<?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-8183491352087943152</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:23:12.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life of a a guy named sanwan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-8623938091676044997</id><published>2008-11-18T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:35:56.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you i had loved,forever i will</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;for you i had loved,forever i will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you willever fully understandhow you've touched my life&lt;br /&gt;and made me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you could ever knowjust how truly special you are&lt;br /&gt;that even on the darkest nightsyou are my brightest star.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you will ever believe tatmy door for love has shut&lt;br /&gt;but since i met uthe door path it way open&lt;br /&gt;You've allowed me to experiencesomething very hard to find&lt;br /&gt;unconditional love that existsin my body, soul, and mind.&lt;br /&gt;u r My sweet beautiful angel.Sent to me from above.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to have found you,and I wud love to give you all my love.&lt;br /&gt;You must have come from heaven,because you have pretty little angel eyes.&lt;br /&gt;When you gaze at me with them,my heart begins to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet angelic voice,continuously rings in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side,there is nothing I fear.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we are together,You shine with a heavenly glow.&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful angel face,raises me up from feeling low.&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for love all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;When it is found, why put it down and forget about it,only to realize how much it meant when it is gone?&lt;br /&gt;now tat i hav find love,i wanna hold on to it,celebrate its feelings,drown in them every day,be consumed by them...&lt;br /&gt;I am consumed by you _______.&lt;br /&gt;I will never set aside my love.I will never look for it only when it is lost.i am content to stay by this&lt;br /&gt;I love you _________ .I will show n prove you and tell you every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sanwan nor b hamzah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-8623938091676044997?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/8623938091676044997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-1717633775258405013</id><published>2008-11-16T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:34:12.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my eyes,to my ear,in my heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In my eyes,to my ear,in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in my eyes,u r perfect,&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes,u r d most beautiful gerl on earth,&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes,u've got d sweetest smile of all,&lt;br /&gt;to my ear,u've got d cutest laughter i ever heard,&lt;br /&gt;to my ear,u hav d most angelic voice of all,&lt;br /&gt;in my heart,ders onie u d one tat i had truly love &amp;amp; always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;done by : Sanwan Nor B Hamzah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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heart..'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-8287851651569993502</id><published>2008-11-10T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:49:32.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont understan..</title><content type='html'>i dont understand whats happening to girls right now...&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna say abt how i feel and all but,&lt;br /&gt;i guess many are spoilt..&lt;br /&gt;i hope i cud find one tat is not..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-8287851651569993502?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-1459782192833648117</id><published>2008-10-11T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:13:19.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>romantic jealously??</title><content type='html'>Jealousy lies somewhere in the gray area between sanity and madness. Some jealous reactions are so natural that a person who doesn't show them seems in some way "not normal." Others seem so excessive that one doesn't need to be an expert to know that they are pathological. A classic example is the man who is suspicious of his loving and faithful wife that he constantly spies on her, listens in on her phone conversations, records the mileage in her car for unexplained trips--and despite her repeatedly proven fidelity continues to suspect her and suffer from tremendous jealousy. &lt;p class="text"&gt;It is important to differentiate "normal" from "delusional" jealousy. Normal jealousy has its basis in a real threat to the relationship; delusional jealousy persists despite the absence of any real or even probable threat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;The good news is this: By recognizing the signs of romantic jealousy, by realizing what feelings are normal and abnormal, and by examining the roots of our jealous feelings, we can effectively learn to cope with it by changing our behavior. Believe it or not, like other difficult emotional experiences, jealousy can be a trigger for growth, increased self-awareness, and greater understanding of both your partner and your relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;Whatever it is that draws two lovers to each other will create the character of the jealousy they may experience. Let me demonstrate this statement by an exercise. Think back to the time you first met or got to know your mate and try to recall as best you can the way you felt. What was it that most attracted you? What was it that made you think (right away, or at some point later) that this was the person with whom you wanted to share your life? What was the most important thing the relationship gave you? A feeling of security? Of being respected and listened to? Of being desired or adored?