<?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-16636252</id><updated>2011-06-26T01:25:05.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nani the Fabulous</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16636252.post-5278856853803839994</id><published>2008-05-29T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:30:53.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im So Mad..</title><content type='html'>Im so mad..&lt;br /&gt;everythink went wrong todae..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to go out todae ..&lt;br /&gt;im totally lazy...&lt;br /&gt;but dear kind of force me to go out..&lt;br /&gt;i pity him since he said that he was bored..&lt;br /&gt;so i went out..&lt;br /&gt;but den everythink went wrong...&lt;br /&gt;we end up having a fight todae..&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot after i gt home i would at least gt some peace..&lt;br /&gt;but den i gt lectured by my dad instead!...&lt;br /&gt;i am really PISSED rite now..&lt;br /&gt;he said that im getting from bad to worst!&lt;br /&gt;i was like WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;he said i didnt wanna find a job !&lt;br /&gt;Like "HELLO" im trying my best but we have to wait for the interview!. its as easy as u think!&lt;br /&gt;he said i didnt help my mum at home..&lt;br /&gt;Like "Hello!" im working my ass out to earn my OWN cash since u stop giving me monthly allowance!&lt;br /&gt;he said i didnt want to learn how to cook and he said how am i supposed to gt married!&lt;br /&gt;Like "WAT!!" marriage didnt even came across my mind!. I dun like to cook so i dont want to learn!.. ARGH... its so hard for my parents to understand me.. !! Im really pissed off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!!! SHHHHAAARRRKKKZZZ!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-5278856853803839994?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/5278856853803839994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=5278856853803839994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/5278856853803839994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/5278856853803839994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-mad.html' title='Im So Mad..'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-9144231195739885646</id><published>2008-05-04T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:02:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Love..</title><content type='html'>This tags juz touch my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Hope u enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.. i love my mum alot...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/?action=view&amp;current=momslove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/momslove.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-9144231195739885646?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/9144231195739885646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=9144231195739885646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/9144231195739885646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/9144231195739885646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2008/05/moms-love.html' title='Mom&apos;s Love..'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-7041364752843270618</id><published>2008-04-26T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:43:13.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th April 2008</title><content type='html'>it been quite sometime since i was seen online..&lt;br /&gt;i was bz with work all the time&lt;br /&gt;i just withdraw from the certis cisco offer..&lt;br /&gt;hm.. at first i thought the offer was good since i gt alot of benefits..&lt;br /&gt;but den.. on second thought, i have to work permanent nite shift.. and also i will only be getting $1,300 and that is inclusive of allowance for nite shift.. hm... so was i wrong to actually withdraw?.. i guess i was not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. i miss all my poly peops.. i miss bitching them haha.. especially jake and addy.. i also miss michie who always have stories to tell haha.. yea xin wei called me a couple of times... hehe i know he miss me alot!! lol! coz he said tat himself haha..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the person i miss the most is wan.. he is always bz wit his "wife" ( his bike la) haha.. i kinda get jealous sometimes.. when ever he went out.. its always wit his wife.. shit him la.!.. but den i dun know if im actually falling for the rite person... but i guess its too early to say.. yea.. wan say he also gt feelings for mie but i told him that we can only be close frens now.. coz ive things to settle and i dun tink im ready for anythink further..  it seems that he really understand.. that was so nice of him... HEARTS &lt;3 him alot!!.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus msg him juz now.. haiz.. still no reply.. i guess he has went to dreamland la.. that sleepy head haha.. gonna get a nag from me 2morrow which he really hates it haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la i wanna slep la..&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-7041364752843270618?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/7041364752843270618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=7041364752843270618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/7041364752843270618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/7041364752843270618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2008/04/26th-april-2008.html' title='26th April 2008'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-1267547444252184393</id><published>2008-04-20T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:37:24.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus came back from work...&lt;br /&gt;yea2 it seems that i gt no life .. everydae i'll be at work and b back late at nite..&lt;br /&gt;been searching for job for quite some time now... sometimes i juz felt like giving up..&lt;br /&gt;its nt easy to find job nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;if u demand too much u cant get the job..&lt;br /&gt;if u didnt have the min. requirements u still cant have the job..&lt;br /&gt;if u dont have the experience... den better not dream that the job will be yrs..&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. its freaking troublesome.. but den i have to be patient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. i really regretted went for the midnite movie at vivo wit my workmates...&lt;br /&gt;we actually watch the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPIDEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; show ever shown..&lt;br /&gt;its called " Funny Games U.S"&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to b a serial killer show.. i tot it was gonna b fun..&lt;br /&gt;but we were cheated.. its the crappiest show ever... can u even believe, once the killer is being killed, the other killer can take a remote control to actually rewind so that the killer wont die..&lt;br /&gt;its like wtf?? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; k la wanna slip.. nite2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-1267547444252184393?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/1267547444252184393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=1267547444252184393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/1267547444252184393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/1267547444252184393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2008/04/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-946628006963849581</id><published>2008-04-18T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:04:31.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain..</title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz gt back home.. i was from work... den mit up wit wan... yea we talked for a while.. tried to catch up wil times... he gt this gurls problems which i cant help at all haha.. coz i dun know.. i really gt no comments for it haha.. im sorry..  i really cant help u .. as a fren i can only advice.. but its entirely up to u to listen to it or nt......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n again.. half my buns are hurting.. its my muscle!!.. i tink its been stretch too much for 1 dae.. haha.. it was all due to the badminton game i had the other dae. haha.. . the pain is unbearable.. haha.. tu la nani.. nk maen lompat tk ingat limit.. padan muke aku!!  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la i wanna slep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-946628006963849581?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/946628006963849581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=946628006963849581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/946628006963849581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/946628006963849581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2008/04/pain.html' title='pain..'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-6733489411103396957</id><published>2008-04-16T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:52:34.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shuxKZ..</title><content type='html'>YEA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant explain y im acting dis way... y now??.. y nt sooner?... y now u told me u like other gals?? freakz.. wat do u take me as... when u need someone to talk to u come to me.. if nt den u be gone.. u nvr answer my calls.. it tooks u some time to even reply my msg.. we are nt like wat we used to be... i hate dis... i cant act this way any longer.... I have the heart for U ... but y cant u juz gt tat in ya head... does a gurl willing to listen and lend a shoulder to cry on juz because we are frens??... shuckz...  u promised me alot of things.. but den u juz forget bout it...!!.. argh!!! im nt talking to u anymore!!!!... i will try to get u out of my lyfe... argh!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-6733489411103396957?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/6733489411103396957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=6733489411103396957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/6733489411103396957'/><link rel='self' 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from tony and guy approached us to actually ask if we were free for a hair cut.. at first i was kind of reluctant but den khaty kind of force me to cut my hair.. so i was like okay la y nt i gave it a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we were brought back to the salon... and i was actually kinda shocked to know that the person who gonna cut my hair was nt actually a professional hairstylist.. but actually a student from tony and guy... i was like shit!...and to make things worst... the guy whum supposed to cut my hair doesn't understand any english at aLL..!!.... he was actually from CHINA..!! so i was kind of afraid he's gonna mess up my hair since i cant actually converse wit him.. i only understand a few words that he said.... but den it actually turns out GREAT!.. haha... i must say he may not be the perfect hairstylist but den its actually a good start .Eventhough i had to sit in the salon for at least 1 hour plus haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pic after hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020105-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/P1020105-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020107-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/P1020107-1.jpg" 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/16636252-34401657792400332?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/34401657792400332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>8th April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 19th BurpDae ZuL.!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zul.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/zul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.s: Ni la budak giler lage 10 mins to bdae die, die da show aku bdae cake icon pt msn.. hahaah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-4596783428702798126?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16636252.post-3947184863286148522</id><published>2008-04-07T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:39:01.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just posting to share this songs wit all.. kind of memoriable for me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so enjoy.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/v3R8DYmFzM/aus=" width="300" height="110" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-3947184863286148522?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16636252.post-8064531199226907852</id><published>2008-04-06T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:15:19.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th April 2008</title><content type='html'>yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im waiting for 7th of April which is 2morrow..  i was looking forward to it.. since its my best dae.. coz its my PAY DAE!!!! lol... BUT!!!!!.. i gt a call from Don this afternoon.. n guess wat.. he said.. " i presumed you will gt yr pay on tuesdae" ... i was like WAT!!! haiz...  i wonder y we always gt our pay late...wat are the finance people doin????....Shu*ks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea Wan did say "hi" to me on msn... but i kind of gave him a cold reply... i was nt mad at him.. i dun know wats wrong wit me this days.. i've been finding fault wit everyone... it was good enough Gerald knows how to tolarate my temper.. if nt i guess he will also be mad at me like the others who already did...  i dun seems to understand myself this days... no one trust me.. no one cares bout mie... sometimes i just feel lonely... some said i should get my a boifren.. lol!.. but i dont tink so ... im kinda happy wit single life but .. i do admit i felt lonely most of the times... haiz.. wat the heck should i do???...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-8064531199226907852?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/8064531199226907852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=8064531199226907852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/8064531199226907852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/8064531199226907852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2008/04/6th-april-2008.html' title='6th April 2008'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-68751995539994282</id><published>2008-04-05T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:43:41.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th April 2008</title><content type='html'>i been doin some thinking lately..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just felt as if i was taken for granted..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just felt being used ..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just felt as if you turned to me when you had probs.. but when u are happy u left me..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just felt keeping quiet isnt just the answer to everything....&lt;br /&gt;im sick and tired of being treated this way...&lt;br /&gt;am i invisible to u ...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i gave a thought to the sweet words that u said ...&lt;br /&gt;but i guess my thought was rite.. u are just saying those things just for the sake for me to hear..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why are these people born on earth?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signin off&lt;br /&gt;Nuraaenee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-68751995539994282?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/68751995539994282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=68751995539994282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/68751995539994282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/68751995539994282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2008/04/5th-april-2008.html' title='5th April 2008'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-6366753144082477053</id><published>2008-04-04T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:40:46.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im BaCk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hELLO...!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi AlL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-6366753144082477053?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/6366753144082477053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=6366753144082477053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/6366753144082477053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/6366753144082477053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='Im BaCk'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-6142322296569201830</id><published>2007-05-30T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:47:29.