself. No specific words could describe how much misses I am to you. I missed those laughters of yours, those giggles you made, those stories we've shared, those tears you shed. I'm totally missing all that. How I wished we could turn back time and repeat those memories, OH I would really love that! But time really flies so fast that I couldn't believe it's changing. She torn us apart, I hate her for that. Anyway it's different now, you won't understand nor will ever understand. But you're my baby, my only baby. You will always be part of me, forever. I felt a sense of belonging whenever with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I misses you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-5961691835934208995?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/5961691835934208995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=5961691835934208995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/5961691835934208995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/5961691835934208995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-this-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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/_4RAPGEwuphw/StyW0ZR2RII/AAAAAAAAAYA/LonmUrQHYGQ/s72-c/hula+n+co.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512240.post-8896894295854279751</id><published>2009-10-04T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:03:00.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe my seven beautiful childrens are already 21day old. My baby hamsters I mean. They're growing so big each and everyday. And it's a wonderful feeling to experience it myself. Everyday I woke up and seeing them its something I would wanna do. Being able to hold them close in my hands and watch them run around it's tremendously cute! It's tough taking care of all them, definately. But it's not just them I'm taking care, the parents too! But they're both well behaved. So I have no worries at all. And oh not to mention the childrens are a big-eater. They ate almost anything I gave. Never rejects any of it. That is what good about them(: And the sad thing is, in few weeks time I have to sell them off. It's so fustrating! I can't think of how but I need to do what's best for them. And that is to find them better homes to live in. It's a hard decision to let go such a beautiful thing. Well I'm blessed enough that I've given a chance to own them(: No matter where you babies goes, I will love you all the same. And not mentioning, I won't forgets you all. 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/30512240-8896894295854279751?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/8896894295854279751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=8896894295854279751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/8896894295854279751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/8896894295854279751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-believe-my-seven-beautiful_04.html' title=''/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-5074315414311791125</id><published>2009-09-10T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:10:20.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm down with fever for two long days. The feeling just sucks real bad. Stayed on bed most of the time. But glad that I'm recovering soon! Sick of eating panadols or even anything named &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEDICINE!&lt;/span&gt; Yucks. Have to go back to work tommorow, Lame as usual. Just hate the feeling! Gees~ Extending of hours just makes me more sicker than I already have. Don't see a need for extending hours anyway. Suddenly I missed school. Missed waking up early morning, catching up time, going through heavy traffics, meeting classmates, dozzing off in the middle of the lesson and late conversations at the canteen. Oh how I'm missing all that! Ite school life isn't that bad after all. Should have appreciate it before. Well anyway, time flies real quick. Without me knowing it's already september, LOUSY september~ Everything only left memories, Sweet memories I should say. A lot of things have changed lately. And I'm beginning to wonder what happen next? Stay tuned I guess(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna hold you close, Never let go. Forever&amp;amp;Always baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-5074315414311791125?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/5074315414311791125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=5074315414311791125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/5074315414311791125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/5074315414311791125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-down-with-fever-for-two-long-days.html' title=''/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-8334025931859823747</id><published>2009-08-19T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:47:02.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not happy with whatever you've said about me especially when it doesn't even concern me at all. You don't assume I never knew what you've been bullshitting about me to people. Never even make any sense. What exactly have I done that to deserve this shits from you. Thanks to you I've been well known among your relatives. Come on, grow up! Stop interfering in other people's business. Are you really that free to do all that? Well I suppose so. You're such a lousy actress la darling. Think about it making up stories which doesn't even exist? Putting up a good front? Pretending to be a saint? What's up with that. And whether or not I wanna respond to any of your calls or messages is for me to decide not you. So stop calling me! You're such a nuisance!! You know, you might have heard this, but you should hear this again. You need to do something with that attitude of yours especially that mouth of yours! You think people is stupid enough to believe of what you say? You're such a joke. That explains why people seldom get close to you. And if I ever hear anything about me and it comes from you, I won't hesistate to confront you and put this matter to the center. Think about it, drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have my reasons for avoiding you, Don't ask me why ask yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-8334025931859823747?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/8334025931859823747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=8334025931859823747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/8334025931859823747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/8334025931859823747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-happy-with-whatever-youve-said.html' title=''/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-7608828628653147773</id><published>2009-08-07T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:50:24.