<?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-1432793745103253335</id><updated>2011-11-18T02:48:11.332+08:00</updated><category term='i love.................'/><category term='i miss you'/><title type='text'>There will be no miracles here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5261850495795090529</id><published>2011-11-18T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T02:48:11.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very very sad</title><content type='html'>If someone really wanted you,they'd actually put some effort into trying to get your attention, and make sacrifices for you. They wouldn't just tell you they want you; they'd show you in every little way possible that they want you. It's 2:37 am in the morning and i'm chatting with dinie! Hahaha yes that funny boy,miss him though. Hope everything is alright for him. So i've been really lazy to update this dusty blog of mine! I'm broke anyway like seriously i don't even have any money in my wallet. Been selling my clothes away but sadly no one wants to buy and i've been hoping someone out there might be interested with my yellow maxi skirt! HEY it's nice okay,it looks kinda vintage,very i must say but sadly i just looked extremely fat in the skirt! So that's the main reason i don't want it and it's pretty long for me plus it is sad to be fat hahahahhaha because you can't wear beautiful outfit or bright colours. Or maybe you can? I just don't have the confidence and you all have to know that my self esteem are pretty low so fucking low i must say. I don't dare to put that on put this on urghhh why do i have to be that ugly. Ok whatever it is imma just leave my formspring here,hopefully you guys will ask me some question and i'll answer them okay? Have a good day! &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/hipbonescollar"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/hipbonescollar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5261850495795090529?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5261850495795090529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5261850495795090529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2011/11/very-very-sad.html' title='very very sad'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5923243856990206686</id><published>2011-11-15T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:58:41.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a short one!</title><content type='html'>sorry for not updating! there's something wrong with blogger? or is it just me?&lt;div&gt;anyway i'm going to share a video with you guys! i just can't stop watching hahahah i mean like come on who doesn't like bollywood? I'M A BIG FAN OF IT. &lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RbqCXb3oMZ0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kareena kapoor is just so mother F********* sexyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; I LOVE HER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5923243856990206686?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5923243856990206686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5923243856990206686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-short-one.html' title='just a short one!'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RbqCXb3oMZ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6769079279486712708</id><published>2011-11-10T05:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T05:54:44.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>libertine lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TkQ7lLqfxE/TrrzY5DSNVI/AAAAAAAABP0/ba1FXUrRXzM/s1600/i.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TkQ7lLqfxE/TrrzY5DSNVI/AAAAAAAABP0/ba1FXUrRXzM/s400/i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673114289583568210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there! so i spend the whole day editing a hell lots of pictures yep that's what i always do. me and the camera plus the spotlight= a whole album full of portraits. so i made a new twitter account,the real reason was..........too many unknown people i'm following hahaha like seriously plus the number of following and followers are way too different. these few days i can't snap a perfect shot of me argh what's wrong with my face? currently having a face issues lol don't mind my bad English, i've not been reading. getting way too lazy nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-6769079279486712708?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6769079279486712708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6769079279486712708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2011/11/libertine-lovers.html' title='libertine lovers'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TkQ7lLqfxE/TrrzY5DSNVI/AAAAAAAABP0/ba1FXUrRXzM/s72-c/i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6460745572640844590</id><published>2011-11-09T06:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:08:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purple rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 27px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You’re not magically going to wake up one morning and decide you’re going to be happy again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 27px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;i honestly think that i have to learn to love myself before loving other people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 27px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;and that's the reason why i'm single because until today i'm not able to accept and love myself for who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 27px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 27px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;Anyway on the side note, i'm back on blogger! Spend almost an hour re-editing it! I guess i have to start updating it,and oh having breakfast now on the bed (honey stars with milk). Been watching my diet recently because sadly i gained weight :( don't wanna go out looking this horrible. till here xx&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/1432793745103253335-6460745572640844590?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6460745572640844590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6460745572640844590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2011/11/purple-rain.html' title='purple rain.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2809006452831518476</id><published>2009-12-19T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:47:15.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“The closer and more confidential our relationship with someone, the less we are entitled to ask about what we are not voluntarily told.”</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Name ten things you wanna do before you die and then go do them.&lt;br /&gt;Name ten places you really wanna be before you die and then go to them.&lt;br /&gt;Name ten books you wanna read before you die and then go read them.&lt;br /&gt;Name ten songs you wanna hear again before you die, get all of your friends together and scream them.&lt;br /&gt;Because right now all you have is time, time, time.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but someday that time will run out.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the only thing you can be absolutely certain about.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2809006452831518476?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2809006452831518476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2809006452831518476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/closer-and-more-confidential-our.html' title='“The closer and more confidential our relationship with someone, the less we are entitled to ask about what we are not voluntarily told.”'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-3893680500351801484</id><published>2009-12-19T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:31:55.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I promised myself that when it was over, I’d laugh at the memories, but here I am without a smile in sight. I promised myself that I would call you, just to see if you were ok, But here I am, and I cant even dial your number. I promised myself, that when it was over, I would not shed a tear, But here I am, shirt almost soaked. I promised myself I would let you go gracefully, But here I am, hating myself for letting you leave. I promised myself that when it was over, I wouldn’t look back, but here I am, unable to walk forward. I promised myself I would say goodbye But here I am, still saying I love you.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-3893680500351801484?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3893680500351801484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3893680500351801484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-promised-myself-that-when-it-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2281978462667900871</id><published>2009-12-19T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:31:04.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep love in your heart</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;When you develop an infatuation for someone you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn’t need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night sky, for example. Now, in the long run, that’s just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to split up. But in the haze of infatuation, it’s just what you’ve been searching for all these years.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2281978462667900871?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2281978462667900871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2281978462667900871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/keep-love-in-your-heart.html' title='Keep love in your heart'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2249213345994079647</id><published>2009-12-18T05:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:00:24.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you in the morning, head on my chest, a silent smile.</title><content type='html'>“I just don’t want to do anything to pressure you. Or drive you away. Even though sometimes I can’t help it. Just like I can’t help that I fell in love with you. Cause I did. I love you. And it scares me, a little bit, but, there it is.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2249213345994079647?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2249213345994079647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2249213345994079647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-in-morning-head-on-my-chest.html' title='I love you in the morning, head on my chest, a silent smile.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1641166715222491919</id><published>2009-12-18T04:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:48:53.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're there and I'm here and I can't help but miss you every second of everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I bet you didn’t know that I am terrified of the dark, and every time I think of you, I smile. I bet you don’t know that I hate thunderstorms, but love dancing in the rain. Or how much I laugh with my friends and how much I truly enjoy being happy. I bet you don’t know how many tears I’ve cried just for you, or how much I doubt myself every day. I bet you don’t know how ticklish I am or how I can’t make decisions. Or how it drives me crazy when you look into my eyes. I bet you didn’t know that I would do anything to be with you. But mostly, I bet you didn’t know how much I love you.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1641166715222491919?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1641166715222491919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1641166715222491919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-there-and-im-here-and-i-cant-help.html' title='You&apos;re there and I&apos;m here and I can&apos;t help but miss you every second of everyday.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5380859218951539881</id><published>2009-12-18T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:05:47.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>—  Chloe Higashida</title><content type='html'>“Opposites attract because it’s fun to get to know someone who isn’t like you. Whatever they do is so unpredictable &amp;amp; it’ll throw you off. It makes time with them a roller coaster of fun. It’s nice to know that there are people out there who don’t want to be like everyone else.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5380859218951539881?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5380859218951539881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5380859218951539881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/chloe-higashida.html' title='—  Chloe Higashida'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8467967422763700817</id><published>2009-12-17T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:07:42.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey boys boys boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/52153_800_b0002c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/40620_800_f6fc6c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/40619_800_bc50a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/40618_800_7fe686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/40617_800_f23eb0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8467967422763700817?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8467967422763700817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8467967422763700817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-boys-boys-boys.html' title='Hey boys boys boys!'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8466612721416534845</id><published>2009-12-17T06:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:28:31.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unsastified idiot scumbag bastard ditched you got no balls youre just like a woman</title><content type='html'>ok now i feel like dealing this. hey boy do you know that you sucks alot? like really alot. yes you. well i didnt want to drag it over anyway but i just felt like too. this space you're taking over me is fucking unsatisfying. do you know that meeting you in my life was such a big mistake huh? well yes honestly speaking i totally regret it. ive been like telling alot of people what is so bad about it. you know,i rather date a bangla then having meeting you in my life. pfffft lucky we didnt get any further. i dont even know why suddenly everything went dead between us but at least im glad. because after observing you further more.....it's really unpredictable. i cant believe. i really cant believe it. my friend told me that no wonder you dont even care a single thing about it because you yourself acted like a gay. like seriously,i thought youre a gay too. cos you know why? you acted like one. sometimes i felt like im the man and youre the woman. well thats totally not right. i dont know if youre reading this or not. i dont care and im not gonna care. oh yes please end it here. you and me no more. in fact theres nothing going between you and i. youre just like a piece of shit not even a memories. i dont even know why the hell am i so fucking pissed off with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8466612721416534845?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8466612721416534845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8466612721416534845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/unsastified-idiot-scumbag-basatard.html' title='unsastified idiot scumbag bastard ditched you got no balls youre just like a woman'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8366029642807865146</id><published>2009-12-17T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:00:23.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/300400_800_74d43d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/139677_800_b656ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Vidal you know i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8366029642807865146?