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;Now switch back to the present and consider the primary component of your jealousy--the most painful thoughts and feelings associated with your jealousy or that of your mate. Is it a fear of being abandoned? Humiliation and loss of face? Loss of self-esteem?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;The third part of this exercise is the most challenging, and the most significant. Think: Could there be some connection between the things that the relationship gave you initially and the primary components of your jealousy? For example, a woman who fell in love with her husband because he made her feel she had "finally come home" to a safe and secure place described the most painful aspect of her jealousy as "feeling abandoned and all alone."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;The opposite example is the woman who fell in love with her husband because he made her the center of his world. After 20 years of marriage she wanted a divorce because his jealousy was suffocating her. Her husband fell in love with her because she was beautiful--the kind of woman he only dared dream about as a shy adolescent. His jealousy focused on his feelings of inferiority and insecurity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;Why is it so important to note the connection between what attracted us to our mate--the most valuable thing the relationship gave us initially--and the primary components of our jealousy? Because it proves that jealousy is indeed the shadow of love. Furthermore, it's a reminder that we didn't just happen to be in this relationship--we chose to be in it. Something in us attracted us to our mate. Something in us makes us experience jealousy the way we do. That something is our romantic image.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-1459782192833648117?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/1459782192833648117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=1459782192833648117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/1459782192833648117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/1459782192833648117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/10/romantic-jealously.html' title='romantic jealously??'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-3107868628109510410</id><published>2008-10-07T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:03:09.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot hot hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;there are some facts i like to share with you people..i just find that gerls on the east side of singapore so attractive..they are so HOT n gorgeous..how i wish i live there..im so gonna live there..these eyes will surely felt like home.. *winks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-3107868628109510410?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/3107868628109510410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=3107868628109510410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/3107868628109510410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/3107868628109510410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-hot-hot.html' title='hot hot hot!'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-8420731599971704552</id><published>2008-09-26T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:41:14.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wheee</title><content type='html'>check check juliet are you wit me? lol..&lt;br&gt;well,i pass evaluation for the upcoming btt..&lt;br&gt;just dye my hair,cool man,a bit of blonde n pink..&lt;br&gt;the process took freakin 6 hours...but yea,&lt;br&gt;im content..&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trift.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNzlswoKCj0AAHyNKhs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 148px;HEIGHT: 118px;" height="164" src="http://images.trift.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNzlswoKCj0AAHyNKhs1/260920081582.jpg?et=qDuoYcuHzmLqdqcoau72KQ&amp;nmid=0" width="232" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;i saw two beautiful gerl today,they look into &lt;br&gt;my eyes man,cair sekejap.. lol..&lt;br&gt;oh ya i remember somethink...&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trift.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNzl5AoKCj0AAAHBQO81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 141px;HEIGHT: 114px;" height="133" src="http://images.trift.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNzl5AoKCj0AAAHBQO81/260920081584.jpg?et=D0pX4FPaoB%2BbU5HBs%2CFV1g&amp;nmid=0" width="204" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;but its not worth it to even type..&lt;br&gt;im not like those sissy's if u noe &lt;br&gt;wat i mean..haha..omfg!!rofl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-6057336702063556101</id><published>2008-09-24T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:53:31.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ramadhan shud be great and meaningful month for most of people but not everyone,&lt;br&gt;not alot ppl is blessed to have good luck or charm,well,what more to be away from ur family?to run away?thinkin that u r so old that u dont need to take responsibilty..what if ur mum is a single mother?wudnt it be hard on her to raise a family up?dont always think abt urself,think abt others?issit werth d sacrification of a family fer someone?the doors of heaven is on footstep of ur mother people,if ur mum dont forgive u,theres no way u r goin heaven,how many biological mother is there one has?think abt it..well,if u respect ur own mum n love ur own mum why the awful disrespect to other ppl mum,contradicting isnt it?a mother is a mother..gerl's one day will grow up and be a mother too..well,sometimes its hard for a single mother to raise a family up,of cus it is..perhaps she is very agrresive and always strict on their children cus,the children has a future,and their mum will always be stricter to guys cus they will take d responsibility,better still if u are clever n well educated,perhaps she doenst want you to have the life she has,but perhaps,d egoness in ppl nowadays,make them blind to even see..all they think is themself,not alot of ppl is being well pampered n etc,like all the things u wann,u have it ur way,ppl live differently n lifestyle cant be compared,example,a beggar wont hav d mindset of a millionaire issnt it?or d demands that each individual had ryte?well,i cud type all day long but yea,certain things is better to be kept,n yea,syawal wud be great to go back to ask for forgiveness..anything can happen,nobody knows,dun regret when is already too late..