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Readers, I'm selling off my ripcurl dress at reasonable price&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Condition: Brand New, Wore &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Size: Medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actual Retail Price: SGD75&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Discounted Price: SGD60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selling off at: SGD50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No reservation, First come first serve basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If interested drop me a mail at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:dayans@live.com.sg"&gt;dayans@live.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367058602024136178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SnufXNZabfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/D90Ms4PH8zo/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367058810883057842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SnufjXdQqLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HOvJyLY-wmM/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367059012938525538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SnufvILCa2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/TNANjhlbPVM/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367059158478535346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/Snuf3mWeurI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qY7fJCXWBOA/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-7608828628653147773?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/7608828628653147773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=7608828628653147773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/7608828628653147773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/7608828628653147773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-readers-im-selling-off-my-ripcurl.html' title=''/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RAPGEwuphw/SnufXNZabfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/D90Ms4PH8zo/s72-c/IMG_0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512240.post-5055361672264511477</id><published>2009-07-26T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:15:09.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Past few weeks has been pretty rough for me especially at work. I'm trying my best not to think about it and hoping to just get over it soon.. But unfortunately it doesn't. I hate to say this but it seems that some people prefer to take advantage of others, which clearly isn't fair for anybody. I hate the fact that the person I'm working with thinks highly of herself and put up such a fake front infront of others just to make herself feel proud. I'm so stressed at work that I couldn't bring myself to face her or even put my heart to working with her. All about her is just full of fake-ness and drama. Nothing about her is true or even the truth. I thought that she's wise enough to atleast stop and think about what others might think or even feel about it. Oh well she's just too proud to even admit it. With this horrible attitude of yours I strongly think that you won't be going far. Think before you say.. Stop using your mouth and start using your brain instead. You're just full of yoursef! Oh just a reminder, I know what's going on and I jolly well know you're the know who're the one been telling. Just so you know, I might not be saying anything but that doesn't mean I'm stupid enough to believe your lies. Just wait till you come to realise that you're just a joke to everyone. And if use your brain better than your mouth then maybe it might change everything or not something. Grow up sister! Don't be a sore-loser~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-5055361672264511477?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/5055361672264511477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=5055361672264511477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/5055361672264511477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/5055361672264511477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/07/past-few-weeks-has-been-pretty-rough.html' title=''/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-3406539307149728703</id><published>2009-06-16T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:41:29.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know if I should be saying this but I think I'm falling for him. This might sounds weird and crazy but sometimes somethings you just can't seem to describe what more explain it. Love comes and go. Doesnt guarantee when and how. When it happens, It just happen. All I can say right now is, he's really nice and superly sweet! Eveything about him just makes me wanna know him more. So how can anyone reject someone like him. You're one of a kind and just unbelieveable! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I have this strong feeling on this one, Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-3406539307149728703?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/3406539307149728703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=3406539307149728703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/3406539307149728703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/3406539307149728703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know-if-i-should-be-saying-this.html' title=''/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-3405912476198803487</id><published>2009-05-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:40:54.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately. And I do admit I was so confused back then, I don't know what to do to what I want. And now after much thought, I finally come to realised about a lot of things. And that is to start afresh and be someone new. Not just anything new but a better dayanna. Maybe it's time to think far rather than living and clinging to the past. It'll be tough, I know. But deep down inside I know someone believed in me more than just me. So I know I could get pass it one way or another. OH! I'm partying again tommorow. Couldn't wait for that. What could be better than having a good time(: Nothing beats a timeout. See you all real soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday arthur, kuchang! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-3405912476198803487?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/3405912476198803487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=3405912476198803487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/3405912476198803487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/3405912476198803487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-thinking-lot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-651778365478149956</id><published>2009-05-25T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:58:09.