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandaran hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sandaran Hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;by Letto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yakinkah ku berdiri &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di hempa tanpa tepi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bolehkah aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mendengarmu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terkubur dalam emosi tanpa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bisa bersembunyi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku dan nafasku &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;merindukanmu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terpuruk ku di sini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terangi dia yang sepi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dan ku tahu pasti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kau menemani &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dalam hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kesendirianku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teringat ku teringat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pada janjimu ku terikat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hanya sekejap ku berdiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kulakukan sepenuh hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peduli ku peduli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siang dan malam yang berganti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sedihku ini tak ada arti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jika kaulah sandaran hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaulah sandaran hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sandaran hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inikah yg kau mau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;benarkah ini jalanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hanyalah enkau yang ku tuju&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pengang erat tanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bimbing langkah kakiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku hilang arah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tanpa hadirmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dalam gelapnya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malam hariku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nuraaenee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&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/16636252-6142322296569201830?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/6142322296569201830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=6142322296569201830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/6142322296569201830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/6142322296569201830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2007/05/sandaran-hati.html' title='Sandaran hati'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-1634853626772689452</id><published>2007-04-20T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:55:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey hey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored... im in my ihp room and i dun know wat to do.. i gt tonnes of things to be done but i juz dun know where to start....im juz waiting for the clock to strike 5pm. Im mittin muji after skewl at city hall... i dun know if im able to make it since im having my crampz now.. its hurting mi badly..... i dun wish to cancle the plan coz he had actually change his last minute schedule to go out with mie... im sure he'll be frustrated if i were to cancle the plan.. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea btw bout my boify, i dun know if im able to accept him back .. since he has no respect to elders... i dun know.. im still love him like crazy but after wat he did to mie i realised love isnt everything.... hm... i tink as for now i might be able to give him a second chance provided he change his attitude and i dun want him to provide mi with empty promises but i want him to actually prove to mie... we shall see how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my bed now... my tummy is hurting real bad... it feels like a hundred needles is poking my tummy rite now... i can even sit straight.. i wonder how im gonna survive in town ... haiz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Nuraaenee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-1634853626772689452?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/1634853626772689452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=1634853626772689452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/1634853626772689452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/1634853626772689452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='Bored!!'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-7481908760729112334</id><published>2007-03-30T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:37:34.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nuraaenee is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to blogging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After months of silent... Finally im back with blogging.... Firstly i wanna tell u all tat my cuzzin will also b blogging here since im such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gurl haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've tonnes of story to write but den i guess wats past is past, i would not want to get any memories from it coz i've been thru alot...Im here to start a new lyfe in 2007 eventhough it might sound to late but whu cares haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guess i'll stop here for todae since i got tonnes of job to do.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Signing Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nuraaenee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-7481908760729112334?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/7481908760729112334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=7481908760729112334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/7481908760729112334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/7481908760729112334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogging-back.html' title='Blogging Back!!!!'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-116540828214485345</id><published>2006-12-07T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:33:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZXzmCQr6f8s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZXzmCQr6f8s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-116540828214485345?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/116540828214485345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=116540828214485345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116540828214485345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116540828214485345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/12/video.html' title='video'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-116326334224241802</id><published>2006-11-12T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:42:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit u!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whu do u think u ar?... y are u doin this to mie?.. who am i to u?.. is being attached juz a status to u??..i know this few daez we been bz with our own stuff.. u wit ya werk.. n im wit my skewl werk.. but den again.. y must u act tat way?... glad u know tat we are drifting apart..but still wat did u do to get us back??.. NUTHINK!!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itz been 3 weeks straight.. every saturdae u been avoiding my calls... or should i sae every weekends.. i mean y?.. been asking u y..but itz always the same reason.. tat u r aslip... im trying to have doubt on u.. but den ... i cant stand it anymore.. try to hide it from u .. but instead itz eating mi up from inside...!!! im am like freaking mad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juz now was the best man... i keep calling u.. but no reply.. den still someone can sms using ya hp saying "Naz tgh tdo, nanti kol balik ok". i mean itz fine wit mie at first.. but den half hour after tat u called mi asking for my particulars so tat u can activate ya gprs... Wat was tat supposed to mean.. futhermore.. ya background tells mi tat u are outside?... r u running away?. i mean y are u avoiding mie?? Juz tell mi the truth.. itz a pity u cant read this shit. If nt den u will realise how i felt.. Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing OFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nuraaenee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-116326334224241802?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/116326334224241802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=116326334224241802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116326334224241802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116326334224241802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/11/drifting.html' title='Drifting..'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-116243334384061897</id><published>2006-11-03T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:09:03.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 9th dae of Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been 9 daez we celebrate Hari Raya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of the 9 daez only 2 daez tat i went for Raya. Most the daez, i been bz with my skewl werk..Year 2 in  the second sem is a freaking bz year.. i gt tonnes of werk to be done.. Assignmentz, group discussion and everithing.. haiz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my brain almost burst!!Hm.. Now im waiting for my weekends coz on sat i will b goin out with my parents and after tat wit my werk peopz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den on sundae if there is no obstacles, i will be goin wit my secondary school peopz for raya again.. It been 3 years straigh we been having reunion during raya.. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh ya.. bout Naz, he is using my num now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He seems different now. I like him without hp.. He is like super bz.. It seems he got no tyme for  mie.. Its alwayz werk and frenz for him.. I should nt have negative thought of  him. But den haiz..  only god knows wat im tinking now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signin Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-116243334384061897?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/116243334384061897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=116243334384061897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116243334384061897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116243334384061897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/11/9th-dae-of-raya.html' title='The 9th dae of Raya'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-116092802239583822</id><published>2006-10-16T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:00:22.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This saturdae started off wit iskandar sending mi to werk.. how swit was tat?. he woke up veri early juz to send mi to werk. i was a lil touch by tat. coz he actually took some time off from his busy schedule to mit mie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Werk was boring as usual.. i was tinking of resigning but den i still gt lotz of things to achieve.. haiz.. i wonder when will i gt a windfall?... as in money drop from the sky!!!.. haha.. dream on.. it will never happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After werk when down to geylang wit my Caca as she need to get some stuffs for Hari Raya. I did a lil shopping. i actualli wanted to get a new bag for skewl but den the bag tat i wanted was currently sold out. so den i juz bought myself a pair of earings. itz kinda retro.. hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OKay2... i need to get to bed.. skewl starting 2morrow.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nitez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;signin off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-116092802239583822?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/116092802239583822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=116092802239583822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116092802239583822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116092802239583822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/10/saturdae.html' title='Saturdae'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-116042353675058648</id><published>2006-10-10T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T03:52:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BreAk Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Nazri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt know y we broke up... wat wrong have i done?.. y is it so sudden.... i realli luv u and this is wat i get in return?.. after 7 monthz being together and itz so simple for u to sae lets break up... where does all your promises go?... itz is juz empty promises tat all guys gave to gurls?.. i tot u were different... but i guess u were the same as all those guys out there. i tot u were the perfect one. u once told mi u had a dream of breaking up wit mie. u made mi promise not to leave u no matter wat happen. But wat does this meanz??...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i guess u got someone new tatz y u been acting strange towards mi lately.. u been sleeping early.. and u been getting home late... i wonder y the sudden changed?? i know im not the the lil miss perfect tat u alwayz dream off. but u aint the mr perfect either ..i did tried to accept u for who u are but u didnt. itz not fair at all... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did scold u vulgarities coz im like super mad wit u.I know im at fault. im sorry bout tat. u sae u wanna come down and settle everithing wit mie.. i be counting the daez til u come down. u wanna show off ya crazy act. im not afraid coz im aint a typical kind of gurl whu u can easily fooled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signin Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-116042353675058648?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/116042353675058648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=116042353675058648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116042353675058648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/116042353675058648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/10/break-up.html' title='The BreAk Up'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115969136944282753</id><published>2006-10-02T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:30:24.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz sundae todae.. juz finish giving my room a lil makeover.. Itz much more spacious now.. N much more cleaner...have discarded the big bulky shelve in my room.. Feel quite satisfied eventhough have to use alot of energy getting those bulky shelves out of my room especially during fasting month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually before i did all the makeover in my room, i had a lil misunderstanding wit iskandar. I dun know y he hang up the phone when i refused to answer him if i miss him or nt.. i mean watz wrong if i didnt answer tat qns. He didnt have to slam the phone on mi. Itz not once. After he did hang up on mi, i called him again and it took so long for him to answer it. Then he did it again. He slammed the phone the blady second tyme. It really pissed mi off.. Especially when i juz woke up... ARGH!!!!!!.. I hope things will turn out fine then.... okay need to get some rest. im realli tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;Fioreragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115969136944282753?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115969136944282753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115969136944282753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115969136944282753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115969136944282753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-dae.html' title='Bad Dae'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115892079805587439</id><published>2006-09-23T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:26:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kian jauh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kian hilang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kasih antara kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nampak tenang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pada zahirnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapi batin terseksa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang terguris tak nampak dimata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang terhiris terluka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sesekali terbit air mata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tahan sebak didada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ke manakah..nak dibawa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Resah kian melanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Di manakah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hendak ku khabar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pilu di dalam dada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila kasih di hujungnya nyawa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rasa ingin dimanja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perasaan pun kian tersentuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila rindu ini berlabuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah yang dikejar dalam hidupmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Berkali ku kata padamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kita singgah di dunia yang sementara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Penuh tipu daya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang kekal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DisanaBiarlah..kita bersama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usahlah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanyut terus terlena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kerana dunia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pada aku masih ada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kasih belum terhakis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sebenarnya..sudah lama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ku sungguh berkecil hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115892079805587439?