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8366029642807865146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8366029642807865146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/barbara-vidal-you-know-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-4370173580393320392</id><published>2009-12-17T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:36:03.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Communication. It’s the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-4370173580393320392?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4370173580393320392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4370173580393320392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/communication.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5311944635669810182</id><published>2009-12-17T04:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:27:17.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You can never teach a guy to love you the way you want to be loved. You have to wait for him to do it in his own way, in his own time. That's the sad part of being a girl. But you can never teach a girl to love a guy back the way she did before if she already grew tired &amp; fed up understanding &amp; waiting to be appreciated &amp; be loved the way she deserves to be loved. That's the sad part of being an insensitive boy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5311944635669810182?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5311944635669810182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5311944635669810182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-can-never-teach-guy-to-love-you-way.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-9168961728154322455</id><published>2009-12-17T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:17:09.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>—  Captain Corelli’s Mandolin</title><content type='html'>“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-9168961728154322455?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/9168961728154322455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/9168961728154322455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/captain-corellis-mandolin.html' title='—  Captain Corelli’s Mandolin'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-791403399798323062</id><published>2009-12-17T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:00:28.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;Jim Morrison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-791403399798323062?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/791403399798323062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/791403399798323062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-are-afraid-of-themselves-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1338177142958239766</id><published>2009-12-17T03:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:33:25.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering,  that’s the sad truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart, maybe  you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself  the same way. Those are risks. That’s the burden. Like wings,  they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens which allow us to fly. ”&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;Bones (via &lt;a href="http://eletheowl.tumblr.com/"&gt;eletheowl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1338177142958239766?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1338177142958239766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1338177142958239766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-love-someone-you-open-yourself-up.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8907809745813547853</id><published>2009-12-17T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:31:44.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer. Hard to be soft, tough to be tender. Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train. Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8907809745813547853?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8907809745813547853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8907809745813547853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/help-im-alive-my-heart-keeps-beating.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5583748773817964988</id><published>2009-12-17T03:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:24:52.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone can read the news to you. I promise to feel the news at you.</title><content type='html'>“And when I tell you I love you I mean that you can make my heart ache in places deep inside of myself, and at the same time make it sing more beautifully than can be described. I mean that you can give me life or take it away from me. You are my complete happiness.”&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://eletheowl.tumblr.com/"&gt;eletheowl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5583748773817964988?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5583748773817964988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5583748773817964988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/anyone-can-read-news-to-you-i-promise.html' title='Anyone can read the news to you. I promise to feel the news at you.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6268501283671536001</id><published>2009-12-17T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:04:25.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I want to be the smile, the first thought, the long drive, the short walk, the last voice, the random call, the sweet dream, the perfect kiss, the comfort hug, the sparkle in your eye. I want to be everything you need, or simply just what you want. I want to be yours.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-6268501283671536001?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6268501283671536001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6268501283671536001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-be-smile-first-thought-long.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5248583150836753568</id><published>2009-12-17T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:49:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just can’t seem to get over the way you hurt me</title><content type='html'>“‘I don’t want to lose you.’ His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. ‘But you don’t want to keep me, either, do you?’ To that, he had no response&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5248583150836753568?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5248583150836753568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5248583150836753568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-cant-seem-to-get-over-way-you-hurt.html' title='Just can’t seem to get over the way you hurt me'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-145098551501621869</id><published>2009-12-15T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:04:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i &lt;3 tumblr</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-145098551501621869?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/145098551501621869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/145098551501621869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-3-tumblr.html' title='i &lt;3 tumblr'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1588051945641281592</id><published>2009-12-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:47:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>—    Forces of Nature</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I always thought that there was this one perfect person for everybody in the world, you know, and when you found that person the rest of the world kind of magically faded away, and, you know, the two of you would just be inside this kind of protective bubble, but there is no bubble, I mean if there is you have to make it, I just think life is more than a series of moments, you know, we can make choices, and we can choose to protect the people we love, and that’s what makes us who we are and those are the real memories.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1588051945641281592?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1588051945641281592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1588051945641281592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/forces-of-nature.html' title='—    Forces of Nature'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2842960581616919540</id><published>2009-12-15T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:13:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things people tend to forget:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Your best friend is your worse enemy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Nobody wants to see you doing better than them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Blood is not always thicker than water.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Not everyone you love will love you back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Things are always easier said than done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. It’s true when they say the hardest part is letting go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Life goes on with or without you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Just because someone tells you they love you, doesn’t mean they mean it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. The truth always finds its way to the surface.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. People come and go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. Someone always has it worse off than you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2842960581616919540?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2842960581616919540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2842960581616919540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-people-tend-to-forget.html' title='Things people tend to forget:'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5948083100508501608</id><published>2009-12-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:51:19.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>—    Deb Caletti</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Maybe love, too, is beautiful because it has a wildness that cannot be tamed. I don’t know. All I know is that passion can take you up like a house of cards in a tornado, leaving destruction in its wake. Or it can let you alone because you have built a stone wall against it, set out the armed guards to keep it from touching you. The real trick is to let it in, but to hold on. To understand that the heart is as vast and wide as the universe, but that we come to know it best from here, this place of gravity and stability, where our feet can still touch ground.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5948083100508501608?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5948083100508501608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5948083100508501608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/deb-caletti.html' title='—    Deb Caletti'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1107126707317341247</id><published>2009-12-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:44:18.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>via eletheowl</title><content type='html'>“Love is when everyone tells you that it won’t work between you two, they give you a million reasons why it wouldn’t work, but you give them one why you’re sure it will.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1107126707317341247?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1107126707317341247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1107126707317341247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/via-eletheowl.html' title='via eletheowl'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1625752002380081226</id><published>2009-12-15T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:37:26.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>—    Leonardo da Vinci</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1625752002380081226?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1625752002380081226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1625752002380081226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/leonardo-da-vinci.html' title='—    Leonardo da Vinci'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-3547229420381073255</id><published>2009-12-15T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:36:18.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let your joy scream across the pain.</title><content type='html'>“See, you know you have me, but I can’t say the same for you. I don’t know if I have you, or if I ever will. That’s what breaks my heart. I can’t spend my entire life waiting for you to decide what you want, or if you think we’ll make it. I just can’t.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-3547229420381073255?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3547229420381073255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3547229420381073255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-your-joy-scream-across-pain.html' title='Let your joy scream across the pain.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5143002136998622432</id><published>2009-12-15T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:03:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/6926_188197701118_671896118_4500250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13098.) Yesterday I got my heart broken and I cried so hard when I got home I started hyperventilating. I never thought someone could cause me so much pain but I miss her so much and I would do anything to have her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had a guy like this, I swear i won't hurt his feeling ever. He's the best. But now i'm helpless,useless plus lifeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5143002136998622432?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5143002136998622432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5143002136998622432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/13098.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1745424273946049121</id><published>2009-12-15T04:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T04:25:25.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you…Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1745424273946049121?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1745424273946049121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1745424273946049121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-dont-forget-who-you-really-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6139293577372832926</id><published>2009-12-15T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:56:22.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Falling for him once: Temptation&lt;br /&gt;Falling for him twice: Destiny&lt;br /&gt;Getting your heart broken: A Mistake&lt;br /&gt;Letting it happen again: Unstoppable&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-6139293577372832926?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6139293577372832926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6139293577372832926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/falling-for-him-once-temptation-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1316755172907082429</id><published>2009-12-15T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:48:08.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>—    Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>“Falling in love with someone isn’t always going to be easy… anger… tears… laughter.. It’s when you want to be together despite it all. That’s when you truly love another. I’m sure of it.