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well,to my two bro's, firdaus n farhan(bungkos), fir.i wish all the best for you and ur gf,she is a very wonderful gerl,and u guys suit each other perfectly.im so hapy for u guys..and wa,fir da romantic sehh!! cool! n yea,thanks fer all d secrets n stuff, i'll keep it fer life,haha,n bungkos,posted already,near my house,all the best bro in army n yea,may u find ur ardent half soon,hopefully,cus i noe u deserve much more.trust me.. well thats for now.. thank you n happy fasting n may god protect u and also bless you..insyaallah, amin. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-6057336702063556101?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-8864120553669808406</id><published>2008-09-23T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:26:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>perhaps,maybe,i gonna hav a girlfren,like finally!but mayb not girlfren but gerlfrens...lol..&lt;br /&gt;n to my brothers, yea, we gonna rawk on if u noe wat i mean! yea..&lt;br /&gt;well,im searchin for a bassist...&lt;br /&gt;well,im busy composing new songs...&lt;br /&gt;and yea,my results are out,i mean gpa for poly,not tat good,3.115,&lt;br /&gt;average is 2.919..but yea,gonna werk harder....&lt;br /&gt;and err...theres alot to say,but i just dun rememba..lol..&lt;br /&gt;to be continued... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-2835676177507165677</id><published>2008-08-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:06:40.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>masih adakah cinta untukku??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;masih adakah cinta untukku??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masih adakah cinta untukku??&lt;br /&gt;ku telah mencuba untuk ketemukannya,&lt;br /&gt;ku telah jelajah setiap sudut,&lt;br /&gt;ku telah mengintip setiap celah,&lt;br /&gt;hampa yang terasa,&lt;br /&gt;hatiku menjerit hanya terdengar oleh,&lt;br /&gt;bisu waktu yang tertawa,&lt;br /&gt;terkubur diriku dalam kesepianku ,&lt;br /&gt;menahan perihnya dukaku,&lt;br /&gt;ku terjepit di dalam suasana,&lt;br /&gt;ku tergapai dalam lelah,&lt;br /&gt;aku redah,&lt;br /&gt;aku hanyalah insan yang lemah,&lt;br /&gt;menari dalam kesiksaan,&lt;br /&gt;jiwaku merasa sesak,&lt;br /&gt;ingin ku meledak perasaan,&lt;br /&gt;tapi jiwa ragaku ini,&lt;br /&gt;mahu bertahan dalam rasa,&lt;br /&gt;meraih indahnya dalam mimpi,&lt;br /&gt;hanya untuk terbangun dari derita,&lt;br /&gt;tertanam di dalam kedukaan,&lt;br /&gt;bermain dengan lara,&lt;br /&gt;dalam rindu cintaku,&lt;br /&gt;ku berdoa hadirnya dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;selamatkanlah diriku,&lt;br /&gt;mungkin cintamu yang ku perlu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-2835676177507165677?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/2835676177507165677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=2835676177507165677' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 june,im 20..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank to all that wishes me..&lt;br /&gt;i seriously not looking forward to it..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno y..&lt;br /&gt;i feel sucky..&lt;br /&gt;but ya thanks guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ders tis wish tat made me smile though..&lt;br /&gt;thx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/SGYK94bqH2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/s0fBm605x1s/s1600-h/hehe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216869276591988578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/SGYK94bqH2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/s0fBm605x1s/s320/hehe.bmp" 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/8183491352087943152-8562232304386655480?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/SGYK94bqH2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/s0fBm605x1s/s72-c/hehe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-7734066825506928453</id><published>2008-06-18T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:24:39.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A chance</title><content type='html'>your joy is my pain,&lt;br /&gt;your despair is my gain,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is crying in vain,&lt;br /&gt;but why am i alone feeling this pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ignorance is a bliss,&lt;br /&gt;then i shall ignore you,&lt;br /&gt;and i know you wont even notice,&lt;br /&gt;because i am nothing to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd even go to the extend of begging,&lt;br /&gt;cause here i am on the verge of dying,&lt;br /&gt;and oh please dont say that i'm not trying,&lt;br /&gt;cause every night alone in my room i am crying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ever wanted was just a chance,&lt;br /&gt;but you never did give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything just to steal your glance,&lt;br /&gt;even if it makes these running tears goes dry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled with so much ego inside me,&lt;br /&gt;that never want me to accept defeat,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i still have to concede,&lt;br /&gt;cause in my heart theres still you,&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is that the more i try to hate you,&lt;br /&gt;the more that i'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanwan nor b hamzah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-7734066825506928453?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/7734066825506928453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>if only</title><content type='html'>You are flawless, you are perfect,&lt;br /&gt;You have it all in a girl that a man would desire,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what attracts me to you,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is the most beautiful as you are to me,&lt;br /&gt;You are the 1st person I think of each morning,&lt;br /&gt;and dream of every night,&lt;br /&gt;You may not have kept me close to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;But I have always and will still kept you in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;If only I can tell u how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a story with no end.