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115892079805587439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115892079805587439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115892079805587439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115892079805587439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/09/kian.html' title='Kian'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115891299526151114</id><published>2006-09-23T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:17:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in you will nt go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;itz my off dae todae.. i been werking for the whole week... kind of worn out. Been goin out for like almost everidae after werk. Finally gt my rest. Yesterdae i gt some bad news bout Naz, he sae he might nt be able to mit mi for quite sometime for now.. I wonder and he told mie tat he was involved in a case which he wasn't aware off. I was definately shocked to hear tat. Actually the case started for like a month ago. I was realli pissed to find out tat he had been hiding this from mie. It was nt his fault it was due to his distance cuzzin tat he was involved in this case. todae he needs to drop by the station to provide statements and will get the judgement for the case. i hope he wont b pulled in. i wanted to tag along but he insist mi of not following him. I realli hope he will b fine. even if he might be drag in , i promise to wait for him as long as in could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;signing Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115891299526151114?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115891299526151114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115891299526151114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115891299526151114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115891299526151114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-you-will-nt-go.html' title='in you will nt go'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115837679909982421</id><published>2006-09-16T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:02:58.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Ride</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdae was a realli photo taking dae.&lt;br /&gt;Finally my laptop is back!!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;I gt tonnes of things to do but todae i decided to upload these photos first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/Muah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/trmenung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115837679909982421?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115837679909982421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115837679909982421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115837679909982421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115837679909982421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/09/bus-ride.html' title='Bus Ride'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115739225467235723</id><published>2006-09-05T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T02:23:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been not blogging for the past few daez... been bz werking la.. hehe.. Btw i came across this mail stating bout knowing more bout ya star sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mine-Capricon Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once she is mad she can be very fierce. She can work better than some men and she is very high confident woman. In her opinion, woman is not just a flower or decoration at home or at an office and certainly not a weak sex who needs protection. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She likes to control and hide her weak emotions. She will never try to change anyone, but she will learn to accept them as they are. If she does not like someone, she will not comments or criticize but she will completely ignore that person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She hate plastic and an artificial flower because it make her feel that you are not being sincere. She loves real flower and it's scent. She loves a guy who wear after shave cologne. If you are a type of a guy who wear your Jean one month before washing, or wear an old sneaker, then you can forget about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves music and nature even there is a rare case otherwise. She loves to go picnic in nature, so if you don't have so much time for her, you can take her fishing too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is not as jealous as Aquarius or Leo woman, but do not cross the line O.K. Better not to see she gets mad, especially in front of public when she feels like loosing face. She loves to make up and dress perfectly and very neat, so never rush her for this matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has her own goal in life and does not care if you have a doctorate degree or not, if she thinks you are not bright then she will not care about you at all. She likes smart people by character not by certificate shown. If you can not show her this quality, go and take a bus and go to the next stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She does not like a dreamer who talk about his dream but never put his hands in action to make it happens. Don't bother to tell her "everyone is doing it, you should do it too", or "I think you should do it, it's good for you", because she will do what she wants to do only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a neat and tidy person, so if your apartment is a pigsty , do not take her there. If you go out on a date with her , try to be presentable such as nice and clean dress, clean nails or else it will be your last date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a cool type and will not nag, so easy on your ears. She is a slow but sure type. She will always respect and honor you and will never try to make you loose your face. If she loves you, she will help you in anything you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She likes to help people and expect nothing in return. If she asks you for a favor and does not get one, she will feel very disappoint. She has a high hope and a high faith and beliefs in her own confident than believing in "Luck". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If she is your wife, you will have nice and clean home and a gourmet cooking. If your parents visit your house, they will be please. She is a 3 in 1 means , a perfect mother, a perfect housewife, a perfect wife or you could say "happily ever after".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nazri-Cancer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The most sensitive man and the weakest emotional type in all Zodiac. Most Artists are Cancer. Cancer is controlled by the "Moon" and the moon change it's shape daily, so Cancer man's emotional and moods change all the time too. You will confuse with him and yet it is his constantly changes that "Charm" you. He never go to get what he wants directly, but he will wait for a chance an opportunity to do so. Once he gets what he wanthe will not loose it, except if he get tired of it by himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most sensitive man who can not stand rejection. He cares what other people feel or think of him. He hates loosing face and he tends to over protected himself, so sometimes people might think he is a cold person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gifted, creative, imaginative, is Cancer. A mystery and complexity play a major role in a life of a Cancer man. He could be very funny, very quiet, suddenly very sad. Living with him could be very unexpected, for you will not know what is his next mood. If you like excitement and surprise, you have the right guy and never have a chance to get bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He thinks of his home as "nest" and it is the safest place for him. If he feels hurt or depress he will stay at home alone quietly. Once he feels better, he will come out of his retreat and lives normally again. Being a looser is not him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is so easy to fall in love with this guy because he is gentle and a very polite guy. His wit and creative mind could win your affection. He will come out from his nest to protect you even if he is not opening himself up to other people much. Not many people will win his heart. His security is only when he has money in his pocket. Once he feels secure then he might think of having a happy family. Even he likes to make and keep money, he is not stingy. Spending money is part of his good image, so he will be happy to spent money to take you out to a very expensive restaurant or buy a jewelry for you. Certainly when he has money OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is possessive to everything's that he thinks belong to him. Don't try to talk to another cute guy in front of him, he will get suspicion because he is not very secure or confident in himself for this kind of competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once you know each other too much, he will start to look for new excitement, but not to worry for he will always think of you. If he thinks you are the true love for him, and you try once to disappear. You will be sure he will come and look for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is a shy guy, but if he likes you. You can get up in the morning and see that he is in front of your house everyday till you go out with him, a very persistent guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes a secure, cheerful and lively woman, confident but at the same time always act proper and appropriate. He likes a secure woman, but able to adjust to his rapid changes. A very difficult type to find woman indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the beginning, you and him will be so sugary sweet together and he will only think of you. This so "super romantic" will not last forever, so don't slip this chance. If you are the one who want his interest, then act and make yourself interesting. Be a supportive person and give him compliment sometimes, but not too much till he thinks you are not sincere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unlike many other Zodiac, if he is mad then you better get out of that room. He will calm down by himself. Giving him a slight touch on his shoulders or concerned facial expression are enough. He loves his mother, so try to be his mother favorite, but do not act like his mother! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115739225467235723?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115739225467235723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115739225467235723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115739225467235723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115739225467235723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/09/sign-factor.html' title='Sign Factor'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115711922340409390</id><published>2006-09-02T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:00:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dua wajah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;posting another entry.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to get some answers as y guys change in attitude..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; b4 they get us they were different.. sweet talker.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but after being wit them, they are mother fucker..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sory to use vulgarities in this entry.. but seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y are they like tat???.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at first everithing is sweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no fights no misunderstanding... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but after sometime, things changes.. haaaiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder when i realli get a guy whu luvs mi for whu i am... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signin Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&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/16636252-115711922340409390?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115711922340409390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115711922340409390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115711922340409390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115711922340409390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/09/dua-wajah.html' title='Dua wajah'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115605683552177462</id><published>2006-08-21T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:53:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenz are Frenz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been thinking lately.. wat are galfrenz for?... didnt tat juz strikes u?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i mean some galfrenz are meant for party.. some are meant to share secrets  but some.. haiz.. they are juz humilating.. y cant galfrenz realli b trusted?.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eventhough u had known them for like ages?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;galfrenz become backstabbers when guys are involve??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i realli hate dis kind of peopz.. trying to be ananomyous isnt much of an escape..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i know whu u r?..  dun pretend u were innocent.. u keep repeating the same old thing 3 times in a row!!!! wat ya motive??.. so tat u looked gewd in front of guys huh?... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such a biatch u r.. this is the first tyme im telling it straight in ya face!.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i used keep quiet and pretend it never happened. But i tink i had my limits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I juz cant forgive u anymore...U backstab mi with FarulRahzi and then again u did the same to Hairullah.. and now wat??.. Even to Boi u wanna spoiled my name???.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wat wrong wit u?. Dont u juz realised wat u been up to?.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u juz cant b trusted! Such a fren u ar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i swear i never knew u!I hope one dae u gt ya retribution..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and i mean it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing Off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115605683552177462?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115605683552177462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115605683552177462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115605683552177462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115605683552177462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/08/frenz-are-frenz.html' title='Frenz are Frenz'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115478759462802040</id><published>2006-08-06T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:23:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenangan trindah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey.... juz feel like posting this entry as i realli loves this song... This song should be able to portray my feelings toward the person i used to luv.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan TerIndah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku yang lemah tanpamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku yang rentan karena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cinta yang tlah hilang darimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang mampu menyanjungku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selama mata terbuka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sampai jantung tak berdetak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selama itu pun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku mampu tuk mengenangmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darimu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kutemukan hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bagiku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kau lah cinta sejati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kan kujadikan kau kenangan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang terindah dalam hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang tlah terukir abadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sebagai kenangan yang terindah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signin Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115478759462802040?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115478759462802040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115478759462802040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115478759462802040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115478759462802040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/08/kenangan-trindah.html' title='kenangan trindah'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115466063749481639</id><published>2006-08-05T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:03:57.