<?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-8158026404231456249</id><updated>2011-08-02T04:14:55.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inhuman17</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-119877318428179249</id><published>2009-06-17T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:06:10.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've trying my v.best to capture your heart but you still push me away. What wrong have I done? Im trying to make you happy every moment. Maybe it's just time to throw in the towel? or Should I just perservere and try again &amp;amp; again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Why I never walk away. Why I played myself this way. Now I see, you're testing me, pushes me away....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-119877318428179249?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/119877318428179249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/119877318428179249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/119877318428179249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-8799933493176148996</id><published>2009-06-16T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:08:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When to workplace to &lt;strong&gt;settle &lt;/strong&gt;some problems. Before that met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jazli&lt;/strong&gt; and ate at &lt;strong&gt;Gelare's ehub&lt;/strong&gt;. The Waffles were superb but if you come to my workplace, I can make it double superb. Around 2.30pm when to &lt;strong&gt;TampOne&lt;/strong&gt; to window shop while waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Boy and his cousins&lt;/strong&gt; to arrive from &lt;strong&gt;Geylang&lt;/strong&gt;. When to buy a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RedBull&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Smoothie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at basement. When to accompany one of them to pay &lt;strong&gt;summon&lt;/strong&gt; at the post office and then when back to &lt;strong&gt;TampOne&lt;/strong&gt; to accompany them eat at &lt;strong&gt;Carl's Jr.&lt;/strong&gt; Boy then treat us &lt;strong&gt;cookies&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Subway&lt;/strong&gt;. Around 5+pm took the bus to &lt;strong&gt;Pasir Ris&lt;/strong&gt; to play &lt;strong&gt;takraw&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Faiz&lt;/strong&gt; met up with us there. Reached &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt; at 10pm. Im starting to like playing takraw sia.!!! eventhough I've gotten a &lt;strong&gt;bruised&lt;/strong&gt; ankle. &lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; got &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt; at 12pm and Im &lt;strong&gt;not looking forward&lt;/strong&gt; to it. &lt;strong&gt;Qns of the day&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;What do girls really want from a guy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rise Up - Yves Larock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-8799933493176148996?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/8799933493176148996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/8799933493176148996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/8799933493176148996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/full.html' title='Full'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-8258990996027190882</id><published>2009-06-15T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:55:49.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive tried and tried, again and again but nothing seems to work. Maybe it's time for me to just forget the past. Maybe that will me my last text message for you. Knowing that you're fine and happy makes me happy. So goodbye. Maybe we'll meet again someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last song - The All-American Reject&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-8258990996027190882?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/8258990996027190882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/8258990996027190882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/8258990996027190882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-last.html' title='My last'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-4174473468449017455</id><published>2009-06-15T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:06:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fcuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was a fuck up day.(Only at work). No mood to update.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Call - Secondhand Serenade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-4174473468449017455?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/4174473468449017455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/fcuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/4174473468449017455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/4174473468449017455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/fcuk.html' title='Fcuk'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-7088491903458103725</id><published>2009-06-14T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:03:49.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things between me and a friend &lt;strong&gt;hadn't been great&lt;/strong&gt;. I wasted my text messages texting that person. That person didn't reply. Its been &lt;strong&gt;days&lt;/strong&gt; now but finally we have &lt;strong&gt;straighten&lt;/strong&gt; things out. Im so happy. Im &lt;strong&gt;proud &lt;/strong&gt;of myself that I've &lt;strong&gt;tried&lt;/strong&gt;, as hard as I can. Maybe sooner or later, that person will notice my effort.....I never felt these way before. Its like Im &lt;strong&gt;content&lt;/strong&gt; with your reasons eventhough it hurts me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway I wanna go shopping &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. Boy tell me when you wanna booked me out cause I need to &lt;strong&gt;take off&lt;/strong&gt; in advance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never Say Never - The Fray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-7088491903458103725?