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me what I would do for this love,&lt;br /&gt;I'd dedicate my whole life just for you,&lt;br /&gt;In my dictionary,&lt;br /&gt;You are the very definition of love itself,&lt;br /&gt;I would protect you with my life,&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;br /&gt;If only I was given a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanwan Nor Hamzah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-7077502518479053461?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/7077502518479053461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=7077502518479053461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/7077502518479053461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/7077502518479053461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-only.html' title='if only'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-1953745068019475802</id><published>2008-06-18T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:22:52.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i dont noe why is tis happenin,&lt;br /&gt;wheneva i fell like its love,&lt;br /&gt;i will failed,&lt;br /&gt;i just need a chance..&lt;br /&gt;pls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-1953745068019475802?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/1953745068019475802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=1953745068019475802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/1953745068019475802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/1953745068019475802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-4002360018556972047</id><published>2008-05-23T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:46:11.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIRYTALE</title><content type='html'>Crying in tears,you told me that all fairytales were lies&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly be your prince&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you won't understand that after you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;all the stars lit up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to be that angel that you loved most in the fairytales&lt;br /&gt;My open arms turning into wings to protect you&lt;br /&gt;You have to believe, believe that we will be like those inside a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;where it is a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing our ending together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-4002360018556972047?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/4002360018556972047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=4002360018556972047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/4002360018556972047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/4002360018556972047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/05/fairytale.html' title='FAIRYTALE'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-5739653182809294205</id><published>2008-05-10T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:53:25.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its over</title><content type='html'>My tears run down like razorblades,&lt;br /&gt;And no,theres no one to blame,&lt;br /&gt;Its not you nor its me,&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself in all these fights,&lt;br /&gt;I lose my sense of wrong and right,&lt;br /&gt;I cry, and i still cry,&lt;br /&gt;It's shaking from the pain that's in my head,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna crawl into my bed,&lt;br /&gt;And throw away the life I led,&lt;br /&gt;Because it makes me so mad,&lt;br /&gt;And its useless if its you that i'll never had,&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let it die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-5739653182809294205?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/5739653182809294205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=5739653182809294205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/5739653182809294205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/5739653182809294205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-over.html' title='its over'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-3884624849804178997</id><published>2008-04-12T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:55:43.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE!!!UPDATE!!hahas..well,first and foremost i wud like to say thanks to anonymous and also blog hopper cop.Well,i will put what ur advises into consideration aite.haha.Okae!i'll get a life aite.I wun b bothered abt my so called "bestfriend" life aite.It his life,he is big enuf to think for himself ryte.He noes wat best for him.Im just showing tat i care fer a good fren i have,but seem tat in ppl eyes i hav got nutink to do.only myself noes best lor.ya,ok!i lost.TRUE FRIENDS are easy to find..well go on n find..haha.hey,to anonymous n blog hopper cop,y not we be frens?haha..so i can hear more of ur WONDERFUL advises!LOL..mayb we can hav a coffee togetha somewhr?c'mon let urself known,i bet alot of ppl wanna noe who u guys are..tsk tsk tsk..well,enuff abt all tis..lets talk abt OTHER stuff,incase i got complaint tat im boring n cant talk abt otha stuff..wakaka..well,its my blog fer godsake!n its my effin rites wat i wanna write or express,if u guys cant take it,dun read it,blind dos eyes!haha.freedom of speech yo!ok!im startin skul soon.BORING!!haha..and about LOVE,err,big question mark cann?lol..&lt;br /&gt;About the past few weeks,been busy wit OGL camp..i was the IC fer DET.i wanna be d ogl but was selected to be the one who take care of d ogl.hmmph!become BOSS ler..sian lor..haha..but its ok.SLack werk also..haha..well,d oreintation was great.