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hEY..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sKewl getting from bad to worst..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been realli bz finishing up my assignments..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quizzes were desperately waiting for mie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tonnes of projects ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh!!!! watz happenin.. im  like lagging behind by like a lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listing for things to b done:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Web mastering project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Computing Tuitorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Maths online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Networking Tuitoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*OOP project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is like alot more to b done... but im like realli waiting for 11th august... CHALET !!!! But first before tat need to do some shopping... haha.. dun tink tatz important but den again im like used to it before having any occassion, i will go for a shopping spree hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAD HABIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT first, im like counting down the daes till MONDAE  so im like able to go for my shopping spree... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now im like stressing myself due to the tonnes of werk to be done before i can enjoy myself... After the chalet, need to buck my ass up due to the final examination ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; AGRH stress again......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signin Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115466063749481639?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115466063749481639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115466063749481639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115466063749481639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115466063749481639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/08/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115420263485914242</id><published>2006-07-30T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:52:18.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It started all fine and easy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knock oFF from werk at 9pm when i was suppossed to stop at 8pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea2 need to do some OT as the labour was down and its like Saturdae and the crowd was none stop..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After werk hang around wit my deLi peopz... have a few drinkz and snacks and a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;few light puffs.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to toa payoh thinkin to have a game or 2 at the pool centre.The nite was fantastic wit my peopz talkin crap n shit all round... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;itz really spoils my dae when i found out something which was not supposed to b known by others!!!!!! CAN U BELIEVE IT... argh!!!!! I was a lil pissed off actualli!!! How could she keep tat from mie!!!! and i the first place how could she even have a heart to do it??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean his and her status are exactly the same!!! wat were they thinkin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the were like old enough to think!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was realli pissed as i regard them as my brother and sister.. and this is like wat i gt.. This is realli BULLSHIT!!!!... i know i might b over reacting.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but den y must it be both of them????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I regret following them there.. if i know this would happen, i could have said NO in the first place... I wonder how long this has been goin on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HaIZZZZzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay i guess til here then.. need to cathc my slip as will b waking up early 2morrow... Toodlez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signin Off&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115420263485914242?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115420263485914242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115420263485914242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115420263485914242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115420263485914242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/07/scandals.html' title='Scandals'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115407142587398165</id><published>2006-07-28T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T15:23:45.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to blogging…&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. itz been sometimes since I blog an entry.. Last tuesdae was a formal dae and a photo taking dae. Hehe.. Now den I realized tat my IS class peopz are as crazy as mie hehe.. they were like taking photo all round hehe.. Here are some pics taken…xd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/25-07-06_1216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/25-07-06_1102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/25-07-06_1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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/16636252-115407142587398165?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115407142587398165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115407142587398165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115407142587398165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115407142587398165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115322780782901937</id><published>2006-07-18T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:03:27.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfaithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Searching for the right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; But it keeps avoiding me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sorrow in my soul cause it seems that wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; really loves my company &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hes more than a man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is more than love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; the reason that this guy is blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; the clouds are rolling in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; because I'm gone again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and to him I just can't be true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and it kills him inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I can see him dying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Everytime I walk out the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I see him die a little more inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't wanna hurt him anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't wanna be... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a murderer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel it in the air &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as I'm doing my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; preparing for another day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A kiss up on my cheek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; He's here reluctantly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if I'm gonna be out late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I say I won't be long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Just hanging with the girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; A liar didn't have to tell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because we both know where &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm about to go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we know it very well &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and it kills him inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see him dying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Everytime I walk out the door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see him die a little more inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't wanna be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; a murderer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; His trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I might as well take a gun and put it to his head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Get it over with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't wanna do this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anymore (anymore) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Everytime I walk out the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I see him die a little more inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't wanna be... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a murderer (a murderer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; No no no no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yeah yeah yeah&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/16636252-115322780782901937?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115322780782901937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115322780782901937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115322780782901937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115322780782901937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/07/unfaithful.html' title='Unfaithful'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115289806107673728</id><published>2006-07-02T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:52:32.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz e 1st week of skewl… im like veri bored.. coz itz still the holidae mood goin on haha.. a lot of stuff has been happening lately.. I’ve been tinkin of a lot lately… I juz need to let mi head settle down a lil…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.. I gt this fren but den for quite sometime tat person doesn’t wanna talk to mie.. I juz dun get it ar.. y wrong had I done… am I tat bad?..i dun know wat others has been talking bout him coz itz been ages since join the other pals… but den now im glad coz now tat person is okay wit mie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout now mi n ezal gt nuthink anymore…. We’ve broke up... I been waiting for him for 2 whole monthz.. I been waiting for his return.. n diz is wat I gt in return.. I really hate him.. he gt no feeling .. such a heartless fellow… I to the was the one.. but again he played mie.. HATE HIM…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. Fuck wit tat.. im done wit it.. I hope karma will happen sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Im now back to single lyfe… Now being more lazier to attend skewl.. everi murnin I need to drag my body out of bed. I dun know watz been happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115289806107673728?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115289806107673728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115289806107673728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115289806107673728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115289806107673728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-itz-e-1st-week-of-skewl-im-like.html' title=''/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115116900912489768</id><published>2006-06-25T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:10:09.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEY…HEY.. HEY….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally im back online.. haha.. my laptop had gone down.. itz been a week since I was online.. a lot of things has happen… but not gonna update now.. im like really tired.. hehe.. went out to get my laptop back den I met Irwan den chill out wit my friends den now im like dead tired.. update soon.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signin Off&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115116900912489768?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115116900912489768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115116900912489768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115116900912489768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115116900912489768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/06/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-115039088103039136</id><published>2006-06-16T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:49:54.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidaez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peopz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidaez are here.. damn im so the not free.. haha.. been busy wit my work n frenz.. been out for like almost everidae.. either im werking or enjoyin myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On last Saturdae went out wit Khaty n Vick to town after werk… It been ages since I step to town haha. The outing was quite fun ar wit that Vick always wit the “bird eating the fish” haha.. We went on till quite late ar den we bumped into “negro” aka Shazalee.. but den I dun know him well.. He used to b from my school.. so like whatever haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/nitelyfe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vick nt in pic.. Coz he's shy....hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den on Mondae, I went to bugis wit my schoolmates to discuss on our team project of the “Laptop gripper” . Bout the project I was totally blur.. I dun even know watz goin on haha.. so I was alil bored la.. but den Khaty saved mi as she was in NAFA so she called mi up n we met for a while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazzy.... mi n max n HuI chInG...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/12062006014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/HCnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/maxnmi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesdae, I went out wit Khaty again.. It was my off dae but den Im like not used to staying out. Haha.. we went shopping but den I onli bought a blazer.. which I find it really cute haha.. LUV IT…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. update bout mi n Ezal… im like a lil pissed off wit him.. haiz.. he’s been busy all the tyme . Itz either he is working or he is out wit his frenz.. haiz.. im like super bored wit him.. When Im trying to straight things out wit him, he’ll sae tat im not being understanding to him.. n im being PETTY!!!!.. argh… Den yesterdae I had a fight wit him as on 1st of july I wanted to go to my colleague bdae party.. but den it will be in held in a hotel somewhere in balestier.. im nt really sure of the place ar.. but den he didn’t allow mi to go as he sae itz nt appropriate for gurls to go to some kind of hotel wit her guy frenz.. but den I already told him tat my gurlfrenz will b goin also.. argh!!!!. I really wanna go… im like super frustrated wit him.. im nt used to him acting this wae.. he had nvr stop mi from goin anywhere. Y must he do diz???... itz like my fren bdae party.. nt as if im like goin on wit some other guyz… argh………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signin off&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-115039088103039136?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/115039088103039136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=115039088103039136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115039088103039136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/115039088103039136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/06/holidaez.html' title='holidaez'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114983930758487528</id><published>2006-06-10T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:48:27.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY EXAMS ARE OVER….!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. im free now..but I aint enjoying myself yet.. coz I been making myself bz… finding income. Haha.. Yea2 gt my pay but den still dun know when wanna go shop for all the stuff … haha.. den again. I still owe Farhan a movie treat.. haha yea2 I promised him by next week. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la.. still waiting for him to come home.. he is like super bz these few daze. Mayb gt lotz of werk to do la.. mizz him super much… haha.. okay la. Gtg. Wanna gt readi for work.. toodlez.. update some other tyme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114983930758487528?