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my stupidity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been blinded by alot of things for the past few years. I didn't see alot of things happening around me. Now when it's finally over, the things that I don't normally see is really happening. Those days was the happiest days of my life. But now I've been wondering things are lot more different than it used to be. It's a little late for conversations, There's isn't anything for you to say. I never needed your corrections, On everything from how much I act to what I spent. I never needed words, I never needed hurts. I never needed you to be there everyday. But I never beaten, broken not defeated because I know next to you is not where I belong. And it's a little late for explanations, There isn't anything that you could do. Because no matter how much you think you knew that person, It will end just as bad. Come to think of it, It's a joke. As I thought we would last forever. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more words, No more lies, No more crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more pain, No more hurt, No more trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-651778365478149956?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/651778365478149956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=651778365478149956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/651778365478149956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/651778365478149956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-stupidity.html' title='my stupidity.'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-7404987965830720626</id><published>2009-05-25T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:00:28.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't believe it's over, After being madly in love for almost 3 years. Everything just went down the drain without any hasslement. Getting over it wasn't easy, was hard. And all that I could think of is ' Can I make it'? Like it or not i suppose I'll just have to deal with it somehow. The feeling is the worst! I couldn't barely imagine what gonna happen next for me. I believed I'm too rely-ing on him. And now I could rely on is myself. It's all happen in a sudden all my mind just went nothing but blank. I guess it's all getting used to it. Expect the unexpected. To be honest, I just find it hard to accept. But I'm trying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-7404987965830720626?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/7404987965830720626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=7404987965830720626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/7404987965830720626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/7404987965830720626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-to-you.html' title='thanks to you'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-5114806715707730396</id><published>2009-05-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:31:30.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead and gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately I've been having bad dreams about you, I keep on waking up to fear and terror. I tried not to think about you so much but I just couldn't no matter how much I tried or want to. Why are you doing this to me? Do you really plan to ignore me till this long? But why, what wrong have I done that you completely ignoring me.  You know no matter how you treated me, no matter how much you hurt or dissapointed me I never turn down on you. Never could. But I never ask for anything beyond your needs. I just want our life back again. Happy like we used to. But let me ask you this, What do you really want? I bet you would say 'I don't know'.  Maybe it's true, it's not easy to change a person.  Any maybe you never will. Because that's just you.  It's pathetic don't you think? I'm your girlfriend but yet I can do nothing about it. And I bet other people understand you better than I do. If that was the case, what's the use of having me? Cause I thought I knew you. I guess I'm wrong.  I'm at my wits end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30512240-5114806715707730396?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/5114806715707730396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=5114806715707730396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/5114806715707730396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/5114806715707730396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-and-gone.html' title='dead and gone.'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</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-30512240.post-806092884502451916</id><published>2009-04-27T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:18:15.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's pointless. i'll be gone for good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm all vexed out! I just don't know what else to do. Though I never bother to say it out loud, this problem is just killing me! I just wish that you would put in a little effort and consideration. But you never did, never will. You're forever with that EGO of yours. You're not gonna give in, you're not gonna care or worse still you're ignoring what's going on. Why are you only treating me good when in good times? Why are you only happy whenever it goes with your way and not mine? This goes on and on every single day and yet you never even bothered to care any less. You've always wanted me to understand you and your needs but have you ever considered what I need and what I want? NEVER. All you cared about is yourself. Then who am i to you exactly? Your friend or your girlfriend? Just think, did it ever crossed your mind about me what happen next about us? It's a joke don't you think. I'm here wondering what's next for us and I just dont know what's with you over on the other side. You never called, you never even leave a message. So where have all those 'I'll never break your heart or I still love you gone to? Just words isn't. It seems that words are way different than actions. Which have made me think, Is ANY of it that you've said really true. Do I really have to wait for you to really understand yourself before you would finally do something to make it right again? Please, stop giving me excuses after excuses. Your actions hurts so badly that its killing me. Don't make me wash hands on you, Don't make me give this all up because of what you did = NOTHING.&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/30512240-806092884502451916?l=dayanagushe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/feeds/806092884502451916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30512240&amp;postID=806092884502451916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/806092884502451916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30512240/posts/default/806092884502451916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayanagushe.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-pointless-ill-be-gone-for-good.html' title='it&apos;s pointless. i&apos;ll be gone for good.'/><author><name>gushe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310097532308887574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