&lt;br /&gt;i was d emcee fer d finale.and i got a lot of praise,n even some lecturer thought tat i cud make my own show,cus they tot i was funny.and i did FLIRT wit the freshies also le,imagine during d show..AWW!haha..n ya,i heared from othas,alotta gerls keep askin if im single n available or not..haha.HAPPY cann?no la..im just an ordinary guy next door..tsk tsk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-3884624849804178997?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/3884624849804178997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=3884624849804178997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/3884624849804178997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/3884624849804178997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/04/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-3083090938805383219</id><published>2008-03-31T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T07:39:38.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dissapointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DISSAPOINTMENT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its unbelievable that it just took a girl to make someone change.Change almost everything.Change the mindset,the heart,the thinking,to be precise EVERYTHING.Tats my opinion.Im not sayin tat it is wrong or bad as if d gerl is changing u to d right direction then its perfectly fine,but if she changing u to d wrong path n u were blinded not to hav seen,mayb only to realise it when u hav fallen n hurt urself but then im sorry to say its already too late.It seems that guys are always weak against gerls.Guys easily trust gerls n hav faith in them way to easily.Im not saying that we shud not trust or hav faith in them but there are alots of wae to see that.For my real life experience and for godsake,it just happened,im so dissapointed in him,i cudnt n wudnt care to tell d story,cus u guys will come to the conclusion n d opinion of mine.im sure of that.And u guys wud say tat dis guy is stupid n is blinded,but hey!,its his life u see.It wud b a lie if i dun giv a shit abt him as he is my bestfren,i have try my very best to help him out,give advises and all,but in d end,he wants me to respect his decision,den i will.but i hope u have seen tat i did show care to u as a brother cus i dun want u to be hurt n be like me.But since u wanna learn from ur mistakes n all,as a fren i wud wish u all d best n good luck.But i hope u respect mine opinion as to wat im about to say,sure u'll have my respect but not my support.I dun support u as long as d gerl is her.cus i believe u r good guy whom deserve someone far more better than her n u r capable of gettin it.A far more BEAUTIFUL gerl with WONDERFUL inner beauty and wud definately give u the happiness that u want n desire for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-3083090938805383219?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/3083090938805383219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=3083090938805383219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/3083090938805383219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/3083090938805383219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/03/dissapointment.html' title='dissapointment'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-1315993505180302067</id><published>2008-03-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:41:17.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i should have learned in study hall</title><content type='html'>Have a picture of yours and hoped it would last,&lt;br /&gt;With you all the way through,&lt;br /&gt;All the nights you and I couldn’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that it shouldn’t be this hard,&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve moved yourself too damn far.&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t suffice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking it over,&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking of all the days and nights &lt;br /&gt;We would spend laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With him,in the warmth of his arms, &lt;br /&gt;Did you like them?&lt;br /&gt;Did you find what you’re looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m still searching for the life we were living before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem so young and so full of life,&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m getting older with each hopeless night.&lt;br /&gt;You’re still always on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Are we through this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well angels should ask you,&lt;br /&gt;What you’re doing with me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m an apple that slipped too far from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m burning to rot away silently,&lt;br /&gt;As you grow into something more promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we’ve got these god damn words,&lt;br /&gt;That mean nothing when I can’t see your face,&lt;br /&gt;Or have your body for touching.&lt;br /&gt;And everything I eat,&lt;br /&gt;It tastes like you,&lt;br /&gt;So what are you trying to prove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the odds are against us,&lt;br /&gt;So all bets are off,&lt;br /&gt;Just know you meant more than I ever could want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving up . . . &lt;br /&gt;Just giving you up . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If just for one more night,&lt;br /&gt;Then I’ll be happy to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;You could put on that dress you know I love,&lt;br /&gt;Taking it ?&lt;br /&gt;You always knew what I liked.&lt;br /&gt;They base movies off our lives but somehow they wouldn’t suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got moves and abuse them,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve got pictures to prove enough,&lt;br /&gt;And all the way, ?&lt;br /&gt;You’re burning every note I ever sent,&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll find you,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-1315993505180302067?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/1315993505180302067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-6916433738176158704</id><published>2008-03-18T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:07:35.