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114983930758487528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114983930758487528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114983930758487528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114983930758487528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-finally-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114958858739206284</id><published>2006-06-06T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:09:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....At the top of my lungs I need to shout. I really need to let my heartz out… I miss u… I really do.. im counting the dayz for u to come home.. now we only communicate thru phone and tatz like so suckz.. I hate it.. I prefer mitting u face 2 face.. but I gt no choice… ya far away in selangor.. I was crazy enough I would follow my heart n mit u there.. hehe.. but den Im still thinking straight. I gt lotz of stuffs to do here.. my exams is here but den I really gt no mood to study.. haiz.. tink im gonna flung my comman test.. haiz.. lotz of  my assignments are lining up waiting for mi to complete them…. But I juz dun know where to start…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signin Off&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114958858739206284?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114958858739206284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114958858739206284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114958858739206284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114958858739206284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/06/argh.html' title='Argh...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114907808123861254</id><published>2006-06-01T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:23:48.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lettin my heartz out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun know watz has gotten into mi ryte now.. diz few daze im lyke feel very down and like everythings seems very wrong.. although I shows tat im happy on the outside but actually im lyke confused deep down inside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 monthz almost passed. Ezal still nt back yet..still awaitz for his return… i miss him so much.. I know tat I been foolin around diz few monthz .. I know those peopz whu reading diz will definitely gt mad when he found out the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;… but im sorry.. I juz cant get along wit u more than a friends.. I used to like u.. but still. I only belong to my guy&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tengku Ariffin aka Ezal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If ya mad, im sorry.. I juz need to get things clear wit u. itz nt tat im running away from u in skewl or sumthing. Juz tat I dun wanna gt anymore feeling involved in this. U are a very kind, good, loving and self-centered guy. Every gurl will be very happy wit u. but im sorry. My heart juz doesn’t belongs to u… Dun be mad at mie..im sorry I had to let it out noe. Coz I cant simply lie to myself anymore.. im sorry….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/ezal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Baby Boy]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signin off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114907808123861254?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114907808123861254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114907808123861254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114907808123861254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114907808123861254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/05/lettin-my-heartz-out.html' title='lettin my heartz out...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114903725966419726</id><published>2006-05-31T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:00:59.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelieveable-crag david</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always said I would know where to find love,&lt;br /&gt;Always thought I'd be ready and strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;But some times I just felt I could give up.&lt;br /&gt;But you came and changed my whole world now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhere I've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so unbelievable,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down like a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you've always been,&lt;br /&gt;Forever a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unbelievable to finally be in love,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I'd never thought I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my head, it's so clear now,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand you've got nothing to fear now,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost and you've rescued me some how-.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm in love you complete me,&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been here before.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of what I have, and this chance I nearly lost,&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but break down, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah, break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signin off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114903725966419726?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114903725966419726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114903725966419726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114903725966419726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114903725966419726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/05/unbelieveable-crag-david.html' title='Unbelieveable-crag david'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114883643732989143</id><published>2006-05-29T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:13:57.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey peopz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz been few monthz since I last update n change blogskin.. hehe.. I been totally busy wit my skewl and work… there’s lyke tones of assignment tat I need to complete being in year 2 now in poly… itz like having no lyfe rite now… and I mean really no lyfe. Itz either I will be in skewl, workplace or home!!!.. imagine tat … since I been in year 2 I had lesser tyme to spent wit my x skewl matez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed them so much where we used to be crazy together.. haiz… I guess mayb after exams, I will be enjoying myself again.. I really wanted to go town.. itz been a very long tyme since I step to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a single again was lyke heaven to mie. Hehe.. but all my tyme was busy wit my own stuff… when year 2 of my poly lyfe started, I used to skip lesson multiple tymes.. den again I tink again tat it is not worth it as I felt left out when I went to skewl as normal.. and the lecturers were like asking me y didn’t attend classes regularly.. I had no perfect answer for tat except tat I am tired of workin n skewlin at the same tyme.. but den now itz a new mie.. I been attending class regularly now.. trying to change to a new leaf. Futhermore exams are coming n the lectures are giving tips for the exams.hehe.. Playing smart la.. coz I dun want to repeat anymore module… itz so tiring and stress.. argh!!.. juz wanna gt this poly lyfe over and done wit.. and go to my &lt;strong&gt;MUSIC SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;… hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la peopz.. itz getting late.. and im lyke super tired.. I guess.. I shall gt my beauty slip.. hehe.. toodlez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signin off&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114883643732989143?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114883643732989143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114883643732989143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114883643732989143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114883643732989143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='update....'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114387566989171935</id><published>2006-04-02T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:14:29.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AgAIn Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey.. juz updating itz like saturdae...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; n im like t home doin nuthink as itz was ma off dae n it like i gt no where to go.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw itz actualli over between mi n Faizal.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he was like super irritating.. he had gone too much i guess now i juz had be firm wit guys coz they had been happily step on my head n it really pissed mi off.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oky.. im like back to my old lyfe as to enjoy myself as normal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; i juz dun wanna tink of guys anymore at this point of tyme..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signin Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FioRe RaGaZZa&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/16636252-114387566989171935?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114387566989171935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114387566989171935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114387566989171935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114387566989171935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/04/again-over.html' title='AgAIn Over'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114322083855660330</id><published>2006-03-25T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:20:38.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FreaKy FrIDaE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hEY.. Itz been ages since i updated hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; been bz lately.. wit werk n everithing..&lt;br /&gt;It like the 24th of march n ma resuLt were out..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; argh!!... hate it sia.. i like fail ma freaking CM.. sO Irritating.. Haiz.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tat realli make ma dae turns ugly..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; n at ma werk place i fought wit ma manager.. as she happily accused mi of doing thing i wasnt aware of.. as for ma character i hate it when people do tat to mi.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she has gone beyond ma limits ar. for the first n second tyme i can keep queit but den not for the third tyme.. i dun care if she is the manager or whuever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i realli blow ma top at her.. den she shut up.. im like tired n there she was screaming at mi infront of the customers.. whu do she tink she is.. ??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i also need to save some face!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop bout tat arguments.. den i went home.. i tot i could get a peace of mind.. but den again.. i fought wit faizal. bout tiny things.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiz.. coz at first i told him i work murning on saturdae..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But den ma manager put mi off on saturdae so no werking morning.. Den when faizal sae he wanna go out wit his frenz den i juz sae okay.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Den ma fwen at ma werk place told mi tat he cannot make it on saturdae shift so i juz agree as itz better working den juz sits at home n being a nuisance..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; den he told mi tat he is not going out wit his frenz n wanted to fetch mi from werk on saturdae as he still tot tat i was working murning..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; but den when i told him tat i had to werk nite.. he get so pissed off n blow his top at mie.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;den i was like wat the fuck sia.. wat wrong i done.. he was the one whu told mi tat he wanted to go out wit his frenz den he is blaming mi of working nite shift.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiz.. Wat a dae.. itz realli terrible ar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OKay think im off to bed now.. update later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Fiore RaGaZZa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114322083855660330?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114322083855660330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114322083855660330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114322083855660330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114322083855660330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/03/freaky-fridae.html' title='FreaKy FrIDaE'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114276610807861802</id><published>2006-03-20T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:01:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dae Out wit FaiZaL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfect saturdae... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha.. it was like 18 march..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; n i was supposed to go for Manan's BBq pit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; wit khaty, Vick n Iqah. But den end up on the dae itz self, Iqah disappear, Khaty had to werk n also Vick never called mie.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So then i thought.. argh nvm i not going also.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But den ma saturdae still turns out well.. i went out wit Faizal.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh actualli i forget to tell u guyz.. tat im actualli attached.. hahah.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean i get over Roy.. so now im wit Faizal.. We went to esplanade.. n sit around there..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; we reach there bout 4 plus.. as usual i was abit late heheh.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we walk around n spent the tyme.. juz 2 of us.. hahaha. aint tat perfect.. no one distubing..Hey! dun think anythink funny.. we didnt do anythink aite... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay.. den by 8 plus, we went off and he sent mie home coz we were working morning shift the next murning.. so need to get home early .... okay ma story stops here..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/FaizaLNMie2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114276610807861802?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114276610807861802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114276610807861802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114276610807861802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114276610807861802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/03/dae-out-wit-faizal.html' title='A dae Out wit FaiZaL'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114206384504105394</id><published>2006-03-12T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:57:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iM sOrY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hEY.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juz droppin by as im lyke feeling super bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterdae nite, i went out wit a'ish to catch a movie "DATE MOVIE".. everything went fine tat nite until Roy called mi.. I was so pissed off wit him.. he was such an irritating guy.. i've already broke up with him but still he is interfering into my life... ARGH... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a'ish, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorie bout yesterdae.. i had to leave coz i dun want anything bad to happen.. im realli sorie.. he already called my house and created all the nonsense stuff telling my dad i had to mit him all tat.. itz all bullshit.. i know your angry with mie.. but im realli veri sorry.. if u want to continue ignoring mie.. then tatz fine.. i guess i juz have to wait till you cooled down...BUt if within daez u still ignoring mi..then i guess i gt ya msg..... k...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore Ragazza...&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/16636252-114206384504105394?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114206384504105394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114206384504105394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114206384504105394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114206384504105394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-sory.html' title='iM sOrY...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114166420596483501</id><published>2006-03-07T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:56:46.