<?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-5023396280475388270</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:16:48.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day is a Winding Road</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023396280475388270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dr.DramaQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503992982339169898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPRzg_fzHeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nXSPxt2qy7w/S220/DSC00091.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023396280475388270.post-4379048310657884639</id><published>2008-11-05T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:58:35.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Countdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0' width='385' height='500' id='Twilight Widget' align='middle' flashVars=''&gt;		&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='sameDomain' /&gt;	&lt;param name='flashVars' value='' /&gt;		&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='false' /&gt;		&lt;param name='movie' value='http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#000000' /&gt;	&lt;embed src='http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf' quality='high' bgcolor='#000000' width='385' height='500' name='Twilight Widget' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' allowFullScreen='false' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' &gt; 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(ok this part is probably arguable since i dont really know much about law in Mesir. still is illogical for me though.) then there's the part where the evil Bahadur, the real scumbag, testified! how did that Noura girl end up in his clutches after she has stayed with her parents? and then...dear sweet Maria had to die..but of what? no offence...but nosebleeds are just not chronic enough a symptom. in the end, the person i pitied most was Nurul! my dad and i actually concluded halfway through the movie that BOTH Maria and Aisha would die and Fahri will marry Nurul. hey, all the girls should get their chance right? so, Aisha will die after giving birth and Maria will die of the mystery illness that she died of. but, only the latter came true. so what was Nurul's part in the movie? just another girl who's head over heels for Fahri? then i thought maybe she would end up with Fahri's good friend Saiful (i think that's his name). she could've had a better ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, there are some parts of the movie that really moved me. i guess i finally understood the Ayat Ayat Cinta part of the whole movie. the language they used are so beautiful. i especially liked the part where Fahri and Maria were overlooking the waters and talked about jodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPhGgWBgd5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/X5aYpX7nmSY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258030086436714386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPhGgWBgd5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/X5aYpX7nmSY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kamu percaya jodoh Fahri? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Setiap orang memiliki jodohnya masing-masing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;itu yang kamu bilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aku pikir Sungai Nil dan Mesir itu jodoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seneng yah kalo kita bisa bertemu dengan jodoh yang diberikan Tuhan dari langit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fahri:&lt;/strong&gt; Bukan dari langit Maria tapi dari hati, dekat sekali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and another one when Maria was talking to Fahri at the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPhrB_jkhgI/AAAAAAAAABU/a9vZANE23g0/s1600-h/10079433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258070246939723266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPhrB_jkhgI/AAAAAAAAABU/a9vZANE23g0/s320/10079433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria&lt;/strong&gt;: Aku minta maaf bukan karna kesalahanku, tapi kebodohanku&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku baru ngerti&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;antara cinta dan keinginan untuk memiliki&lt;/span&gt;, tidak sama&lt;br /&gt;Maafin aku Fahri, Aisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hurm..so in conclusion, it wasn't entirely boring. just the funny illogical parts that i couldn't ignore. other than that, it's a lovely story. so if you haven't watched it yet, please do. maybe it's not exactly like the book but hey, no book adaptation is 100% the same anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023396280475388270-2194250008157418569?l=dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2194250008157418569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/ayat-ayat-cinta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023396280475388270/posts/default/2194250008157418569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023396280475388270/posts/default/2194250008157418569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/ayat-ayat-cinta.html' title='Ayat Ayat Cinta?'/><author><name>Dr.DramaQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503992982339169898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPRzg_fzHeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nXSPxt2qy7w/S220/DSC00091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPhlAX97GDI/AAAAAAAAABM/-xQbjNfBvss/s72-c/posteraac.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023396280475388270.post-1769120299039556331</id><published>2008-10-15T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:59:49.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at 21, my list of boyfriends is really quite short. actually, i don't even think u can call it a list coz there's just a couple of names on it! when i compare my non-existent love life to my friends', it really depresses me. i mean from all the typical teen love stories, TV series and even books, u atleast &lt;u&gt;meet&lt;/u&gt; the person that you're compatible with, 'the one' or your first love at a young age. either you fall in love straight or you'll take 20 years to realize your feelings. and then the whole drama revolves around how their love is doomed and it's them against the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whens it my turn? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the reason i'm writing this today is because of my recent experience. i don't think any of my friends knew about it until recently when it's all just too much to handle. get this, the last time he and I met was in 2006. it's been 2 years and finally, i'm getting over him. we weren't really a couple so like the popular Friendster status, 'It's complicated'. but seriously, i didn't think that it could be anything big or serious. i was probably just overwhelmed by the attention, not to mention how good-looking he is. i was happy..didn't believe how lucky i was to have met him. presentable, polite, quite rich too. he even dedicated the song Only One by Yellowcard to me and made sure that it's the ringtone for whenever he calls. i couldn't wait to show him off to my friends but just as i was about to, i found out what a player he really is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the thing that i don't get is, why me? a player in my definition should be with all those sexy cute girls that they'll want to show off to their friends right? girls that they'll want to take to parties and are proud to be holding hands with. and another thing that i don't get is why it's taken such a long time for me to just get over him. we didn't date much, just endless phone calls. we were not even in a real relationship but i made myself become the 'single but unavailable' girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me crazy, Call me blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To still be suffering is stupid after all of this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's been too long. so someone sweep me off my feet already! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/wXc4sUf/music/pODn_yyi/rihanna_cry/"&gt;Cry - Rihanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm not the type to get my heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm not the type to get upset and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'cause I never leave my heart open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never hurts me to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Relationships don't get deep to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never got the whole in love thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And someone can say they love me truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But at the time it didn't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My mind is gone, I'm spinning round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And deep inside, my tears I'll drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm losing grip, what's happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I stray from love, this is how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This time was different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I'm, in this condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I've, got all the symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did it happen when we first kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'cause it's hurting me to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe 'cause we spent so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I know that it's no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I should've never let you hold me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe why I'm sad to see us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't give to you on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can't figure out how you stole my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How did I get here with you, I'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I never meant to let it get so, personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After all I tried to do, stay away from loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm broken hearted, I can't let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I won't let it show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You won't see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This time was different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I'm, in this condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I've, got all the symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All my life...&lt;/span&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/5023396280475388270-1769120299039556331?l=dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1769120299039556331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023396280475388270/posts/default/1769120299039556331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023396280475388270/posts/default/1769120299039556331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/cry.html' title='Cry'/><author><name>Dr.DramaQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503992982339169898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPRzg_fzHeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nXSPxt2qy7w/S220/DSC00091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023396280475388270.post-37635867202896329</id><published>2008-10-14T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:00:54.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPSWBJJZAHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SnL7LgydKDc/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991611427553394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPSWBJJZAHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SnL7LgydKDc/s200/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at the mention of Twilight, i'm pretty sure that it you're a girl you'll most probably squeal with delight! first thing that will come to mind is, ofcourse the heartbreakingly romantic and extremely good looking Edward Cullen. (yeah sure, super cute, has immortality in his hands and oh, did i mention filthy rich? who in her right mind will not drool?) and second, the movie will be out in just a few short weeks! (27th November 2008 in Malaysia according to Cinema Online &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinema.com.my/news/news.aspx?search=2008.twilightchoke_2890"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.cinema.com.my/news/news.aspx?search=2008.twilightchoke_2890&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's interesting how this one word can be such a phenomenon suddenly when stephenie meyer decided to use it as the title of her first book. i mean before this, i wouldn't have even thought of using the word in my essay, let alone utter it in speech. still, the word somehow symbolizes mystery and secrets to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're a friend of mine then you probably already know of my love for vampires and all the supernatural stuffs. so here's the thing, i'm a big girl and still i can't seem to 'maturify' myself into reading adult novels about culture or politics. i guess it's just part of who i am already but what if one day, my patient asks me what book i'm reading and i say 'a vampire love story'. where's the maturity in that? what patient will want to listen to some deranged vampire-loving doctor? or, i could just shut up and say i don't read....haha that will be a better answer, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so twilight is another of my addiction. personally, i think the captivating storyline pretty much makes up for the bad writing. edward is just so 'wow', bella is so 'arggh!', jacob is really 'aww~' but sometimes 'eugh!'. so i read it for my self satisfaction..following Bella and Edward's journey. though i'm all for Bells and Edward, mind you i'm actually on Team Jacob! but that's another story..possibly and maybe another entry. laters!~&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/5023396280475388270-37635867202896329?l=dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/37635867202896329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023396280475388270/posts/default/37635867202896329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023396280475388270/posts/default/37635867202896329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight_14.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Dr.DramaQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503992982339169898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPRzg_fzHeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nXSPxt2qy7w/S220/DSC00091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPSWBJJZAHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SnL7LgydKDc/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023396280475388270.post-5018006940545835816</id><published>2008-10-14T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:01:16.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;helloo...&lt;br /&gt;so here's my first entry. greetings to you, reader who has 'fortunately' come across my blog. i always said that i will NEVER have a blog or post my thoughts online. what use is it to you what's on my mind..? but hey, it's a trend and also, i find that it's the easiest and fastest way for gossip to spread. i'm always the last to know of the latest happenings and events, kinda sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;okay back to me. so here i am, on my comfy mattress at P9 Putrajaya, writing nothing of significance whatsoever. seriously. xoxo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023396280475388270-5018006940545835816?l=dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5018006940545835816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023396280475388270/posts/default/5018006940545835816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023396280475388270/posts/default/5018006940545835816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr-dramaqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-time.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Dr.DramaQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503992982339169898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O668YNhbYzk/SPRzg_fzHeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nXSPxt2qy7w/S220/DSC00091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