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1316755172907082429?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1316755172907082429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1316755172907082429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/michael-jackson.html' title='—    Michael Jackson'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2802026078167565700</id><published>2009-12-15T03:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:13:20.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;That evening, after we have been together for several hours, I realize that our visits are starting to run together in one delicious blur of talking, touching, dozing and simply existing together in a warm, easy silence. Just like the perfect beach vacation where the routine is so blissfully uneventful that when you returned home and friends asked how your trip was, you can’t really recall what you did exactly to fill up so many hours. That is what being with him is like.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2802026078167565700?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2802026078167565700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2802026078167565700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-evening-after-we-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1625911958833850657</id><published>2009-12-15T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:53:16.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13078.) it's fucking painful, isn't it? this love thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I have all these feelings - these weird feelings, and I’ve had this burning desire to express them. But I can’t. I just can’t. And these feelings - they’re trapped and they’re like stuck in my heart… And I just feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13083.) I know what we had wasn`t anything special to you, but to me it is. And I have no idea how i`ll tell you I do like you, when you don`t even know I exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1625911958833850657?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1625911958833850657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1625911958833850657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/13078-its-fucking-painful-isnt-it-this.html' title='13078.) it&apos;s fucking painful, isn&apos;t it? this love thing'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5874646319887577153</id><published>2009-12-14T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:10:14.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 things a girl wants but won't ask (OMG)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;b&gt;1. Touch her waist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Actually talk to her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Share secrets with her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Give her 1 of your sweatshirts*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Kiss her slowly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Hug her.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Hold her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;b&gt;8. Laugh with her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Invite her somewhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Hangout with her and your friends together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Smile with her.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;b&gt;12. Take pictures with her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;b&gt;15. When her friends say “I love her more than you”, deny it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Always hug her and say hi whenever you see her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Hug her from behind around the waist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Tell her she’s beautiful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car- it makes her feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Tell her she’s your everything - ONLY if you mean it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her- if she denies something being wrong, it means SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT- so just hug her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Make her feel loved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. DON’T lie to her*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. DON’T cheat on her!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Take her ANYWHERE she wants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Text messege or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at work {or school}, and how much you MISS her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Be there for her when ever she needs you, &amp;amp; even when she doesn’t need you, just be there so she’ll know that she can ALWAYS count on you.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;b&gt;31. Hold her close when she’s cold so she can hold YOU too.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. When you are ALONE hold her close and kiss her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Kiss her on the CHEEK; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her LIGHTLY.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;b&gt;35. Dont EVER tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you’re mad. If shes upset, comfort her. When she leaves, pull her back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. When people DISS her, stand up for her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. Look deep into her EYES and tell her you love her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Lay down under the STARS and put her head on your chest so you can cuddle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. When walking next to each other lightly touch her HAND and soflty grab it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. When you hug her HOLD her in your arms as long as possible*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;b&gt;41. Call or text her EVERY night to wish her SWEET DREAMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. COMFORT her when she cries and wipe away her tears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. Take her for LONG walks at night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. ALWAYS remind her how much you love her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Rub her back—feels good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Give her your coat if she’s cold—thats always cute =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. Write letters on her back with your finger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. Let her sit on your lap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. DON’T poke her hard… but if you want to mess around just do it lightly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;b&gt;51. HOLD her HAND in PUBLIC.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Even if she looks BAD one day tell her she’s BEAUTIFUL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. Keep conversations flowing…talk about anything… usually they just go along with it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. If their hair is in their face move it out of her face and then kiss her passionatley and gently.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. Surprisingly sneek up on her and hug her from behind—loves it.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. Kiss her in the rain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. Pick her up like in The Notebook and kiss her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. Slow dance with no music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Don’t ignore her or be nervous around her—everythings going to be okay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. When she comes running to you, with tears down her face, the first thing you should say is “Who’s a** Am I Going To Kick!”- she will then feel protected.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5874646319887577153?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5874646319887577153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5874646319887577153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/60-things-girl-wants-but-wont-ask-omg.html' title='60 things a girl wants but won&apos;t ask (OMG)'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-4825299220590779010</id><published>2009-12-14T04:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:54:21.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is for all you guys out there, all you boys who wallow in your defeat and hurt inside every time you see her. This is for you guys who have the perfect date planned but can never find the girl to take. This is for you, you sad gentlemen clinging to hope, praying for your day in the sun. For you, emo-guys, I offer you this, this motivational speech. I offer you this, this piece of advice:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cut that god-damned bullshit out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stop moping. Stop crying. Stop writing in your journal about how much you love her or want someone to love or someone to love you. Stop whining about being lonely and stop hating the world because you couldn’t man up and do something about your own self-defeat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take a second and look down, look right into your lap. Unzip your shorts, stick your hand inside and feel around. What do you feel? If your answer is a dick and some pathetic balls, slap yourself with that same hand. You’ve just been slapped in the face with your own dick-and-balls, and you’ve been slapped by them because they’re pissed you haven’t let them grow. They’re what make you a man, so man up and own your life. Moping and crying and writing and whining aren’t going to save you; they aren’t the key to your happiness. Owning your fate; that’s what gets you to your goal. Choosing to try; that’s what earns you your victory. Hunting your prey; that’s what gets you fed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t look at me with your red, swollen, tear-soaked eyes and pretend like I haven’t been there. Don’t look at me and pout and tell me I don’t know what it’s like. Some of you have known the pain longer than I did, some of you less, but either way, I was there, and I’m telling you out of trial and error and trial and error and trial and victory that being a bitch gets you nothing. You’ve got to get up and take what it is that you want. Own up, grab what belongs to you and not them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know why she’s with him and not you? He had the balls to try; he had the audacity to claim her for his own. It’s not because he’s a jerk and nice guys finish last—it’s because you think being a nice guy puts you at a disadvantage. Do yourself a favor and throw that pussy way of thinking right out the window, because we’ve already established that you’ve got something that, at the very least, resembles balls. Get out there and show her you mean business. Don’t complain about how she always whines that she can never find a decent guy when you know you’re the right one for her, because she can’t see what you don’t put in her face. Attraction isn’t about subtle innuendo, it’s about showing your worth. Flirt with her, dance with her, and for God’s sake, kiss her. She’s not going to come to you—you’re not a celebrity, a male model, or the heir to a throne; you’re an emo-guy, and you have something that the enemy doesn’t—staying power.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You think about her enough to visualize your perfect date. You know her favorite color, her favorite food, her favorite flower, and you might even be infatuated enough to know her favorite brand of toiler paper, so use that information, use that intelligence, use that sense of romance and that heart of yours to show the world you mean business, and that you weren’t put on this earth to sulk.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t know, maybe all of this is falling on deaf ears. Maybe you like sulking. Maybe you like to feel the hurt of seeing her with some guy you know is just going to cheat on her. Maybe you like keeping your feelings bottled inside just so you can spill them to someone other than her or all over the pages of your little black journal. Then again, maybe I’m not doing it for all of you “maybe” boys out there; maybe I’m doing it for all you guys out there who want a change. I know you’re somewhere out there reading this, seething in your distaste for your previous ineptness, ready to do battle. I know you’re planning your attack, plotting your failproof tactics so that when the time is right, you’ll strike, and she’ll be yours. Do it, and when you’ve won, after you’ve taken her on that perfect date, after you’ve fallen in love, stick your hand back in your pants. You know what you’ll feel?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Big, brass balls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(By Joseph Manibusan)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-4825299220590779010?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4825299220590779010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4825299220590779010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-boys.html' title='Hey Boys!'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2204181191651859521</id><published>2009-12-14T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:48:09.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;everyone says that love hurts, but that’s not true. loneliness hurts. rejection hurts. losing someone hurts. envy hurts. everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone all at the same time. And it’s hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. It’s funny but stupid how you want everything and nothing at the same time. It’s crazy when you want to let go, but you keep holding on, and when you want to move on but you’re stuck right where you started. When feelings come and go and you can’t decide what you want. When you have so many things to say but you don’t know where to start. When you want them in your life so bad, but all you can do is push them farther and farther away. It’s so hard to think back to how things used to be and look at it now and realize that things are different and they may never be the same. You tell yourself it’s not worth it, but if it really didn’t matter, you wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2204181191651859521?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2204181191651859521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2204181191651859521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-feeling.html' title='What a feeling'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5048126444844155086</id><published>2009-12-14T04:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:14:55.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;We enter the world alone and we leave it alone and everything that happens in between we owe it to ourselves to find a little company. We need help, we need support, otherwise we are in it by ourselves. Strangers, cut off from each other, and we forget, just how connected we all are. So instead, we choose love, we choose life, and, for a moment, we feel just a little bit less alone.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5048126444844155086?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5048126444844155086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5048126444844155086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-enter-world-alone-and-we-leave-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5410555965888974927</id><published>2009-12-14T04:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:13:48.