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/7088491903458103725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/7088491903458103725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/7088491903458103725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-4113924522911857402</id><published>2009-06-14T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:49:57.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to woke early at &lt;strong&gt;4pm&lt;/strong&gt; when I actually supposed to start at &lt;strong&gt;7pm&lt;/strong&gt;. Didn't follow family to Malaysia. &lt;strong&gt;Work&lt;/strong&gt; was alright. Got a called while working. It was from mum. She said that they were involved in an &lt;strong&gt;accident &lt;/strong&gt;but no one was hurt. They were hit by a malaysian car. Mum told me that they had to pay &lt;strong&gt;RM$300&lt;/strong&gt; instead of the guy who banged them. Wtf!!!!. The policeman asked what type of car my dad was driving and told them that it was their fault. The &lt;strong&gt;fucking policeman&lt;/strong&gt; didn't want to see any &lt;strong&gt;witness or evidence&lt;/strong&gt;. Fuck them la. Now im sitting, blogging, as I just reached home from work. While doing the closing, we've found out that we were &lt;strong&gt;short of $100.&lt;/strong&gt; I can sure to god that I &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; took it. Luckily boss didn;t blame me.(13 June 2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only One - Yellowcard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-4113924522911857402?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/4113924522911857402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/4113924522911857402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/4113924522911857402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-3055390834116326119</id><published>2009-06-12T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:13:28.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Packed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up at &lt;strong&gt;11 &lt;/strong&gt;because Im meeting &lt;strong&gt;Faiz&lt;/strong&gt; to go for &lt;strong&gt;Friday prayers&lt;/strong&gt; at Bedok. Packed my school stuff and found a package which consist of a &lt;strong&gt;shade &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;a note&lt;/strong&gt;. Read the note and &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt; to myself. &lt;strong&gt;Memories&lt;/strong&gt; starts to flash through my mind, remembering the times we had. Met &lt;strong&gt;Hassan &amp;amp; Hafiz&lt;/strong&gt; at the mosque. After prayers when to eat lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Petal Mc&lt;/strong&gt;. Followed Hassan &amp;amp; Hafiz to send Faiz to &lt;strong&gt;Eunos Mrt&lt;/strong&gt; via Hassan's &lt;strong&gt;Hyundai Tucson&lt;/strong&gt;. After sending Faiz off, We picked up &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; from his house and Hassan &amp;amp; Hafiz send us to &lt;strong&gt;Harry's house&lt;/strong&gt;. Met &lt;strong&gt;Harry&lt;/strong&gt; and his friends at his house &amp;amp; off to &lt;strong&gt;Safra&lt;/strong&gt;. Slacked for awhile with them and Im off to &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt; at 5pm. Paper was &lt;strong&gt;okay&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp; finally Im &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; from exams. Yahoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346458647248605458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/SjJv0BuRkRI/AAAAAAAAABU/EehH_2MdA4Y/s320/12-06-09_2250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not Fair - Lily Allen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-3055390834116326119?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/3055390834116326119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/action-packed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/3055390834116326119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/3055390834116326119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/action-packed.html' title='Action Packed'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/SjJv0BuRkRI/AAAAAAAAABU/EehH_2MdA4Y/s72-c/12-06-09_2250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-7369009024504099443</id><published>2009-06-11T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:56:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes On You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, but you saved me&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you want to&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I think that I've got to have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, it's true&lt;br /&gt;So don't, don't take it away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got my eye on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is my way of saying&lt;br /&gt;What I needed to say&lt;br /&gt;I am proud, I am strong&lt;br /&gt;And you've been here all along&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it until today&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that it happened this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, it's true&lt;br /&gt;So don't, don't take it away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got my eye on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on now&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving&lt;br /&gt;Take these hands&lt;br /&gt;Don't even say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss you&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to my heart&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And let it be known&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm learning to show it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, it's true&lt;br /&gt;So don't, don't take it away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got my eye on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, it's true&lt;br /&gt;So don't, don't take it away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got my eye on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-7369009024504099443?