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One LaSt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I never could imagine, life without you&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you walked into my world&lt;br /&gt;Never knew how long a loving flame could burn&lt;br /&gt;But losing you has forced me to learn&lt;br /&gt;That we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss&lt;br /&gt;One last touch&lt;br /&gt;One last tender moment between us&lt;br /&gt;One last dance&lt;br /&gt;To our first song&lt;br /&gt;While pretending there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay here for awhile and&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment we're in denial&lt;br /&gt;We both knowIts better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to take a stand at all&lt;br /&gt;I see your face again and I fall&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night there's the scent of a rose&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your perfume I suppose&lt;br /&gt;But we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss&lt;br /&gt;One last touch&lt;br /&gt;One last tender moment between us&lt;br /&gt;One last dance&lt;br /&gt;To our first song&lt;br /&gt;While pretending there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we met each other under a different sky&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then things would be much better between you and I&lt;br /&gt;We could always hold on to this one special thing we share&lt;br /&gt;But it would be too much for us to bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One last kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One last touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One last tender moment between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One last dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To our first song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;While pretending there's nothing wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We both know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's better if we just let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;signing Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FiORe RaGAzza...&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/16636252-114166420596483501?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114166420596483501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114166420596483501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114166420596483501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114166420596483501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-last_07.html' title='One LaSt'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114150552009352890</id><published>2006-03-05T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T04:52:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HeArt ShAttErED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma heart shattered into pieces... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now im back to b alone. .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more Roy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; between mi n him is over.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iTz been like onli a month and itz over.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; juz cant take it anymore.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do break down sumtimes thinking of wat he did to mi... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but den again argh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i juz dun know.. Haiz.. no mood to write.. juz tat.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roy is no more in mi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; aLL left is only memories... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIgNINg oFf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FiORe RaGAzza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114150552009352890?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114150552009352890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114150552009352890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114150552009352890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114150552009352890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/03/heart-shattered.html' title='HeArt ShAttErED'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114139127735914689</id><published>2006-03-04T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:07:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoLiDaEzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;itz been ages since i update ma blog.. heheh..I've been bz with exam n projects la... i mean no tyme to update.. but always got tyme to go online.. lol!.. mayb itz juz ma way hehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n Atiqah keep asking watz wit me n Roy.. heheh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay here it goes.. mi n Roy been doin fine.. but u know la what relationship doesnt have itz up n down.. as u say im too patient wit Roy while he is the opposite.. haha.. I juz dun know y im like tat.. lol!.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last.. itz the holidaez... n im like werking everisingle dae.. i need to earn some cash to make ma new identity card and i realli need a new HandPhone.. Argh!!!.. but still IC is ma first priority....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aite Folkz.. need to go.. Roy called mie.. Toodlex...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing Off..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore Ragazza...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114139127735914689?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114139127735914689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114139127735914689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114139127735914689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114139127735914689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidaezzz.html' title='HoLiDaEzzz'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114059561485737217</id><published>2006-02-22T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:06:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and Cons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterdae was a happy and also irritatig day for mie...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The happy thingy was that.. Roy has been released and i was so happy bout it... i was almost celebrating my day when ma bag got stolen away.. it was such a horrendous nightmare for me.. everytink important is in tat bag. Ma wallet which includes ma NIRC, ma ezlink, ma student pass, ma ATM card and also ma HP!!!!.. Even ma specs were in ma bag..i was so pissed off !!.. How could such a person be so heartless to steal ma bag.. It was actually a fwen of mine.. but now he was such a freak idiot.. K here it goes.. I met him at jurong east coz we wanted to catch a movie.. so then at first we miss the 3 pm show.. den after we had to get the 5 o'clock show .. so we need to wait for like 1hour plus .. within tat 1 hour, everithink when fine.. den, i wanted to go to the toilet.. n den after i came out of the toilet.. SNAP!!! his gone.. i was like WTF!!!.. i was lost then.. i got nuthink with mi.. all ma things is inside ma beg... n he was carrying ma bag all the while.. Haiz.. so f*cking su*ky... When i try to search for him... he is not found.. den i try calling ma hp with the public phone.. and SHIT!!.. itz off... without hesitation, i called the police and make a  report.. now ma case is in custody.. Haiz.. i dun realli care bout the hp thingy.. but ma NIRC is important... HAiz... &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/16636252-114059561485737217?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114059561485737217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114059561485737217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114059561485737217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114059561485737217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/02/pros-and-cons.html' title='Pros and Cons'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114026351080967367</id><published>2006-02-20T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:51:50.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still await your return..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itz been 3 dayz since ya gone.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didn't know wat Roy been up to in there coz i didnt hear any news of Roy after tat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm missing him so much.. i didnt know losing a guy i love hurt mi so much.. i felt as if there is an missing part in my lyfe now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventhough i've been fighting everysingle day with him.. but deep down inside i still love him coz how bad he is, he is still my guy n i love him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now im in some confusion as to wait for him till he is out or should i juz move on with my lyfe and forget bout him.. Coz his last words to me was "i'll find you once i got out" so itz means, he still wants me to wait for him.. but den again, if he is out, does tat mean we will be happy like we used to before he went in???? That always strikes my mind when i thought of him everyday.. I might be happy and enjoying myself on the outside but no one knows tat i am deeply missing him and my lyfe turns to misery thinking of him... Haiz.. when is he coming out?.. i hope it wont take years coz i cant take anymore of this... .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore Ragazza...&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/16636252-114026351080967367?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114026351080967367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114026351080967367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114026351080967367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114026351080967367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-await-your-return.html' title='Still await your return..'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-114006171047887319</id><published>2006-02-17T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:48:30.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BiG FooD FiEsTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a Big Food Fiesta on Mondae Nite... I went with ma deli peopz to the Barcart Restaurant somewhere at Plaza By The Park.We ate tonnes of food till our tummy felt like bursting lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;We also stuffed ourselves with chicken, fish n some scallop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;After tat we didnt juz stop there.. we were into dessert!!!.. tatz wat i've been waiting for all the while...!!! n for dessert we ate all these...Lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/choc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolatey Fruitzz......YuM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strawberry PuddIn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/grapechoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grapes coated wit choclate n also the Gerald at the background, juz using his shirt as contrast to the chocolatey fruits.. lol!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay.. im off to skewl now.. get back for stories.. lol!..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-114006171047887319?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/114006171047887319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=114006171047887319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114006171047887319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/114006171047887319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-food-fiesta.html' title='BiG FooD FiEsTA'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113965295341485701</id><published>2006-02-12T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:41:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo StrIkex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im feelin so down..cant get ma mind on things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dunno wat gt into me..i've been quarelling wit Roy for almost every single day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything i did is a mistake to him. Nutthink is right for him.. Y must it be this wae?.. Am i tat bad for u?. Wat wrong have i done to be treated this way?. I need a peace!! Cant u not scold mi for at least a dae?. I knoe it was my mistake but still it was lame for u to be jealous of ma fwens?. They were ma fwens!.. if i were fond of them,i wouldn't have been wit u if i were realli have sumthink goin on with them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got ma lyfe to lead. Doesn't mean u gt "curfew" u need to control mine!. I hate being control! U told mi,"Even ma parents dun check ma hp".Now im tellin u back,"even ma parents dun control ma lyfe??" Who are to control mi?? U're juz ma guy.. ur nt even ma husband! Im so fu*ck pissed of wit him...Guess wat?.. he sounded break for the second tyme yesterdae???? I mean wtF?? Dun u love mi anymore?..Not being suspicious or anything but den i think u gt another gal out there. coz when yr went out wit mi, whenever there's a phone call or msg on ya hp,u neither wanna answer nor reply!.. i mean watz dis shows?.. Haiz... i juz wonder y mus god test mi diz wae?.. y doesn't all ma relationship turn well? For once i wanna have a great relationship as in those i could atleast think back and smile in years to come....Haiz.. i guess itz juz a test from god tat were written in ma lyfe diary... now i juz need to bear wit it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At work juz now, i try to talk it out wit ma fwenz, Yan told mi not to be sad as guys are always like tat coz they still think they wanna enjoy.. At the same tyme they wanna a person whu cares for them..Whereas Iskz told mi tat "there are many fishes in the sea".. Yea it true wat he say but still itz not easy to find a gewd guy whu realli cares for a gerl no matter what happen...... Haiz... i guess tatz all.. write more someother tyme... Now i juz need sumtyme alone....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore Ragazza....&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/16636252-113965295341485701?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113965295341485701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113965295341485701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113965295341485701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113965295341485701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/02/emo-strikex.html' title='Emo StrIkex'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113939430570857234</id><published>2006-02-09T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:48:07.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FrOm ma HeArtz Itz pOUrS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try to believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the toxins i inhale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will take away the pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain that you left behind when you went away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its still there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lurking in every inch of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scraping and scratching my soul as it goes along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try so hard to pretend it isnt there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its too hard to overcome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they say that its all part of life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you cant escape the pain that comes along with love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love that i gave to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i guess you dont want it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i'll just sit here and try to make the pain go away again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try to believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the toxins i inhale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will take away the pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain that you left behind when you went away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its still there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lurking in every inch of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scraping and scratching my soul as it goes along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try so hard to pretend it isnt there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its too hard to overcome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they say that its all part of life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you cant escape the pain that comes along with love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love that i gave to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i guess you dont want it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i'll just sit here and try to make the pain go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113939430570857234?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113939430570857234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113939430570857234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113939430570857234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113939430570857234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/02/from-ma-heartz-itz-pours.html' title='FrOm ma HeArtz Itz pOUrS'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113919589689659126</id><published>2006-02-07T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:18:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hee hoo hee hoo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im bored..... mi in skewl.. but den nuthink to do.. not in the mood to listen to the lecture... Itz been long since i update.. alot been happening lately.. juz got no tyme to update.. But den here ma story goes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea2.. itz been quite long i broke up wit remy... but still i kind of miz him... still i need to get over him coz i was the one whu wanna let go of him.. so no point regretting it now... Haiz... But now.. i gt maself a rplacement for him... his name is Roy... although he is 20+ but i feel tat he cares much bout mi.. n i mean too much sumtimes.