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soda Freeze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. What a Sunday. Met Wani exactly at 5. Went to Sunshine. Was planning to buy bubble tea plus waffle but all thanks to me. I was too stupid. I left my ten bucks at home!!! So what did you expect huh? We walked back home again and went back to Sunshine. Sorry hor Qeelia! I was such a forgetful girl today,i must say! Plus earlier she was dressed like a "karung guni girl" HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus plus not to forget, I miss Leeyana and Syakirah so damn much! Can't wait to see them please :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5410555965888974927?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5410555965888974927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5410555965888974927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/soda-freeze.html' title='Soda Freeze!'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-773831776246331187</id><published>2009-12-14T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:54:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More @ facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/DSCF0174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, what can i say baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this wondering. Fuck this trying and trying. Fuck this belief that two people can become one ideal. Fuck this helplessness. Fuck this waiting for something to happen that probably won’t ever happen.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-773831776246331187?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/773831776246331187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/773831776246331187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-facebook.html' title='More @ facebook'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-4191393618166493078</id><published>2009-12-14T03:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:16:38.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;31 INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When a girl says she’s sad, but she isn’t crying, it means she’s crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When she ignores you after you’ve done something wrong, it’s best to give her some time to cool down before touching her heart with an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A girl can’t find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which&lt;br /&gt;is why it is so hard for her to ‘get over him’ after the relationship’s over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day, even though she flirts with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares deep into her eyes, she&lt;br /&gt;will melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually not sure how to react to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the smiles and stare ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don’t like a girl who likes you, break it to her gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject her, leave her alone for a while. If you still treat her as a friend, talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of expressing themselves (which explains why most girls like writing journals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Being too serious can turn a girl off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When the guy she likes calls her for the first time, the girl may act look uninterested during the call. But as soon as the phone is back on the hook, she will whoop with joy and immediately start telephoning her friends to spread the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A smile means a lot to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you like a girl, try making friends with her first. Let her get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If a girl says she can’t go out with you because she has to study, leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. But if she still calls you or expect a call from you, stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don’t try to guess a girl’s feelings. Ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Hearing the words “I love you” is a great reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. After a girl falls in love with a guy, she’ll wonder why she never noticed him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl, read romance stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When class pictures come out, a girl would first check who is standing next to her crush before actually looking at herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A girl’s ex-crush will always be in her memory, but the guy she loves now stays in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Girls love having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A simple ‘Hi’ can brighten a girl’s day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A girl’s best friend usually know best what she is feeling and going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to them just to get close to their ‘prettier’ friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Love means devotion, caring and happiness to a girl, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Some girls care about looks, some care about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Girls always hope that they can always remain as friend with their ex. But never know how&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-4191393618166493078?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4191393618166493078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4191393618166493078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/31-interesting-facts-about-girls-1.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5093512455768265034</id><published>2009-12-14T03:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:04:39.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Sometimes you think you’ve gotten over a person, but when you see him smile you suddenly realize you’re just pretending you’re over him to ease the pain of knowing that he will never be yours.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5093512455768265034?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5093512455768265034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5093512455768265034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-you-think-youve-gotten-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2046880383461413224</id><published>2009-12-14T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:57:26.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;It’s Christmas Eve. It’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year we are the people that we always hoped we would be.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2046880383461413224?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2046880383461413224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2046880383461413224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2041563538113645429</id><published>2009-12-12T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:02:51.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2041563538113645429?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2041563538113645429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2041563538113645429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-revolution.html' title='A Beautiful Revolution'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2268430421979148561</id><published>2009-12-12T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:40:05.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are like a dream and I am just a trip that you are on.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just need someone to make you smile when you're sad. Someone to tell you you're beautiful. Someone to look forward to seeing you everyday. Someone to call you every night, someone to say i love you and mean it. Sometimes you just need someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2268430421979148561?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2268430421979148561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2268430421979148561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-like-dream-and-i-am-just-trip.html' title='You are like a dream and I am just a trip that you are on.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-542618589385923602</id><published>2009-12-12T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:15:14.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you talk to me,  I swear the whole world stops. </title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but I still love life. That ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our most pernicious inclinations. What could be more stupid than to persist in carrying a burden that we constantly want to cast off, to hold our existence in horror, yet cling to it nonetheless, to fondle the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten our heart?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-542618589385923602?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/542618589385923602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/542618589385923602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-you-talk-to-me-i-swear-whole-world.html' title='When you talk to me,  I swear the whole world stops. '/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1685218409720250142</id><published>2009-12-12T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:10:22.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you get between me and the things I love, I will ask you politely to move.  If you get between me and the people I love, you will move.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SyJ7YsM94lI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hXO324tGy-E/s1600-h/tumblr_ku6pdgSHG81qzesheo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SyJ7YsM94lI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hXO324tGy-E/s400/tumblr_ku6pdgSHG81qzesheo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414025366165381714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1685218409720250142?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1685218409720250142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1685218409720250142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-get-between-me-and-things-i-love.html' title='If you get between me and the things I love, I will ask you politely to move.  If you get between me and the people I love, you will move.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SyJ7YsM94lI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hXO324tGy-E/s72-c/tumblr_ku6pdgSHG81qzesheo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-961080011601153664</id><published>2009-12-12T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:55:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause when I fly solo, I fly so high</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing, where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, is usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we’ve chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them, the people that are still with you at the end of the day - those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-961080011601153664?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/961080011601153664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/961080011601153664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/cause-when-i-fly-solo-i-fly-so-high.html' title='Cause when I fly solo, I fly so high'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-3942405465966011840</id><published>2009-12-12T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:47:50.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me… everyday.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-3942405465966011840?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3942405465966011840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3942405465966011840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/nicholas-sparks-notebook.html' title='Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1336494057802548769</id><published>2009-12-12T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:43:47.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So are you willing to cry over me?</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Men hate to cry, they rarely ever do. But, when a man cries over you, you know he loves you. Because men only cry when they lost something or are afraid of losing something that they love as much or more than themselves.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1336494057802548769?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1336494057802548769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1336494057802548769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-are-you-willing-to-cry-over-me.html' title='So are you willing to cry over me?'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6211725960334384044</id><published>2009-12-11T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:39:39.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We were meant to lose people we love. How else would we know how important they are?</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;It hurts to love someone when you can’t tell what you really feel… because sometimes we get hurt without them knowing, we get jealous without the right to feel that way, we want their time without being in the position to demand for it… till our hearts is breaking in silence… but despite it, we continue to love them because somehow, in this hurtful love, there’s still hope of having simple moments with them… even if it means being ‘just friends’.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-6211725960334384044?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6211725960334384044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6211725960334384044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-were-meant-to-lose-people-we-love.html' title='We were meant to lose people we love. How else would we know how important they are?'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8470312526052774486</id><published>2009-12-11T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:18:39.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say that there was no one else that you could ever be with and that you wanted to be with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Be thankful for every heartbreak, for they were planned. They come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. Their purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life. And you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8470312526052774486?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8470312526052774486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8470312526052774486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-thank-you-boysssssssssssssssssss.html' title='I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say that there was no one else that you could ever be with and that you wanted to be with me.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-99782329138529277</id><published>2009-12-11T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:04:10.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.</title><content type='html'>I am not a perfect lover. I say what’s on my mind. I start fights. I get jealous and sometimes I don’t want to understand things to avoid pain. I am demanding. I am childish. I am moody. But there are three things that I love about me. I am faithful, sweet and when I chose him, it is only him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-99782329138529277?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/99782329138529277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/99782329138529277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-can-never-replace-anyone-because.html' title='You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6368032142408257915</id><published>2009-12-11T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:58:15.