<?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-7444424475497372196</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:08:55.834+08:00</updated><category term='Lepas bosan'/><category term='Song'/><category term='Luahan Rasa'/><category term='Love Hurts'/><category term='Pujangga ku...........'/><category term='Akhirnya dapat Post'/><category term='Shoutout'/><category term='Sesi Pecah Otak II'/><category term='Hari yang menbencikan'/><category term='Muhasabah Diri'/><category term='Pain is Love'/><category term='Cetusan Rasa'/><category term='Corat Coret'/><category term='Cerita Pendek'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='My day..'/><category term='Halwa Telinga'/><category term='aktivitku.....'/><category term='My Review....'/><category term='hari hari ku yang BOSAN'/><category term='Ingin ku meluah'/><category term='Jalan jalan'/><category term='Saat ku bersedih'/><category term='Musico....'/><category term='Sesi Pecah Otak'/><category term='Minda berjalan'/><category term='Hari yang gelap'/><category term='The truth that i hate so much to know'/><category term='Tulis le apa je'/><category term='Coretan'/><category term='My story'/><category term='Watdafak..'/><title type='text'>Nikita Mokujo</title><subtitle type='html'>When love has spoken....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-2315287580977642869</id><published>2011-12-12T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:30:03.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan jalan'/><title type='text'>Lip Lap Lip Lap Sunway</title><content type='html'>Last night was my outing night with my deary Angel Anaida.. Yelah in a week I only got a chance once to indulge my self &amp; my little angel with food &amp; jalan2.. It was enjoyable night when you spend it with your love ones.. This time only my self &amp; Anaida only without a presence of my Incik Hubby.. Huhuhu&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZgAWluMSI6g/TuXXp1Fr-bI/AAAAAAAAARM/e73kEPKTPXg/s640/blogger-image--833365704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZgAWluMSI6g/TuXXp1Fr-bI/AAAAAAAAARM/e73kEPKTPXg/s640/blogger-image--833365704.jpg" /&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/7444424475497372196-2315287580977642869?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/2315287580977642869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=2315287580977642869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2315287580977642869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2315287580977642869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/12/lip-lap-lip-lap-sunway.html' title='Lip Lap Lip Lap Sunway'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZgAWluMSI6g/TuXXp1Fr-bI/AAAAAAAAARM/e73kEPKTPXg/s72-c/blogger-image--833365704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-5507297154975402632</id><published>2011-11-17T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:17:37.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watdafak..'/><title type='text'>Trouble Maker</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I feel I'm the trouble maker.. Really hard to please everyone when we have so many people to report... Gosh!! People please give me a break... I need to breath here!!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DFcrWpXCcvY/TsS1D9ORN3I/AAAAAAAAARE/ywsErMvCPMk/s640/blogger-image-1362595842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DFcrWpXCcvY/TsS1D9ORN3I/AAAAAAAAARE/ywsErMvCPMk/s640/blogger-image-1362595842.jpg" /&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/7444424475497372196-5507297154975402632?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/5507297154975402632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=5507297154975402632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5507297154975402632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5507297154975402632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/11/suddenly-i-feel-im-trouble-maker.html' title='Trouble Maker'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DFcrWpXCcvY/TsS1D9ORN3I/AAAAAAAAARE/ywsErMvCPMk/s72-c/blogger-image-1362595842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3555680533621768201</id><published>2011-10-30T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T14:58:18.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari ku..</title><content type='html'>Cantik kan... Hurmm mcm mana nak isi masa lapang ku hari ini&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jJJRUMvzHsQ/Tqz1iaMxTcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sA-ID4R7ML4/s640/blogger-image--1139677498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jJJRUMvzHsQ/Tqz1iaMxTcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sA-ID4R7ML4/s640/blogger-image--1139677498.jpg" /&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/7444424475497372196-3555680533621768201?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3555680533621768201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3555680533621768201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3555680533621768201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3555680533621768201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/10/hari-ku.html' title='Hari ku..'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jJJRUMvzHsQ/Tqz1iaMxTcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sA-ID4R7ML4/s72-c/blogger-image--1139677498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-6057001648440252575</id><published>2011-10-15T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T18:58:51.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biol</title><content type='html'>Fius putus cam Internet connectionrunaway lalala&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M060S1kfBns/TplnZq41n5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/puMOyURTVDQ/s640/blogger-image-808007848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M060S1kfBns/TplnZq41n5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/puMOyURTVDQ/s640/blogger-image-808007848.jpg" /&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/7444424475497372196-6057001648440252575?