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lives in Bp.. n guess wat??... he knows ma cuzzins, (hana, farah and atiqah)... den i was like OMG.. itz was shocking sia... hahaha... den again itz gewd ar.. so tat ma cuzzin can spy on him... lolx!.. (ps: im not psyco kidding) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay.. i realli dun know wat to write noe... so juz diz..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;signin' off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore ragazza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113919589689659126?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113919589689659126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113919589689659126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113919589689659126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113919589689659126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/02/hee-hoo-hee-hoo.html' title='hee hoo hee hoo..'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113919453565397787</id><published>2006-02-06T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:49:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To -------</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This video is dedicated to a guy by the name of --------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PtvjP2O5jU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113919453565397787?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113919453565397787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113919453565397787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113919453565397787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113919453565397787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/02/to.html' title='To -------'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113738039540130859</id><published>2006-01-17T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:50:06.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoLd RooM DiSaSTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey..&lt;br /&gt;itz been a few dae or even weeks since i update hehe.. been bz lately.. btw mi juz dropping by updating u wat been happening to mi lately..Last fridae, i went to ma werk place.. The baker(lyra) was on mc.. So den the next dae was supposed to have buffet breakfast. So sharul told mi and gerald to do the mini pastry layout. Then gerald when in the cold room and started to search for the mini pastry boxes. Den feeling pity for him doin all alone, i ask him he need any help. Den he told mi to search for the mini pastry and he will do the layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i step into the cold room itz was in disastorous state. No wonder gerald ask mi to find of the box. Thankz gerald!!! So much of a fwen. But den i was hoping nuthink happen in the cold room. BUt i was wrong. When i try to pull a box which is on the second level of the shelf,a whole bunch of bagutte(french loaves) fall on ma head.ARGH!!!.. it hurtz sia.. I thought tat was it but den when i was climbing the shelf to go reach the third level of the shelf, i slip and sad on the soup box. The cold room was slippery due to the ice on the floor... Haiz... It was so embarassing sia.. But still its was a great experience in the cold room!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On saturdae, i tot ma misery would be over. The whole dae when smoothly EXCEPT when i wanted to change ma shirt after werk in the cold room, i get ma fingers stuck on the cold room door and ma fren happily slammed the door for mie.. It was f*ckin; painful sia... I wanted to scold and f*ck her up n down. But den again she is ma fwen so i juz kept quiet ....Haiz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signin Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113738039540130859?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113738039540130859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113738039540130859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113738039540130859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113738039540130859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/01/cold-room-disaster.html' title='CoLd RooM DiSaSTER'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113673315779970937</id><published>2006-01-09T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:51:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey guess.. check diz out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5c8w36bncao" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113673315779970937?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113673315779970937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113673315779970937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113673315779970937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113673315779970937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113670038969795555</id><published>2006-01-09T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:52:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NiteZ oUT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;mi now doin nuthink so i decide to update.. Yesterdae i went out to town iqah n bought a jeans at bugis and a shirt at freshbox at far east. Actually i was deciding whether to buy tat shirt or a levi's shoe. But den the shoe cost about 60 buckz... ARGH!!! so at last i buy the shirt... Then we went to the lips store to buy for Hadi a burpdae gift.. We did not know wat to buy at first but at last we bought him a drunkenmunky t-shirt..&lt;br /&gt;After town, we went to the bbq and itz like alreadi 8+. By then we had met Amel at town. Then we proceed to Semb to meet khaty and Lenny.. N guess wat?.. they bought mi a watch for ma bdae gift... so swit.. hehe But den the bbq we didn't stay for long la..coz itz quite late .I thought wanna ton but den all the gurls wanna go home. So no point staying alone so i also went home bout 11+.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now itz sundae n sharul ask mi to cum down bishan but den the rain dun stops!!... ARGH!!... so bored....Haiz.. dun know wat to write more.. hehe..Adioz..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113670038969795555?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113670038969795555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113670038969795555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113670038969795555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113670038969795555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/01/nitez-out.html' title='NiteZ oUT...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113656257640313868</id><published>2006-01-07T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:53:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd JaNuary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;itz 3rd January... n Im turning 18.. haha... so happy but yet.. still not so excited as i am facing ma skewl reopens and exams cuming ... ARGH!!!!..... but den i still felt a lil comfort coz early in the morning i received a birthdae kiss from ma MUMMY... haha.. so swit rite... itz been ages i've been waiting for tat.. i only got tat once a year.. How i wish i could get tat every single dae?... haha.. But tat doesn't mean ma mum is not caring enough... but i guess her wae of thinking was tat once ya grown up,you dont need tat so much... Haiz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K back to ma luv story.. Itz over!!!.. no more love stories from mie.. Now i guess i will be sitting round and wait for ma prince to come and fetch mie.. hehe I guess tatz gonna be a long long tyme.. But wat to do.. Lyfe has to be unfair.. hehe.. I guess now mi gonna enjoy ma single lyfe to the max....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WwwOOOOooo.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore RagazzA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113656257640313868?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113656257640313868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113656257640313868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113656257640313868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113656257640313868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/01/3rd-january.html' title='3rd JaNuary...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113619909563964947</id><published>2006-01-03T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:53:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No MoRe DraMa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tired, tired of these drama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more, no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so tired, so tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken heart again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another lesson learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better know your friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or else you will get burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta count on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I can guarantee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I'll be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more pain (no more pain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more pain (no more pain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No drama (no more drama in my life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noone's gonna make me hurt again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a player fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go through ups and downs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nowhere and all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wouldn't be around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe I like the stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I was young and restless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there was long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna cry no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more pain (no more pain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more game (no more game messin with my mind)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No drama (no more drama in my life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nooone's gonna make me hurt again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more tears (no more tears, I'm tired of cryin everynight)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more fears (no more fears, I really don't wanna cry)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No drama (no more drama in my life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't ever wanna hurt again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing Of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FioRe Ragazza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://servedby.advertising.com/click/site=31999/bnum=1373041" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113619909563964947?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113619909563964947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113619909563964947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113619909563964947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113619909563964947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-more-drama.html' title='No MoRe DraMa'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113596193599816130</id><published>2005-12-31T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:53:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea2... mi knoe itz been long since i've updated ma blog.. been too bz lately la... actualli i gt tonnes of stories to tell but juz dun know where to start hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstly, i've been bz wit ma skewl thingy coz exams are comin so i try not to stress ma self up... but den i end up not studying for ma test coz there's like lots of topics i dun understand... so i need to buck up !!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea bout ma guy.. itz been week since he called mi... todae... he called mi .. i blow everithing to him... i'm freakin stress wit things at home.. n when i'm in need was he there for mi?.. NO!!.. tat makes mi real mad.. I felt as if i was being neglected... yea true some may sae tat i am not being reasonable coz he is doin his NS thingy... but i dun expect him to call mi everidae... once in 2 daez is it too much to ask??.. itz been a month since i met him.. wat does tat show?.. we were no more the loving couple we used to be... i realli missed those daez.. when i try to talk to him.. he saez i was being unreasonable... juz now i asked for a break off... i realli hate it living this waes... itz like i've been spending tyme wit ma frenz den him.... ma frenz pampered mi more than him...!!!.... Wat am i supposed to do??... juz now i burst it out n sae "I DUN LOVE U ANYMORE"... tat was the last words i sae to him ... but den i felt worst ...!! argh!!!.. but hearing his voice juz irritates mie... argh!!!!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lost..... i dun knoe wat am i supposed to do now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signin' off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113596193599816130?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113596193599816130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113596193599816130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113596193599816130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113596193599816130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/12/breaking-up.html' title='breaking up..'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113438965009703660</id><published>2005-12-12T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:54:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaTe It........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi realli feeling f*ck up in diz house... everything i did was wrong.. all the blame will end to me... ma 17th year s*ck ..... Y must they put mi in diz difficult situation.. i tend to show tat im happy on the outside but actualli in the inside im crying for help... y do they hate mi so much?.. i cant take it anymore... everytyme im at home, they will find something that is not right with me... y cant they give me peace for at least a dae.. That y i've been working n hanging out with ma fwenz for the past few weeks... I rather stay out than being at home... im stress in skewl as i cant cope wit the module n exams are cuming n then i thought home is a place that i can atleast rest ma mind.. But then it tends to get worse... Haiz.... I realli hope things will change......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing Out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FiOrE RaGaZZa... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113438965009703660?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113438965009703660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113438965009703660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113438965009703660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113438965009703660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-it.html' title='HaTe It........'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113370481215642177</id><published>2005-12-04T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:55:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz dropin by for an update.. mi juz got back from city hall. When out wit iqah. We planned to study at esplanade but end up we watch the show hehe... Mi not realli in great mood as juz now remy called mie.. He told mi he wanna mit up but den i told him i was at city hall, the most he could do was mit mi there .. But then i was wit iqah. Then i felt it was rude to leave her there alone as i was the one who asked her out. But then remy got fed up and startall his nonsense. Haiz... He said i treat him as a dog.. I dun get wat he meant.. I meant y must diz happen?.. Itz all nonsense.. Havin a guy is difficult. Aite.. i gonna tuck in .. So i update more somedae ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sIGNin Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FiorE rAgAzzA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113370481215642177?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113370481215642177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113370481215642177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113370481215642177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113370481215642177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeee.html' title='Yeee...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113319772367341253</id><published>2005-11-29T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:09:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BrOKeN ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey ya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Todae was a not so great dae for mua... Ive been sick for the past few daez.. I thought i will b okay by todae but then instead of getting better, it got worst! I hate bein sick and i also hate to take any medicine and i guess that what had got ma sickness from getting better to worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Itz like mondae bluez todae and i dun feel like goin to skool as i dun feel well and also i had no energy to wake up. So i guess i shall skip the 10 o'clock class and went for th 12pm one but instead i skip the whole day'z lesson.Den around noon i met khaty at yishun and we went town but den itz not so happening as usual but still we see wierd stuff happening round us.First we saw this plump gurl at the toilet, she was trying out her new clothes. Den she put it on and guess the funny part??.. When she puts on her new "jacket", she did not cut off the price tag . It was hangging at the bottom back of her "jacket" and she wore the "jacket" walking round town. Mi and khaty was like laughing our ass out. I dun tink she realised it or mayb she did it on purpose. Next we sat at the orchard mrt station staircase while waiting for lenny(khaty's guy) and we saw lots of different type of people such the "burnt mr potato chips" , the "killin lizard hair style" and lotz more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;While sitting there we talk n laugh den Hassan called mi n told mi to come to work. Den sadly i waited with khaty till bout 4:15+pm but den lenny still havent arrived yet. But den i realli got to go coz i dun wanna b late.. So i left khaty alone waiting...Sorie gurl dun mean to leave u but i got ta werk.... So the story ends with mi going to work ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sIGning OuT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;FiOre RaGaZZa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113319772367341253?