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/7369009024504099443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/eyes-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/7369009024504099443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/7369009024504099443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/eyes-on-you.html' title='Eyes On You'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-8763594774660106413</id><published>2009-06-11T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:35:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today the &lt;strong&gt;heat &lt;/strong&gt;woke me up. The heat from the sun strikes at my face. Couldn't go back to sleep so I woke up. Played &lt;strong&gt;PS3&lt;/strong&gt; till 3. Bath. Wake some &lt;strong&gt;MTV&lt;/strong&gt; and when I was about to go out for soccer, &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; asked me if I wanna play &lt;strong&gt;Takraw&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Pasir Ris&lt;/strong&gt;. So changed my plan &amp;amp; out I go to play Takraw. Met up with Boy at 416, his aunt's place. We met my couz, &lt;strong&gt;Naqib&lt;/strong&gt;, and his pals at &lt;strong&gt;7eleven&lt;/strong&gt;. We just &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt; at each other and out we go to play Takraw. Played with Boy's cousin and his cousin's friends. Tomorrow is my &lt;strong&gt;final paper&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; I have &lt;strong&gt;not studied&lt;/strong&gt; for it. But maybe later i shall study. So wish me luck aite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eyes On You &amp;amp; Just Keep Breathing - Automatic Loveletter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-8763594774660106413?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/8763594774660106413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/8763594774660106413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/8763594774660106413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-8357001285854249255</id><published>2009-06-10T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:44:42.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;, hot day. Im like freaking sweating every now and then, for the past few weeks. Where does the &lt;strong&gt;wind &amp;amp; breeze&lt;/strong&gt; gone to?. Anyway today was a boring day. Went to &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt; at 4pm but papers start at 7pm and ended at 9.15pm. Rushed home to watch &lt;strong&gt;Prison Break&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp; my holiday is coming!!!!. Actually there's not much different because my school schedule is like this, Wednesday 7pm-10pm, Friday 7pm-10pm &amp;amp; Saturday 10am-12pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Friday is my &lt;strong&gt;last paper&lt;/strong&gt;, which is &lt;strong&gt;math paper 2&lt;/strong&gt; after that I'm &lt;strong&gt;free for 2 weeks!!!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;Formula Drift&lt;/strong&gt; this Saturday?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fingerprints - Katy Perry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-8357001285854249255?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/8357001285854249255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/8357001285854249255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/8357001285854249255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-paper.html' title='One more paper'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-7218385425832706395</id><published>2009-06-09T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:59:29.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woke &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; up at 10.30 eventhough we had agreed to meet at &lt;strong&gt;tamp platform&lt;/strong&gt; at 11.30. He scolded me for not telling him that I'm wearing slippers. (We're the owner of the same &lt;strong&gt;air max light&lt;/strong&gt;). Headed to &lt;strong&gt;Dover&lt;/strong&gt;, Singapore Poly, to meet up with &lt;strong&gt;Faiz&lt;/strong&gt;(Lego). He invited us outsiders to dine at his school canteen no 3 for lunch. Reached there around 1. &lt;strong&gt;Nizam&lt;/strong&gt; then tagged along. Boy &amp;amp; I bought the &lt;strong&gt;Snapple Drink&lt;/strong&gt;. My fun fact under the bottle cap was, &lt;strong&gt;" Do you know that bees have 5 eyes?"&lt;/strong&gt;. Boy's one was , &lt;strong&gt;" Did you know that the BullFrog is the only animal that doesn't sleep?"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After lunch we headed to &lt;strong&gt;peninsula&lt;/strong&gt; because Faiz wanted to buy his baseball tee. After which we headed to &lt;strong&gt;Marina&lt;/strong&gt; to the Rastafari Shop because Boy &amp;amp; I wanted to buy a sling bag. Next we went to &lt;strong&gt;Wheelocks Place&lt;/strong&gt; to pick up Boys' parent's watches. The whole freaking hot day Faiz &amp;amp; Boy debate on riddles. It was damn funny to see them debating. While waiting for the watches to be ready, they accomponied me to the &lt;strong&gt;Springfield&lt;/strong&gt; Outlet which is located in &lt;strong&gt;Wisma Atria's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Isetan&lt;/strong&gt;. Sadly I couldn't get any tee there because the tee I wanted didn't have my size in stock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kind sales person there tried helping me call the other outlets but to no avail. When to &lt;strong&gt;Sasa&lt;/strong&gt; then to get the &lt;strong&gt;free fragrance smell&lt;/strong&gt;.(Dont think i don't have any cologne at home okay). When to collect the watches then went straight to &lt;strong&gt;White Sand&lt;/strong&gt; to get my &lt;strong&gt;passport size photo&lt;/strong&gt; as I need to renew my passport. Faiz &amp;amp; boy accompanied me while Nizam went home already. After collect my passport size photos. We split, I went &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt; early as tomorrow I have exam, &lt;strong&gt;Science Paper 1 &amp;amp; Physics&lt;/strong&gt;. My Papers start at 7pm tomorrow. So wish me luck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345356584561300738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/Si6FfiSSVQI/AAAAAAAAABM/w8lBgdoShN0/s320/333623-001-37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Air Max Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345353420530586322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/Si6CnXWlEtI/AAAAAAAAABE/MgDfcFGCa5o/s320/DSC00085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345353245582337826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/Si6CdLnqpyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WIICL1xkcI4/s320/DSC00084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clockwise: Me, Faiz, Sheiron. At Wisma Atria's Springfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Unaware - My Favorite Highway &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Heartless(Cover) - Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering if you're okay....every minute of the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-7218385425832706395?