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is an invitation to let someone break your heart</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Trust is a fragile thing. Once earned, it affords us tremendous freedom. But once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. Of course the truth is, we never know who we can trust. Those we’re closest to can betray us, and total strangers can come to our rescue. In the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. It really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Words in general and adjectives in particular have power. It is a power that comes in degrees or shadings. People and even societies can make value judgments on others just by the shadings of the words they use. Weird, strange, different and unique are really just different shadings of the same word but evoke completely different connotations when applied to individuals or groups of people.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-6368032142408257915?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6368032142408257915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6368032142408257915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-invitation-to-let-someone-break.html' title='Love is an invitation to let someone break your heart'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-223319755015000600</id><published>2009-12-11T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:44:28.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So girls be happy cos i'm not</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Studies show that men don’t rely on words to convey emotion. Instead, a guy’s brain is task-oriented. He’s more likely to demonstrate his feeling via action. So if you want to decipher the depth of your man’s devotion, pay attention to WHAT he DOES, not what he doesn’t SAY. &lt;b&gt;Here are seven sign’s that he is into you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. He lends you his most precious possessions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- when your guy lends you his stuff,it just shows he trusts and cares for you that is why even if he knows that you may lose the item, he’s willing to make that sacrifice. So if he freely offers you something that you know matters a great deal to him like his fave “Godfather” book, in a way, he’s also offering himself. sweet, ain’t it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. He wants to protect you when you’re apart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Men express their devotion by keeping you safe. He calls and check if you’re alright. he loads up your cellphone so that you can call him anytime you need him,or whatever reason. he gives a bottle of pepper spray. he picks you up and take you to work almost every single day. It all goes back to Neanderthal times, when a man’s main role was to protect the cave babe he adored. Though you no longer need him to ward off wild animals and marauding tribes, his instinct to guard his girl remains.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. He’s always ready for a photo op with you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- let’s admit it guys have a twisted relationship with the camera. on one hand he gets a kick of hamming it up with his posse. sometimes a man wants to see himself as single or available even if he’s involved. he doesnt want anyone who views the picture to think he’s coupled up. So when someone at the party whips out a camera and your dude happily wraps his arms around your shoulder and smiles, it’s a sign that he’s so taken with you and wants the world to know you’re his girl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. He wears the clothes you compliment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Guys tend to play down compliments, especially those that concern their appearance, but if the woman he’s crazy about signals her approval of his outfit, he’s excited and grateful. he shows his appreciation by wearing it again and again. =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. He sits beside you when you eat out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- He wants to be close to you, and subconsciously tell the other guys you two are a tight romantic team. sweet. =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. He shares his chow with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-to men eating is pleasure. when a man is inlove, he wants his girl to experience all the pleasurable things he’s experiencing and that includes his food. it also shows he is comfortable in your personal space.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. He brushes the hair out of your eyes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- extending his hand so that he gently strokes your head is a very intimate gesture. he’s saying he feels so close to you that he cant resist touching you. Only a seriously love-struck guy would do this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-223319755015000600?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/223319755015000600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/223319755015000600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-girls-be-happy-cos-im-not.html' title='So girls be happy cos i&apos;m not'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6448250466093959790</id><published>2009-12-11T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:42:16.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You’re not to be so blind with patriotism that you can’t face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or says it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SyEyyv5-CiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VJPkP-PnsMk/s1600-h/tumblr_kug3b8TxqH1qzcso1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SyEyyv5-CiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VJPkP-PnsMk/s400/tumblr_kug3b8TxqH1qzcso1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413664074510502434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I’m the kind of person who follows her own heart, that’s all. I don’t think I’m cynical or naive. I try to trust my instincts. What I look for the most is some form of truth. I hate lies and hypocrisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-6448250466093959790?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6448250466093959790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6448250466093959790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-i-lied.html' title='You’re not to be so blind with patriotism that you can’t face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or says it.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SyEyyv5-CiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VJPkP-PnsMk/s72-c/tumblr_kug3b8TxqH1qzcso1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-653415562373237926</id><published>2009-12-11T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:39:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can’t be kind, at least be vague.</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I believe we write out own stories and each time we think we know the end, we don’t. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance,and the peace that comes from knowing that you just can’t know it all. You know, life’s funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-653415562373237926?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/653415562373237926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/653415562373237926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-cant-be-kind-at-least-be-vague.html' title='If you can’t be kind, at least be vague.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8442673089141392832</id><published>2009-12-11T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:32:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If someone loves you, give love back to them in whatever way you can, not only because they love you but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8442673089141392832?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8442673089141392832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8442673089141392832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-sleep-my-life-has-tendency-to.html' title='I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-7197044152570304098</id><published>2009-12-10T04:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:26:33.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;We never dated, but we were amazing friends. Now, we’re miles apart. Although I think I’m quite over you, sometimes, I can’t help but think that there will never be anyone as perfect for me as you.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ve wished so many times that i could forget, but there you are— constantly on my mind, it seems, because tiny little things always trigger my memory. i try to push it away, instead of dealing with it. that’s what i do with anything that makes me uncomfortable. i suppose i should be learning how to understand my own emotions. i certainly have enough of them, and that’s hardly your fault. hell, i don’t even know why i’m writing this. it’s not like you’ll ever know what i think. i am a distant memory to you, if anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-7197044152570304098?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7197044152570304098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7197044152570304098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-7913314823246663032</id><published>2009-12-10T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:13:30.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because in the end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Because, in the end, no one will ever give a shit who has kept shit ‘real’ except the two or three people, sitting in their apartments, bitter and self-devouring, who take it upon themselves to wonder about such things. The keeping real of shit matters to some people, but it does not matter to me. It’s fashion, and I don’t like fashion, because fashion does not matter.What matters is that you do good work. What matters is that you produce things that are true and will stand. What matters is that the Flaming Lips’s new album is ravishing and I’ve listened to it a thousand times already, sometimes for days on end, and it enriches me and makes me want to save people. What matters is that it will stand forever, long after any narrow-hearted curmudgeons have forgotten their appearance on goddamn 90210. What matters is not the perception, nor the fashion, not who’s up and who’s down, but what someone has done and if they meant it. What matters is that you want to see and make and do, on as grand a scale as you want, regardless of what the tiny voices of tiny people say. Do not be critics, you people, I beg you. I was a critic and I wish I could take it all back because it came from a smelly and ignorant place in me, and spoke with a voice that was all rage and envy. Do not dismiss a book until you have written one, and do not dismiss a movie until you have made one, and do not dismiss a person until you have met them. It is a fuckload of work to be open-minded and generous and understanding and forgiving and accepting, but Christ, that is what matters. What matters is saying yes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-7913314823246663032?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7913314823246663032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7913314823246663032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-in-end.html' title='Because in the end...'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-7219622105543457330</id><published>2009-12-10T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:10:35.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women will never know what they want and men will never know what they have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SyAEFXA-vGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NHzt13p2U5s/s1600-h/tinywater-photoshoot-contest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SyAEFXA-vGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NHzt13p2U5s/s400/tinywater-photoshoot-contest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413331242223320162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come on and we’ll sing, like we were free&lt;br /&gt;Push the pedal down watch the world around fly by us&lt;br /&gt;Come on and we’ll try, one last time&lt;br /&gt;I’m off the floor one more time to find you&lt;br /&gt;And here we go there’s nothing left to choose&lt;br /&gt;And here we go there’s nothing left to lose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-7219622105543457330?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7219622105543457330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7219622105543457330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/women-will-never-know-what-they-want.html' title='Women will never know what they want and men will never know what they have.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SyAEFXA-vGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NHzt13p2U5s/s72-c/tinywater-photoshoot-contest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6656142910749961096</id><published>2009-12-10T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:49:44.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When he takes your hand &amp; says, I’m here for you and always will be…that’s love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-6656142910749961096?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6656142910749961096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6656142910749961096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-he-takes-your-hand-says-im-here.html' title='When he takes your hand &amp; says, I’m here for you and always will be…that’s love.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8186611837343625235</id><published>2009-12-10T03:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:40:14.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I’d get a thousand hugs From ten thousand lightning bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx_88_-LmBI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MRxyaBGetVY/s1600-h/8528_104656956214682_100000111337314_110504_7340449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx_88_-LmBI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MRxyaBGetVY/s400/8528_104656956214682_100000111337314_110504_7340449_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413323402017216530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;When I say I love you, I mean it with every bit of my body, with every hair on my skin, with every cell making me up, with every breath I take. When I say I love you, I mean I love you with every bad mood you’re in, every tear you shed, everything you don’t do but should, every white lie you tell people, with every sad story from your past, with every time you come late on a date, with every flaw you might have. When I say I love you, I mean I love you with every smile you put on my face, with every laugh you tickle out of me, with every kiss you give me, with every hug you wrap me into you, with every touch of you against my skin, with every falling asleep and waking up next to you. When I say I love you, I mean it with every fibre my body is made up of, with every molecule I consist of. When I say I love you, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;But how do I show that nothing, not a taste, not a smell, not even the color of the sky has ever been as clear or as sharp as it was when I belonged to her. I don’t know how to express that being with someone so dangerous…was the last time that I felt safe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8186611837343625235?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8186611837343625235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8186611837343625235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/cause-id-get-thousand-hugs-from-ten.html' title='Cause I’d get a thousand hugs From ten thousand lightning bugs'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx_88_-LmBI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MRxyaBGetVY/s72-c/8528_104656956214682_100000111337314_110504_7340449_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-3992666909830635501</id><published>2009-12-10T03:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:36:34.