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DOUBTIN D THING CALLED "LOVE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I DOUBTIN D THING CALLED "LOVE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im losin it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doubtin it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im startin to disbelief it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does "LOVE" which is said n believe by most to be the GREATEST gift to mankind HURTFUL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if loving is WRONG then i wud neva wanna be RIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of being RIGHT if you are not my LEFT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&quot;LOVE&quot;'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-1016555733320838462</id><published>2008-03-02T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:57:00.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID EVERYTHING BECAUSE I SYGKAN YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I DID EVERYTHING BECAUSE I SYGKAN YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i care fer u cus i syg u,i risau abt u cus i syg u,i miss u cus i syg u,i have alwes believe u cus i sygkan u,i have faith in you cus i sygkan u,i have put my trust solely n fully in u cus i sygkan u,everything i do is because I SYGKAN u..whats der left to say?sobs.&lt;div 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YOU'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-5050780670681941326</id><published>2008-03-01T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:06:36.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me true,&lt;br /&gt;And im sure all my dreams will be fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;For my darling,&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And I always will ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you like a drug addict love its drugs,&lt;br /&gt;I love you like a gambler love its dice,&lt;br /&gt;I love you like a tattooist love its tattoo,&lt;br /&gt;I love you like a drunkard love its wine,&lt;br /&gt;I love you eventhough our love is forbidden,&lt;br /&gt;but i dun care,even it means im diggin my own grave,&lt;br /&gt;and the world will neva undastan,&lt;br /&gt;how true my love to you cud be,&lt;br /&gt;but most importanly,u shud noe n undastan,&lt;br /&gt;fer u i'm willin to die,&lt;br /&gt;I love you like i alwes love to tell the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I love you like my mum loves my dad..&lt;br /&gt;I love you cus its true..&lt;br /&gt;its true cus i love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-5050780670681941326?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/5050780670681941326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=5050780670681941326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great guy name KHAIRON HAKIM AMIR SHAH .. A GREAT TRUE BEST FRIEND i ever had.. And i noe tat i can neva find a friend so good so innocent n so true like you.. simply said u are irreplaceable .. thank you fer bein der fer me fer all dos years,dos sacrifices,dos advises,basically all d things we went thru..only you know how it is..but bro,no matter wat u will still remain my best bro aite..theres alot of things to be said,but if it was to be spoken,it has no end to it..but bro,we r doin tis fer ur good,fer ur future..if ur future are meant to b wit her,den i wud pray fer ur happiness,ders no bestfren who wudnt wanna see his bestfren happy ryte?&lt;br /&gt;well,now i wanna say sumtink abt him,he may look selenge n all but then he is unique ler,i wud neva imagine tat i cud b close n b good fren wit him..he is patient,a good listener,great adviser, alwes humble and a good decision maker..and ya a good organiser too..i hav alwes enjoy ur organisation evendough some ppl mite not like it..mayb u may neva noe or neva see,but i bet u surely wud hav feel tat i've alwes regard u as my own bro,a big bro tat i rely n look upon too..now its like im losing one of my family member,a blood .. but den i'll do wateva n sacrifice wateva jus to see u happy..i dun wanna see u get lost..i dun wanna see u get confused..i truly undastand how u feel n how true ur love to ur gf is..but i hav neva opposed ur rship b4,instead i hav been supportin u all tis while..u noe tat dun u?even if sumtimes my werds are harsh,its fer ur own good.."onie a true fren wud sae his fren face is dirty or ugly" ..u noe tat phrase?yup.. "a true lover wudnt ask her/his ardent half to choose" .. u noe tat ryte? n one more.."Love is always patient and kind.&lt;br /&gt; It is never jealous.&lt;br /&gt; Love is never boastful or conceited.&lt;br /&gt; It is never rude or selfish.&lt;br /&gt; It does not take offense and is not resentful.&lt;br /&gt; Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth. &lt;br /&gt;It is always ready to excuse, to hope, and to endure whatever comes." but ya bro,kalo kahwin jemput kks,fer i wann to see dat smile again on ur face n atleast b a part to celebrate ur hapiness ..now n fer all time to come, i may not b der fer u physically animore,but i hope b der emotionally..i hav alwes believe u,hav faith in u n trust u..n i noe u r a strong person.. i cant deny tat im dissapointed in you..im just afraid tat u mite repeat d mistake tat i have done,fer werst as u hav seen it thru fer urself..i cant believe d appearance of a gerl cud reali break a ture friendship apart..all dos we gone thru are gone to waste..but den i noe its easier to said den done..now i truly felt how u n bungkos feel when i neglect u guys n turn my back on our frenship..i regret tat...d one mistake n regret is tat,im not der fer u when u need me when u r pursuin her..i was truly selfish..but to b honest,i feel bad abt tat but then when u n bungkos are close,den i was like " luckily,ders someone to b close wit my bro,to b der fer him while i cant" ..im truly sorry fer tat.. its more painful havin to lost a true fren den to lose a gf..d impact is deep..friendship last foeva..n now bungkos n i wud surely feel d lost.. its like playin soccer wit one leg missing..as fer u r d strength within us..u r d pillar of our true friendship..without it , we fall..i reali hope fer d past 4 years or so,u hav enjoy every single things we've been thru..all dos stupid jokes,crap talk,wonderful soccer games we had played,overnite,outin,d secrets tat we shared,ups n down,basically everything wud b a livin memories in your mind..n pls keep our true friendship alive in ur heart..n ya bro,pls do take care of ur health,i hope d sickness u hav is not bad..get well soon ok..my prayers are wit u bro..good luck ..all d best.. allah bless you my best bro..amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your truly&lt;br /&gt; sanwan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-130453262851663567?