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/7218385425832706395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/7218385425832706395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/7218385425832706395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/Si6FfiSSVQI/AAAAAAAAABM/w8lBgdoShN0/s72-c/333623-001-37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-7037981460920304367</id><published>2009-06-07T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:12:43.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for not posting yesterday. Had some &lt;strong&gt;family matters&lt;/strong&gt; to attend &amp;amp; settle. Today was fun. Went out with &lt;strong&gt;Nizam&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Sissoko&lt;/strong&gt;) today. First went to &lt;strong&gt;Century Square&lt;/strong&gt; to check out the wireless mp3 Nizam wanted to buy. Told him to get the Sony one instead of the brandless one as i don't trust brandless products eventhough they're cheap. Went to &lt;strong&gt;Orchard&lt;/strong&gt; then. Its my turn to check out my stuffs. Before that, I took Nizam to eat the food at Ayam Bakar stall at &lt;strong&gt;Lucky Plaza&lt;/strong&gt;. The food was &lt;strong&gt;heavenly&lt;/strong&gt; nice. Its been so long since I eaten there. Then we went to &lt;strong&gt;Paragon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Heeren&lt;/strong&gt; then to &lt;strong&gt;Wisma&lt;/strong&gt;. At Wisma I bought to &lt;strong&gt;French Connection&lt;/strong&gt;(FCUK) Tee which cost me $59 each. It was worth it. Bought a &lt;strong&gt;Davidoff perfume&lt;/strong&gt; for my lil sis since it was her &lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt; 2 days ago. Big sis was totally jealous haha. Went off to &lt;strong&gt;Marina&lt;/strong&gt; then to look at my quiksilver tee but ended up not buying any because I don't want to spend to much today as faiz has asked me out on Tuesday. So I shall continue my &lt;strong&gt;shopping spree&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;!! Can't wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344587532430357474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/SivKCz1-M-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nfjz1SJw9c8/s320/08-05-09_1251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Springfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, My fav.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344587114755968898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/SivJqf4oz4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/diTanQN6cV0/s320/07-06-09_2205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;French Connection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jagan Pernah Berubah - ST12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You Found Me - The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-7037981460920304367?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/7037981460920304367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/7037981460920304367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/7037981460920304367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/shop.html' title='Shop'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/SivKCz1-M-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nfjz1SJw9c8/s72-c/08-05-09_1251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-6951842347191137176</id><published>2009-06-05T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:45:03.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When to take my pay at work. Before that Ryan, Anthony &amp;amp; I went to play pool beside our workplace. I suck at it alot man. Time to practise haha. &lt;strong&gt;Sheiron&lt;/strong&gt;, Boy, met up with me at my workplace. Treat him eat calamari from Fish&amp;amp;Co Express. Afraid to hurt another friend's feeling, I asked if Ryan would like to tag along. We went to the nearby void deck to laze around while waiting for Boy's cousin to meet us up at the void deck. &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; invited me to play takraw whith him &amp;amp; his cousins but I can't because I got to take my &lt;strong&gt;math exam&lt;/strong&gt; at 7. Math was quite okay(should'nt say easy). I manage to complete papers with &lt;strong&gt;confident&lt;/strong&gt;. But Im afraid that I made &lt;strong&gt;careless&lt;/strong&gt; mistakes cause, in my opinion, this paper was the &lt;strong&gt;easier&lt;/strong&gt; of the two papers which I previously had taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Note to all: You may think im soft &amp;amp; someone you can push around. Fyi, Im no pushover. I dont give a damn about your age and stuff. If you respect me, I'll respect you. This got to end, &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343851814175963186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/Siks6XxI-DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iX-UUV0X0q0/s320/02-04-09_1532.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sometimes the ones closest to you is your enemy. The one who envy your progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;What You Put Me Through - Cambria Detken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-6951842347191137176?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/6951842347191137176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/6951842347191137176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/6951842347191137176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/Siks6XxI-DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iX-UUV0X0q0/s72-c/02-04-09_1532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-1075377768462382600</id><published>2009-06-04T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:18:29.