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winged Creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx_75S3V9wI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GITPSGXWL4g/s1600-h/PgLio0DQ8qr3she8SG5Zk6IAo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx_75S3V9wI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GITPSGXWL4g/s400/PgLio0DQ8qr3she8SG5Zk6IAo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413322238857705218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the ordinary world we trust in where things belong. Everything has a place, and believing in that makes us innocent. And through the days under the same sky we hope, dream, and laugh. We find and loose our way. Endings are beginnings, and moments like pieces fit together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Time takes it all whether you want it to or not, time takes it all. Time bares it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-3992666909830635501?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3992666909830635501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3992666909830635501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/winged-creatures.html' title='Winged Creatures'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx_75S3V9wI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GITPSGXWL4g/s72-c/PgLio0DQ8qr3she8SG5Zk6IAo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1205782955429023353</id><published>2009-12-10T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:32:32.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the perfect shoe,am gonna find it again later on!&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/1432793745103253335-1205782955429023353?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1205782955429023353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1205782955429023353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-untamed-force.html' title='And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-7724371512610259388</id><published>2009-12-10T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:23:38.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear new girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Treat him okay. He always acts tough around his friends. But it’s just an act. Laugh at his jokes, &lt;i&gt;even when they aren’t funny&lt;/i&gt;. It makes him happy. Never be the one to let go of his hugs first, it puts a &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt; smile on his face. And realize you have a &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt; guy when you’re dating him.. Because I never did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;strike&gt;girlfriend&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-7724371512610259388?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7724371512610259388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7724371512610259388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-new-girlfriend.html' title='Dear new girlfriend'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2639185197307173771</id><published>2009-12-09T05:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:21:27.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TYLER</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86Ub7H4oBhk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86Ub7H4oBhk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny. I'm really a big fan of Tyler. I swear he's just 15. Amazing isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,you may ask me anything please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.formspring.me/sodapopdiet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2639185197307173771?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2639185197307173771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2639185197307173771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/tyler.html' title='TYLER'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-7889987845985319105</id><published>2009-12-09T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:44:50.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Broken heart syndrome is a temporary heart condition brought on by stressful situations, such as the death of a loved one. Many people who have broken heart syndrome may have sudden chest pain or may think they’re having a heart attack. These broken heart syndrome symptoms may be brought on by the heart’s reaction to a surge of stress hormones. In broken heart syndrome, a part of your heart temporarily enlarges, a condition called cardiomyopathy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-7889987845985319105?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7889987845985319105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7889987845985319105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/broken-heart-syndrome-is-temporary.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5326136431589917680</id><published>2009-12-09T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:31:52.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you in 50 ways</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;I love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Afrikaans&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ek het jou lief&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Albanian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Te dua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Arabic&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ana behibak&lt;/i&gt; (to male)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Arabic&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ana behibek&lt;/i&gt; (to female)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Armenian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Yes kez sirumen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Bambara&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;M’bi fe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Bangla&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Belarusian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ya tabe kahayu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Bisaya&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Bulgarian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Obicham te&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Cambodian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Cantonese Chinese&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ngo oiy ney a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Catalan&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;T’estimo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;Cheyenne&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ne mohotatse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;Chichewa&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ndimakukonda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;b&gt;Corsican&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ti tengu caru (to male)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Creol&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mi aime jou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;b&gt;Croatian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Volim te&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;b&gt;Czech&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Miluji te&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;b&gt;Danish&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Jeg Elsker Dig&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;b&gt;Dutch&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ik hou van jou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;b&gt;Esperanto&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mi amas vin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;b&gt;Estonian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ma armastan sind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;b&gt;Ethiopian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Afgreki’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;b&gt;Faroese&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Eg elski teg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;b&gt;Farsi&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Doset daram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;b&gt;Filipino&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mahal kita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;b&gt;Finnish&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mina rakastan sinua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;b&gt;French&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Je t’aime, Je t’adore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;b&gt;Gaelic&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ta gra agam ort&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;b&gt;Georgian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mikvarhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;b&gt;German&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ich liebe dich&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;b&gt;Greek&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;S’agapo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;b&gt;Gujarati&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Hoo thunay prem karoo choo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;b&gt;Hiligaynon&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Palangga ko ikaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;b&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Aloha wau ia oi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;b&gt;Hebrew&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ani ohev otah (to female)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;b&gt;Hebrew&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ani ohev et otha (to male)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;b&gt;Hiligaynon&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Guina higugma ko ikaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;b&gt;Hindi&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;b&gt;Hmong&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Kuv hlub koj&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;b&gt;Hopi&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Nu’ umi unangwa’ta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;b&gt;Hungarian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Szeretlek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;b&gt;Icelandic&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Eg elska tig&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;b&gt;Ilonggo&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Palangga ko ikaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;b&gt;Indonesian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Saya cinta padamu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;b&gt;Inuit&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Negligevapse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;b&gt;Irish&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Taim i’ ngra leat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;b&gt;Italian&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ti amo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5326136431589917680?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5326136431589917680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5326136431589917680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-in-100-ways.html' title='I love you in 50 ways'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-487836161575206247</id><published>2009-12-09T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:28:31.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You spend all your time looking for love yet you feel nothing even when its staring you in the face I will love again but You will spend all your life knowing you turned your back on love and that makes you a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-487836161575206247?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/487836161575206247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/487836161575206247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-spend-all-your-time-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8386549218527275205</id><published>2009-12-09T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:20:54.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really have nothing better to do,shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6Ys5lCTeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Pt3DyfrsHis/s1600-h/DSCF0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6Ys5lCTeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Pt3DyfrsHis/s400/DSCF0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412931699283742178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice right my sister's siput? Well i did it for her! Muahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6YscCsv3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/5QdrLXWRx2Y/s1600-h/DSCF0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6YscCsv3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/5QdrLXWRx2Y/s400/DSCF0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412931691355094898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6YsJHMCpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rt08C-lh4OU/s1600-h/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6YsJHMCpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rt08C-lh4OU/s400/DSCF0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412931686273649298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6YrxjKbSI/AAAAAAAAAk4/isAOA6vc2Vg/s1600-h/DSCF0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6YrxjKbSI/AAAAAAAAAk4/isAOA6vc2Vg/s400/DSCF0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412931679948533026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;As soon as she said this and during the long pause that occured, I stood there thinking ‘what could she have found?’. For everyone theres a number of things that could be seen and used against you in some form, some bigger than others. If your mum finds a lighter, no biggie, if she finds a bit of a porn stash, embarrassing, if she finds 10 keys of coke, well then she should be proud as you’ve turned into a very good drug lord.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8386549218527275205?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8386549218527275205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8386549218527275205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-have-nothing-better-to-doshit.html' title='I really have nothing better to do,shit'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6Ys5lCTeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Pt3DyfrsHis/s72-c/DSCF0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-4809237109135015769</id><published>2009-12-09T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:50:00.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the arms of an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6RjQ-JgpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QtrOw1R2ZhU/s1600-h/tumblr_kuccfe1Od41qzimvro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6RjQ-JgpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QtrOw1R2ZhU/s400/tumblr_kuccfe1Od41qzimvro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412923837183001234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woah. This is so fucking awesome. Someone bring me there please. I promise i will love you forever. Cross my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-4809237109135015769?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4809237109135015769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4809237109135015769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-arms-of-angel.html' title='In the arms of an angel'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx6RjQ-JgpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QtrOw1R2ZhU/s72-c/tumblr_kuccfe1Od41qzimvro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6380954084621245882</id><published>2009-12-09T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:38:16.