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/130453262851663567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=130453262851663567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/130453262851663567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/130453262851663567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-true-real-best-friend.html' title='A GREAT TRUE REAL BEST FRIEND'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-5114257537655780951</id><published>2008-02-25T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:39:37.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SPECIAL GERL IN MY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A SPECIAL GERL IN MY HEART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've try to ignore d emptiness i feel inside,but truth is a part of me died,my days run short n my nites dragged long,i need u to keep me strong,guide me 2 d right direction n i hope 2 keep u close unda my protection,i nid u more den eva b4,pls open ur arms 4 me once again n receive me in ur heart to heal my hurts n my pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Trully,&lt;br /&gt;  sanwan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-5114257537655780951?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/5114257537655780951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=5114257537655780951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/5114257537655780951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/5114257537655780951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/02/special-gerl-in-my-heart.html' title='A SPECIAL GERL IN MY HEART'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-2063446593530167932</id><published>2008-02-21T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:07:24.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE WERDS ARE FINALLY SPOKEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been days i hav kept low n dun wanna to retaliate..but now i dun giv a fuck abt wat ppl mite think abt me!you wann to see d bad side of me,here,fuck it n see..i dunno y ppl are &lt;strong&gt;HYPOCRITE&lt;/strong&gt;.yup! HYPOCRITE!!! look good infront of ppl eyes but in d back like piece of shit!so black n shit!!if u r not happy wit someone,u can alwes confront them n talk,dun hav to b a coward to express in wateva way u wann!&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHOTIC&lt;/strong&gt; sia!! Lame2 jadi gile bodoh!masuk hospital gile pun cantek..memang patot pun!eh pompan,aku respect ko pun psl ko "best" fren aku nyer gerl la..tapi ko nk carik pasal kan!&lt;strong&gt;BUTOH&lt;/strong&gt; ah!! if u love him so much..u wudnt let him choose.u r such a SELFISH ******! who thinks u owned him like tat!pikir la..otak ko sempit lar sial..sikit2 nk ungut2 dier..emo shit lar ehs,cut urself la,nk terjun la..&lt;strong&gt;MEPEKS&lt;/strong&gt;..grow up ehs..bile mau grow up nie?n ya,tk payah la nk step fikir yg choosin bf/gf over bestfren tu btul n alwes corect..its all based on situation..can GOOGLE it n see d results..more ppl wud choose BESTFREN over STEADY!!READ UP D FACTS LAR DEY!!! n ya,if u say tat u choose bf bcus u r committed,den its fair enuff to sae tat ur so called "love" is based on commitment n no longer LOVE! sad but true.. LOVE makes ppl blind..n congrats u've poison someone innocent mind n make him blind as well..THANKS ar ehs..u WON! HAPPY?i hope u do!!yea!kalo desperate fer attention jadi lar SUPERSTAR!24/7 mesti dpt attention punye! n ya,dat ex of urs is hopeless lar ehs..masih mentah..mayb when he grow up he can think bettar..ppl are young..dey make mistakes..if ko nk banggakan yg dier ckp yg choosin gf over bestfren,den aku pun boleh letak byk chat log yg aku tanyer pompan n laki tat choose bestfwen lar ehs..n 1 more think..ron noes wat is wrong ehs,he is old enuff to think..n i hav alwaes see him n treat him like a brotherly figure..but then ron,all d shit we been thru n ups n down are meaningless..i hope u are happy wit ur decison n ya moga korang bahagia. to ron,aku mintak maaf if tis post is offendin..but im oni apologisin to u fer d past 4 years of frenship.gdluck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-2063446593530167932?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/2063446593530167932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=2063446593530167932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/2063446593530167932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/2063446593530167932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/02/werds-are-finally-spoken-been-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-1039731240394409389</id><published>2008-02-14T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T04:50:14.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY REGRETS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we say something that we immediately realized was not the right thing to say? &lt;br /&gt;How many times do we look back on an event and think, if only I had.... &lt;br /&gt;How many times do we do something that we wish hadn't done? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't change what has been said. &lt;br /&gt;You can't change a past event. &lt;br /&gt;You can't change what has been done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you call it regret, sorrow, repentance? &lt;br /&gt;Do you think about what might have been? &lt;br /&gt;Do you relive an event the way it should have been? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about regret, and focus. &lt;br /&gt;Focus on today, not on the past. &lt;br /&gt;Focus on what you can do, not what you didn't do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing to regret is living in the past &lt;br /&gt;The only thing to feel sorrow for is not living each day to the fullest. &lt;br /&gt;The only thing to do to repent is to sincerely say, I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live your life regretting yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Live your life so tomorrow you won't regret today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-1039731240394409389?