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113319772367341253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113319772367341253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113319772367341253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113319772367341253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/11/broken.html' title='BrOKeN ...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113281307796145684</id><published>2005-11-24T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:55:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaZin about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz got back from ma sportz n Wellness thingy in skewl.. I've participated in touch rugby.. n todae was the 1st lesson that i went.. it was kinda cool actualli except the tagging part.. Itz realli hurt when the guys throws the ball at you or when they tag u.. I knew it as i experienced it juz now. The guys were quite violent though.. But itz still great.. HaHa.. bTW The most irritating part was getting dirt on ma shoes.. Itz been raining for the past few daez so the field aint dry yet.. n guess wat?.. I almost fall on ma butt!!! but i was saved as i quickly get hold of this guy whom i nvr talk to before.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay2 enough of the rugby thingy..Juz now there's also the creative thinking class . we were formed in teams of 4 n i was in the same group with yasmin, ken haris(nurul'ex) and another chinese guy. We were supposed to brainstorm some unusual. We came out with lots of funni ideas. haha... At The end of the class, i was rushing home.. n guess wat?... i left ma watch in the class... Haiz... it was one of ma favouritez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi now juz feeling tired and lazy as i will be working later..I was supposed to start work at 3 but den i told Hassan(duty manager) tat i cannot start at 3 coz i got skewl. But actualli i was juz plain tired coz i had not enough slip for the past few daez n now im like worn out.. Okay2 i guess i better get some rest b4 i had no more energy left for work later haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signin' Out&lt;br /&gt;FioRe RaGaZZa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113281307796145684?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113281307796145684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113281307796145684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113281307796145684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113281307796145684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/11/lazin-about.html' title='LaZin about...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113271644137939399</id><published>2005-11-23T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:56:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PrEttI gUrL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="girl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Girl (The Way)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty girl is suffering, while he&lt;br /&gt;confesses everythin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="girl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;g&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty&lt;br /&gt;soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's&lt;br /&gt;what you get for falling again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can&lt;br /&gt;never get 'em out of your headIt's the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;kisses you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's&lt;br /&gt;beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;that's what you get for falling again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can&lt;br /&gt;never get 'em out of your head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;that's what you get for falling again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can&lt;br /&gt;never get 'em out of your head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;kisses youIt's the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;kisses you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LovePretty girl, pretty girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty&lt;br /&gt;girl is suffering, while he confesses everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty&lt;br /&gt;soon she'll figure out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can&lt;br /&gt;never get 'em out of your head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;in your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;kisses you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he&lt;br /&gt;makes you fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signin' out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FiOre RaGaZZa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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='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-16636252.post-113266527989307769</id><published>2005-11-22T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:57:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LatesT UpdaTey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey there... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry itz been a while since i last update ma blog... its all due to the technical problem.. but now mi back on track... btw juz telling what im been up to lately...mi juz been a lil bz with ma own stuff and all sortz of problem tat corp up lately... Juz been wondering have i realli change.. as in for the better or worse?...ive juz been nagged by ma parentz.. i juz dun get it.. watever i did in this house is wrong.. if i dun talk they will sae im avoiding them but if i talk then they'll sae im noisy.. y must it b this wae..?.. im juz confused... okay. i guess that juz a small matter.. i dun have to make it big though..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you guys know that now is still hari raya.. This year is still great as i get to celebrate it wit ma secondary skewl fwenz. We actualli had a some sortz of reunion back haha. Those who went for the raya thingy are Khaty,NaDy,Faris,Saiful,Haiqal,Hadi,Manan,Din,Hanafi(Mokz),Syazwan,Raihan and Gaffur(Tua).The groups is not as huge as last year as some of them did a last min backup.. Itz rather irritating though.. But we dun mind as still had fun ...haha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belows are some of the pics we take on our trip...:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/13-11-05_1938.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RefLecTiON of Us.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/13-11-05_2017.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DiN,mOKz and HaIqAL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/13-11-05_2019.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ManAn, SaIfUl and SyazWan beIn a peePing Tom.. hahah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma house was kind of the last house that they went . After that Helmi called mi and told mi tat they wanted to come over ma house for hari raya .Helmi's group arrived bout 9pm. Itz quite late though. He came with Sharul, Idham and another guy whom i never met b4..Haha...Also we took some pics but itz not realli clear.. haha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/13-11-05_2149.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watz sTyLE OF pOSe was Tat?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/13-11-05_2151.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aitez tat'z all folkz...&lt;br /&gt;Adioz&lt;br /&gt;Fiore Ragazza&lt;br /&gt;&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/16636252-113266527989307769?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113266527989307769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113266527989307769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113266527989307769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113266527989307769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/11/latest-updatey_22.html' title='LatesT UpdaTey...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-113050845617130434</id><published>2005-10-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:57:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weeK b4 Raya.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz lyke onli 1 week left till Hari Raya... n guess wat?.. ma clothes is not ready yet..! Argh!!..n ma auntie told me that she cant get ma clothes to b ready on time.&lt;br /&gt;so i was blowing ma top yesterdae.. i didn't mean to be rude but every year itz the same story.. i been thru diz situation for lyke 3 yrs straight n itz getting on ma nerves... i juz hate it when hari raya comes n such thing happen.. i juz dont know how to express ma anger..Ma mum knew i was feelin f*ck up so she try to comfort mi by buying a ready made sets of clothes for hari raya.. Although i was a lil happi tat ma mum bought mi a new set of clothes still i was pissed off wit the incident.. haiz.. but there's nuthink i can do bout it... i juz need to keep ma mouth shut n pretended to b happi in front of ma auntie so that i wont hurt her feelings in anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz..&lt;br /&gt;Fiore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-113050845617130434?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/113050845617130434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=113050845617130434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113050845617130434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/113050845617130434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/10/week-b4-raya.html' title='A weeK b4 Raya.....'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-112999743736049445</id><published>2005-10-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:58:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaCk on ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hey mi back again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;todae iz lyke saturdae n itz lyke the first saturdae tat i did not went out wit ma fwenz.. todae i went to ma grandparentz house somewhere in chua chu kang coz ma grandparentz organise some family gathering due to the fasting month thingy.. i thought it was onli our family coz ma mum say tat onli our family will b there but den it was lyke full house when we reach there.. Being there at first thought was kinda bored as it was saturdae n i usualli spent ma tyme wit some other fwen outside... but den it was not so bad after all.. hehe.. i realli enjoy great feast hehe.. there was lyke variety of food being served. It was a realli BIG feast haha.. but den i did not ate alot as later as afraid i might b too lazy to go home coz OVER loadED haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;On ma wae back home ma x called mi.. Haiz.. wat more he wantz?.. He told mi he was going to get engaged soon.. den i went like so???.. i knew he was rather disappointed by ma reply but den wat am i supposed to sae?.. i didnt mean to hurt him or anythink but den y is he tellin mi all this?.. i thought between us been over like few yrs back..?? Haiz.. rather not think too much ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;OKay2... getting slippy knocking off soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;AdIoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;FiOrE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-112999743736049445?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/112999743736049445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=112999743736049445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/112999743736049445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/112999743736049445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-on.html' title='BaCk on ...'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-112939836914948700</id><published>2005-10-16T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:59:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FrEaKz out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey ya...&lt;br /&gt;mi juz got home from town wit sharul n helmi.. supposed to went out wit iqah todae.. but den as you guys knoe.. janji melayu tk pena tepat... so we went to town n sharul wanna buy a new cap as he lost his old cap. So his gonna make a new one but wit the same design.. So while the kakak at the Lips enterprise make the print on his cap, we went to look for seoul garden as they sae that eatin at seoul garden will make us realli full.. so we went to taka n look for the restaurant but unfortunately the restaurant was on renovation... Haiz... Next we headed to Bugis as helmi sae tat there's seoul garden in bugis... But again unfortunately it was not our dae as we need to arrange for reservation that will take bout an hour or so... So at last we gave up and we went back to town as later we need to collect sharul's cap... We went to taka to find some place to eat but den everywhere was packed.. At last we went to eat the roast chicken n mushroom fussili at coffee bean... I was veri full after tat.. i did not finish the pasta.. coz itz like too much...But at least itz nice ar... After eating, we went back to Far East Plaza to collect sharul's cap but den the shop was closed. Den we saw a sign which reads like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a118/Deligurl/Image018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But then the place where we were told to collect the cap was also closed HAHAHa..Den after all that i n helmi need to wait for sharul doin his buisness for quite sometime... Yea2 it was such a long dae.. but at least it was fun except for the part sharul's n helmi keep making mi shocked ! n keep poking ma head...! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Aite folkz.. mi preeti tired la... still got to werk 2morrow... oh ya.. bout sharul's cap, i need to follow him to the Lips enterprise 2morrow... Haiz... k2.... Ending it here...NiteY nitEz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz..&lt;br /&gt;FiOrE...&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/16636252-112939836914948700?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/112939836914948700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=112939836914948700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/112939836914948700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/112939836914948700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/10/freakz-out.html' title='FrEaKz out....'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-112935864275927092</id><published>2005-10-15T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:00:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....BloGGy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;hEy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;mi now at home juz sitting around waiting for ma mum to return so tat i can go out.. btw mi goin geylang later.. i dun know wat mi wanna do there but i guess itz betta den sittin at home ... yea.. i finalli gt ma blog in place. . b4 this, ma blog was without tag board .. thankz to the matrip sotong (helmi), he help mi out. hehe thankz ya.. okay2 mi got nuthink more to write.. update someotherdae hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;AdIoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;FiORe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-112935864275927092?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/112935864275927092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=112935864275927092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/112935864275927092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/112935864275927092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/10/bloggy.html' title='.....BloGGy.....'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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-16636252.post-112931138017330037</id><published>2005-10-15T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:00:20.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16636252-112931138017330037?l=fioreragazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/feeds/112931138017330037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16636252&amp;postID=112931138017330037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/112931138017330037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16636252/posts/default/112931138017330037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioreragazza.blogspot.com/2005/10/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>fiore ragazza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863388075655749677</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>