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To feel not good enough</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Maybe what this can be explained as is just a bunch of falling hope. Falling in front of your eyes like rain and that feeling in your chest, that breaking feeling, it’s just the beginning. It will get much worse.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-6380954084621245882?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6380954084621245882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6380954084621245882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-feel-not-good-enough.html' title='To feel not good enough'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1502592770847722558</id><published>2009-12-09T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:30:37.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You keep on building the lies</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;She’s the kind of girl you forget as soon as you meet. She is the crust on the bread; every face you have ever forgotten. She is the verse to that song on the radio, the forgettable. But broken hearts and backstabbing drama couldn’t touch her; she’s far beyond that.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1502592770847722558?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1502592770847722558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1502592770847722558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-keep-on-building-lies.html' title='You keep on building the lies'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8377967488773554185</id><published>2009-12-08T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:04:51.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not all about love. There's more to life than love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8377967488773554185?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8377967488773554185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8377967488773554185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodnight.html' title='Life is not all about love. There&apos;s more to life than love.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-7157999303006177031</id><published>2009-12-08T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:58:25.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“She dances in the middle of forests she’s drawing”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx1d6tAti5I/AAAAAAAAAko/hEBSH2Uh6KY/s1600-h/3587263368_6770e25679_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx1d6tAti5I/AAAAAAAAAko/hEBSH2Uh6KY/s400/3587263368_6770e25679_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412585590265580434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny. He is so bloody cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. My dad said he look like a playboy though. kurang hajar kannnnnnnn! hehehe but nevermind&lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-7157999303006177031?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7157999303006177031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/7157999303006177031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-dances-in-middle-of-forests-shes.html' title='“She dances in the middle of forests she’s drawing”'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx1d6tAti5I/AAAAAAAAAko/hEBSH2Uh6KY/s72-c/3587263368_6770e25679_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8021214691504741279</id><published>2009-12-08T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:05:36.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not interested?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx1R6neYHzI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2DZPAWmDocQ/s1600-h/6774_100655363281508_100000111337314_10354_6652394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx1R6neYHzI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2DZPAWmDocQ/s400/6774_100655363281508_100000111337314_10354_6652394_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412572394639859506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll be the grapes fermented,&lt;br /&gt;Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit&lt;br /&gt;Like a perfect gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the fire escape that’s bolted to the ancient brick&lt;br /&gt;Where you will sit and contemplate your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning&lt;br /&gt;In an open tab when your judgment’s on the brink&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the phonograph that plays your favorite&lt;br /&gt;Albums back as you’re lying there drifting off to sleep…&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity’s done to you…&lt;br /&gt;You won’t have to strain to look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat&lt;br /&gt;With the collar up so you won’t catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to take you far from the cynics in this town&lt;br /&gt;And kiss you on the mouth&lt;br /&gt;We’ll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene,&lt;br /&gt;Start a brand new colony&lt;br /&gt;Where everything will change,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll give ourselves new names (identities erased)&lt;br /&gt;The sun will heat the grounds&lt;br /&gt;Under our bare feet in this brand new colony&lt;br /&gt;Everything will change, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8021214691504741279?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8021214691504741279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8021214691504741279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-interested.html' title='Not interested?'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/Sx1R6neYHzI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2DZPAWmDocQ/s72-c/6774_100655363281508_100000111337314_10354_6652394_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5520617704700106513</id><published>2009-12-08T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:28:21.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys don't understand this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Sometimes she didn’t want sweet. She wanted tough, or dangerous, or just plain bad. She knew this was screwed up. She was trying not to want that anymore, because she almost always got what she wanted, except when it came to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5520617704700106513?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5520617704700106513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5520617704700106513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/boys-dont-understand-this.html' title='Boys don&apos;t understand this'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1159496180652650712</id><published>2009-12-08T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:19:54.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Love. Love isn’t something we define by how much we love or how we love. It’s the fact that we love in general. Love is when you wake up to text messages from someone you still love. Love is when you care for them so much, you can’t even describe it. Love isn’t always something you describe with words. Love is something which you share with someone. Love can come in all shapes and sizes. Love can make or break a life. That’s love.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1159496180652650712?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1159496180652650712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1159496180652650712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/heaven.html' title='heaven'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-1032929387700827758</id><published>2009-12-07T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:16:58.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me when you hear my heart stop</title><content type='html'>in the middle of the night..... staring at the wall won't bring you anywhere. frown all you can but you will never stop worrying. cry all you want but no one will ever feel you. shout all you want but still no one can hear you. if everything i do wasn't the right thing to do. then what should i really do? we are born to be a happy kid. but why i'm not? i don't get it,why can't i have the happiness that every one is having instead. what am i really to you? why are you here? why did you came into my life? why are you acting like this towards me? why did i prefer movies then reality? who are you? who am i to you? i don't really like guys like you. i'm glad that i'm 15 cos i know i still have a long way to go. being 17 wasn't what i really wish for. wishes,they never come true. so quit wishing. i shouldn't have been thinking about this too much. but i just can't stop thinking about it. i don't understand a single thing. i wanna take it slowly. no rushing can? what do you want in my life? my soul? you don't know a single thing about his should. so just kill me. why do you bother to call me and text me when it's already clear that i'm ignoring you. yes ignorance is my new best friend. actually it was just a mistake. i shouldn't have met you in my life. you know you're not what i expected. mum's always right. i'm not gonna bother about *** anymore. because all i get is not what i want. i want to be.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-1032929387700827758?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1032929387700827758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/1032929387700827758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/tell-me-when-you-hear-my-heart-stop.html' title='tell me when you hear my heart stop'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8755268273489066619</id><published>2009-12-07T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:07:41.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;                         Your new girlfriend is pretty. (I bet she stole your heart) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         Yeah, she is. (But you’re still the most beautiful girl I know) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;                         I heard she’s funny &amp;amp; amazing. (All the stuff i wasn’t) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         She sure is. (But she’s nothing compared to you) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;                         I bet you know everything about her by now (Like how you knew just about everything about me) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         Only the stuff that count (I can’t even remember the stuff she tells me when i think of you) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;                         Well, I hope you guys last. (Because we never did) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         I hope we do too. (Whatever happened to me &amp;amp; you?) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;                         Well i got to go. (Before i start to cry) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         Yeah me too. (I hope you don’t cry) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;                         Bye. (I still love you) &lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         Later. (I never stopped)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8755268273489066619?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8755268273489066619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8755268273489066619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_07.html' title=':('/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-3886591256403425301</id><published>2009-12-07T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:57:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>—    10 Things I Hate About You Movie</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-3886591256403425301?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3886591256403425301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3886591256403425301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-things-i-hate-about-you-movie.html' title='—    10 Things I Hate About You Movie'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5031369059576073084</id><published>2009-12-07T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:08:13.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow life</title><content type='html'>Every girl needs a man. You know, the kind that’ll treat you right. The kind that has enough respect for you &amp;amp; is willing to change, just to be with you. The kind that searches for you with all his heart &amp;amp; that can be trusted in a room full of beautiful girls. Every girl needs a man who won’t cheat on her because he knows she’s got all that he wants &amp;amp; needs already. He won’t mind calling you early in the morning just to say good morning or late at night to say good night; maybe even sing you a good morning song &amp;amp; tell you a bedtime story or talk to you until you fall asleep. This guy will be the kind that’ll do anything for you, even if it’s to just go to the store &amp;amp; buy you your favorite kind of candy. He would defend &amp;amp; fight for you &amp;amp; wouldn’t bail on you for his friends when you need him most. The kind that won’t leave you lonely &amp;amp; wondering; the one that calls you surprisingly, even if he’s out with his friend, to just tell you that he loves &amp;amp; misses you a lot. The kind that isn’t afraid to smile to his friends every time you’re around &amp;amp; tell them, “She’s the one”. The kind that appreciates you for the things you do for him, even if they’re little. The ones that actually thank you for the little love notes you leave him, waits for you when you’re falling behind, &amp;amp; opens doors for you. Every girl needs a man who will take you out on dates once in awhile &amp;amp; buys you flowers just because it’s a Wednesday. The kind of guy that notices your hair when you just got it cut or done beautifully for him. He would remind you that he loves you &amp;amp; that he’s happy to be with you, just in case you forget. The kind that just doesn’t want kisses &amp;amp; hugs, but to actually be loved &amp;amp; to love. You deserve a guy that will call you beautiful instead of hot, who kisses your forehead when you’re down, tells you to be strong &amp;amp; to not cry, &amp;amp; when you do cry, he’d cry with you when times are hard. The kind that will go through thick &amp;amp; thin with &amp;amp; for you. The kind that just loves you for who you are &amp;amp; not for who you aren’t and loves you because you’re his favorite girl in the whole wide world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5031369059576073084?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5031369059576073084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5031369059576073084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/slow-life.html' title='slow life'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-4270001681775510012</id><published>2009-12-06T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:55:08.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaked out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxqPqMmeBSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/lG_NTDkanJA/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxqPqMmeBSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/lG_NTDkanJA/s400/quote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411795857338926370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am to promote faiz's quote. Damn boy you're real good huh. Please make more,looking forward on it. I promise i will be your number 1 fan. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-4270001681775510012?