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/1039731240394409389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=1039731240394409389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/1039731240394409389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/1039731240394409389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-regrets-how-many-times-do-we-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-1518326733628051058</id><published>2008-02-14T04:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T04:48:39.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT SANWAN NOR MEANS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.&lt;br /&gt;Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.&lt;br /&gt;But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-1518326733628051058?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/1518326733628051058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=1518326733628051058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/1518326733628051058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/1518326733628051058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-name.html' title='my name'/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183491352087943152.post-416777946091436197</id><published>2008-02-11T03:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:13:24.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GET DRUNK!!!lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is d first time i got drunk..but not really..well,its a sad day for my fren bungkos as sumtink he planned out doenst reali happen..so we chill at pasir ris n talk about our life..it was me,khairon n bungkos..we d 3 best bros! goin thru ups n down togetha!!&lt;br /&gt;pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A51zBfb4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CQ_NB1GHczo/s1600-h/100220081283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165692368986271618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A51zBfb4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CQ_NB1GHczo/s320/100220081283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A52DBfb5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/X1eYfSYIbe8/s1600-h/100220081282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165692373281238930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A52DBfb5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/X1eYfSYIbe8/s320/100220081282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A7rjBfb6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oQmvASZqAUQ/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A7rjBfb6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oQmvASZqAUQ/s320/DSC00657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165694391915868066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A7sDBfb7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/G32jUkkLVl4/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A7sDBfb7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/G32jUkkLVl4/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165694400505802674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A7sTBfb8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/CaIxS5NCvio/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A7sTBfb8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/CaIxS5NCvio/s320/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165694404800769986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n before this we got go punggol n fish..n khairon being a virgin in fishin caught a fish..i jealous can?but d funny thing is tat..it was my rod,bungkos set up of d lure,n it was ron tyconess to caught d fish! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of d pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A51DBfb1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FbptkCUmOog/s1600-h/DSC00651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165692356101369682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A51DBfb1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FbptkCUmOog/s320/DSC00651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A51TBfb2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/l2ysqHePpSM/s1600-h/DSC00650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165692360396336994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A51TBfb2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/l2ysqHePpSM/s320/DSC00650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A51jBfb3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3a_XEPSf-WM/s1600-h/DSC00386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165692364691304306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A51jBfb3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3a_XEPSf-WM/s320/DSC00386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A7sjBfb9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/dcL4LeS85io/s1600-h/DSC00385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A7sjBfb9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/dcL4LeS85io/s320/DSC00385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165694409095737298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183491352087943152-416777946091436197?l=trift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/feeds/416777946091436197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183491352087943152&amp;postID=416777946091436197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/416777946091436197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183491352087943152/posts/default/416777946091436197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trift.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-drunklols.html' title=''/><author><name>Trift</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575084833902561981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/trift7/wow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPKJRyYH6vg/R7A51zBfb4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CQ_NB1GHczo/s72-c/100220081283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