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down, Down, Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miss you badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So bad - Making April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-1075377768462382600?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/1075377768462382600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-down-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/1075377768462382600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/1075377768462382600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-down-down.html' title='Down, Down, Down'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-2152705994459611430</id><published>2009-06-04T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:58:43.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When to work at 12. Not to my suprise my boss hired another part time worker. Taught him the basic stuff, like how to do the cashier &amp;amp; make waffles. It was torturing working with the new guy. Silence was always in the air during work. At 4, Anthony &amp;amp; Adi met me during my break. We ate at &lt;strong&gt;Fish&amp;amp;Co Express&lt;/strong&gt;. Whenever we step into the outlet, the Fish&amp;amp;Co workers would asked me if i would like to have the usual, which is the calamari set. Im proud to say I'm their &lt;strong&gt;NO.1&lt;/strong&gt; customer Haha!. Anthony and I then start working at 5 while Adi, as usual, wait for Anthony to finish work at 10. Im currently in no mood to study. I feel like totally giving up on studies. Anyway, tomorrow is my &lt;strong&gt;math paper 1&lt;/strong&gt;. The paper starts at 7.30pm &amp;amp; I'm not prepared for it!!!. Tomorrow I'm going down to my workplace to collect my pay first before going to school. &lt;strong&gt;Springfield&lt;/strong&gt;, here I come!!!!.Before that its time to study math(Not smiling at all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Say Goodnight - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(I lived my life in misery. I sacrificed this world to hold you. No breathe left inside of me. Shattered glass keeps falling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-2152705994459611430?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/2152705994459611430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/2152705994459611430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/2152705994459611430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-minute.html' title='Last Minute'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-1625731814064246024</id><published>2009-06-03T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:53:57.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Companion Which Last Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, woke up at 12.30 as usual. Watched mtv while studying for my chemistry paper which starts at 7. When out at 4 to meet a lost friend Khairul. We went to slack under the void deck and eventually he sent me to school haha. We've not hang out with each other since like 3-4 months. He's still the same old badot I once knew but he's not in Republic Poly instead of continuing his ITE. I think i could only pass my chem. cause i didn't put much effort in studying it. Argh!!! Friday is my math paper 1 and i need to ace it. On a brighter note, I love Pink. Pink as in the singer/artiste. I kept on playing, Please Don't Leave Me, while going to school and back from it, on my iPod. Haha from now on I'm planning to post my song of the day .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343113938898638994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/SiaN0YJ92JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7h4Ti3uiX6I/s320/n774801508_1543311_3993122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khairul Ikhwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Please Don't Leave Me - Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-1625731814064246024?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/1625731814064246024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-companion-which-last-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/1625731814064246024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/1625731814064246024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-companion-which-last-forever.html' title='An Old Companion Which Last Forever'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3An8hd58om4/SiaN0YJ92JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7h4Ti3uiX6I/s72-c/n774801508_1543311_3993122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158026404231456249.post-3733910653270762509</id><published>2009-06-02T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:34:54.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yeah. As you party people can see, this is my first time using a blog, &lt;strong&gt;BLOGGING. &lt;/strong&gt;I, myself, am speechless. Haha!!!. Anyway today was fun working with Ryan, Anthony &amp;amp; our new staff, Fiona. Anthony &amp;amp; I couldn't stop eating. We ate the products which meant to be sold every 30 mins. All four of us hate our boss &amp;amp; think he's a retard. Tomorrow is the starting date for me to register for my &lt;strong&gt;NS &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; my chemistry paper. My school clerk said that they are not sure if I could defer cause im only a part-time student. &amp;amp; fyi Im only &lt;strong&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;. Im too young for NS. Wish me lucks for my exams &amp;amp; PayDay is Coming!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158026404231456249-3733910653270762509?l=1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/feeds/3733910653270762509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/3733910653270762509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158026404231456249/posts/default/3733910653270762509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1poetryinmotion7.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>Nabil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02262145640167520523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