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4270001681775510012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4270001681775510012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/sneaked-out.html' title='Sneaked out'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxqPqMmeBSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/lG_NTDkanJA/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-854591035605345528</id><published>2009-12-05T05:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:41:18.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J. C. Watts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Character is doing the right thing when nobody’s looking. There are too many people who think that the only thing that’s right is to get by, and the only thing that’s wrong is to get caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-854591035605345528?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/854591035605345528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/854591035605345528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/j-c-watts.html' title='J. C. Watts'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-57624866738546193</id><published>2009-12-05T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:05:28.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jodi Picoult</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;There are two kinds of love…in the safe kind you look for someone who’s exactly like you. It’s what most folks settle for. But then there’s the other kind of love. Everyone’s born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that’s a perfect fit. You’ll search for it forever, if you have to. And if you’re lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. But then, of course, when you try to get close to their other half, you don’t fit anymore. That kind of love…you come out of it a different person than you were when you started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-57624866738546193?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/57624866738546193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/57624866738546193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/jodi-picoult.html' title='Jodi Picoult'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2432157122723266564</id><published>2009-12-05T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:12:51.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i hear your voice,my heart smiles</title><content type='html'>Dear God, i see no one else in my future but him. Please make it true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2432157122723266564?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2432157122723266564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2432157122723266564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-god-i-see-no-one-else-in-my-future.html' title='When i hear your voice,my heart smiles'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-6103866160308948266</id><published>2009-12-05T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:40:36.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;If you ask me, we go to the movies because we want to see fairy tales, a sleeping queen woken up by his true love’s kiss. A princess who puts aside her jewels to make her way in the world. Lovers torn apart being brought back together, but life isn’t a fairytale and happy ending are few and far between. In life, the young queen becomes the tyrant and takes her subject to war so that’s why we need movies to remind us that despite it all, love can still spring in the most unlikely lived places and that sometimes even fairy tales can come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-6103866160308948266?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6103866160308948266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/6103866160308948266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-220926546166757982</id><published>2009-12-05T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:40:08.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay i'm jealous :( HAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxlJa38VStI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dIDcrRG9WEA/s1600-h/tumblr_ku4wmkmTNm1qa5fz0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxlJa38VStI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dIDcrRG9WEA/s400/tumblr_ku4wmkmTNm1qa5fz0o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411437153304791762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-220926546166757982?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/220926546166757982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/220926546166757982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-im-jealous-hahahahaha.html' title='Okay i&apos;m jealous :( HAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxlJa38VStI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dIDcrRG9WEA/s72-c/tumblr_ku4wmkmTNm1qa5fz0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-3528597096510571548</id><published>2009-12-04T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:19:18.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm caught in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/tumblr_ku398zjwNI1qzed1do1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm reaching out and i just can't tell you why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;And when you're close,I feel like coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;In the middle of the night when i'm in this dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;It's like a million little stars spelling out your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;Come on say that we'll be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;It's half full and i won't wait here all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-3528597096510571548?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3528597096510571548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3528597096510571548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m caught in you'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-2250380270829121531</id><published>2009-12-04T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:46:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To create man was a fine and original idea; but to add the sheep was a tautology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/tumblr_ku3b50eH6h1qzlsa9o1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-2250380270829121531?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2250380270829121531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/2250380270829121531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-create-man-was-fine-and-original.html' title='To create man was a fine and original idea; but to add the sheep was a tautology'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-4243028956912973220</id><published>2009-12-03T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:45:15.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love someone always let it show ‘cause if they leave tomorrow they’ll never know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/tumblr_ku13pgFNjP1qzaykoo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: normal; line-height: 19px; "&gt;If you’re going to love me, love me deeply. &lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to break my heart, then break it all. &lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to care, care for me completely.&lt;br /&gt;If you decide not to hold me, don’t let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to stay, then stay forever and&lt;br /&gt;If you want to leave, then do it today. &lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to change, change for the better. &lt;br /&gt;And if you’re going to talk, please mean what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-4243028956912973220?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4243028956912973220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/4243028956912973220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-love-someone-always-let-it-show.html' title='If you love someone always let it show ‘cause if they leave tomorrow they’ll never know.'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8277905282879378831</id><published>2009-12-03T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:20:16.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well he said that and now i'm scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/PgLio0DQ8quogu2vc7IDRXAuo1_500-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;well, its a cruel world out there.. not everybody is nice you know. im just afraid they will break your heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody only cares about money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; theyll do anything for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and ppl who you thought as friends are only using you to get what they want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be careful when you turn 16.. your whole life changes from there  its important to have REAL friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8277905282879378831?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8277905282879378831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8277905282879378831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-he-said-that-and-now-im-scared.html' title='well he said that and now i&apos;m scared'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-5584359819432627220</id><published>2009-12-03T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:44:56.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what i want so give it to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/tumblr_ku190wILgj1qa3aiko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-5584359819432627220?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5584359819432627220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/5584359819432627220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-what-i-want-so-give-it-to-me.html' title='You know what i want so give it to me'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-9084775997619528033</id><published>2009-12-03T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:35:48.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you may say i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/tumblr_ku1akywTbJ1qa025qo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: normal; line-height: 19px; "&gt;What I have with him is worth it. It is worth every lonely night, every tear I cry from missing him, and the pain I feel from not having him close. It is worth it cause he is my one and only. When I picture myself years from now, I see only him. No matter how painful distance can be, not having him in my life would be so much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-9084775997619528033?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/9084775997619528033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/9084775997619528033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-may-say-im-dreamer-but-im-not-only.html' title='you may say i&apos;m a dreamer, but i&apos;m not the only one'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-911061962871211214</id><published>2009-12-03T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:21:37.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend’s Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff340/syafwanahazman/tumblr_ktzqtevbwN1qzvd2ro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: normal; line-height: 19px; "&gt;I love you. I’ve loved you for nine years, I’ve just been too arrogant and scared to realize it, and … well, now I’m just scared. So, I realize this comes at a very inopportune time but I really have this gigantic favor to ask of you. Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy. Oh, that sounds like three favors, doesn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-911061962871211214?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/911061962871211214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/911061962871211214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My Best Friend’s Wedding'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8822255032309624685</id><published>2009-12-02T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:20:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone loves you out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxZbiWSQE0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/-vGRwUgfTD4/s1600-h/tumblr_ku0ub7wCnv1qzwfhoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxZbiWSQE0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/-vGRwUgfTD4/s400/tumblr_ku0ub7wCnv1qzwfhoo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410612647988040514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8822255032309624685?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8822255032309624685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8822255032309624685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-loves-you-out-there.html' title='Someone loves you out there'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxZbiWSQE0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/-vGRwUgfTD4/s72-c/tumblr_ku0ub7wCnv1qzwfhoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-8242789833254482234</id><published>2009-12-02T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:39:43.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just haven't met you yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxWNENhA6zI/AAAAAAAAAkA/R9Bw7m9ETRM/s1600/tumblr_ktzsecvkrj1qa0ideo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxWNENhA6zI/AAAAAAAAAkA/R9Bw7m9ETRM/s400/tumblr_ktzsecvkrj1qa0ideo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410385630842645298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-8242789833254482234?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8242789833254482234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/8242789833254482234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-havent-met-you-yet.html' title='I just haven&apos;t met you yet'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7NKPaXogCs/SxWNENhA6zI/AAAAAAAAAkA/R9Bw7m9ETRM/s72-c/tumblr_ktzsecvkrj1qa0ideo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432793745103253335.post-3155078625781645056</id><published>2009-12-02T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:00:25.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy you should do that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it's broken&lt;br /&gt;So they'd think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd put myself first&lt;br /&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that she'd be faithful&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to come home, to come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say it's just a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Think I'd forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;You thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand&lt;br /&gt;And you don't understand, oh&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're taking her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;2)Didn't i just talked about love to you? What wow a touchy topic? Then why didn't you respond well? You know the way we are talking right now is making me falling in love with you. Oh please don't make me suffer anymore. I had enough,like totally enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432793745103253335-3155078625781645056?l=wannahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3155078625781645056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432793745103253335/posts/default/3155078625781645056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannahazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-boy-you-should-do-that.html' title='oh boy you should do that'/><author><name>sodapopdiet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456123186668207266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RteD1zFsOe8/TrmhAy3dDWI/AAAAAAAABPE/UAhmSnAmKI0/s220/IMG_6478.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