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/6057001648440252575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=6057001648440252575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6057001648440252575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6057001648440252575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/10/biol.html' title='Biol'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M060S1kfBns/TplnZq41n5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/puMOyURTVDQ/s72-c/blogger-image-808007848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-5030172982977141372</id><published>2011-10-11T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T14:03:31.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My story'/><title type='text'>Tidy Ur handwritten PLEASE!!</title><content type='html'>This is what happen.. Can it be read??&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D2SqmDQxyVg/TpPcMTy7Z-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/cbkAYw3oZyA/s640/blogger-image-199034327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D2SqmDQxyVg/TpPcMTy7Z-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/cbkAYw3oZyA/s640/blogger-image-199034327.jpg" /&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/7444424475497372196-5030172982977141372?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/5030172982977141372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=5030172982977141372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5030172982977141372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5030172982977141372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/10/tidy-ur-handwritten-please.html' title='Tidy Ur handwritten PLEASE!!'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D2SqmDQxyVg/TpPcMTy7Z-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/cbkAYw3oZyA/s72-c/blogger-image-199034327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-2048123811399220302</id><published>2011-10-10T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:57:49.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My day..'/><title type='text'>How I spent my weekends</title><content type='html'>This whole week is my 1st tym kerja 5 days a week so kebetulan my BF Turun Dari Sabah juga.. Ronda2 Kotaraya la even banyak kali sesat.. Dipendekkan citer banyak ler benda yg kitorang borakkan termasuklah citer Si Pakcik yg busy nak kawin. Alhamdulillah takkan nak pegang title bachelor 4ever kan. Anyway congrats my fren .. U have choose a correct decision.. Sunday plak layan kucing2 Kat Pyramid... Seronok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2_umKPWBPYY/TpL523BbeMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Aam8inkBty4/s640/blogger-image-1878636342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2_umKPWBPYY/TpL523BbeMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Aam8inkBty4/s640/blogger-image-1878636342.jpg" /&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/7444424475497372196-2048123811399220302?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/2048123811399220302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=2048123811399220302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2048123811399220302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2048123811399220302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-i-spent-my-weekends.html' title='How I spent my weekends'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2_umKPWBPYY/TpL523BbeMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Aam8inkBty4/s72-c/blogger-image-1878636342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-2811564775226066709</id><published>2011-09-09T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:18:42.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luahan Rasa'/><title type='text'>Aku sedih .. Hati menangis</title><content type='html'>Entah how should express my feeling. This week I was introvert from my surrounding.. Don't know perhaps my heart hurts and cried... But I need to be strong and I can't be weak for him.. Well I'm a good pretender afterall.. Hide my cry and shows my laugh... Seriously I need a shoulder to cry... Really a good cry but I know tis is for a good result. Be strong Nicky even it's too risky grab all the chances. I know you've been a strong contender. Stand still for tis one and surpass all you fear for you love one... God willing all the dark clouds will slowly drifted... I guess tis the challenge in lifeMy Incik Hubby... I know you are strong and we can survive tis path together... Hopefully the operation will end with a good result as you been suffer for a long time...I really can't express my feeling in front of you as I need to be strong mentally and emotion...don't worry I will smile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-2811564775226066709?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/2811564775226066709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=2811564775226066709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2811564775226066709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2811564775226066709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/09/aku-sedih-hati-menangis.html' title='Aku sedih .. Hati menangis'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-8931595739663827235</id><published>2011-08-15T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:42:27.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puasa... Terawih.... Moreh..Cinta</title><content type='html'>Ramadan Kareem menjengah lagi tp dugaan Kali ni agak berbeza sikit Dari tahun2 sebelumnyer... Hurmm dlm tak sedar insyallah Dah 15hari org berpuasa... Sebut jer Bulan Puasa pasti buatku senyum sendiri... Banyak kenangan bulan yg mulia ni dengan diriku almaklumla budak hostel.. pahit, manis, masam &amp; masin semua ya boleh dirasa. Agaknya tym student lagi aku ni mmg Ada masalah ngan anger tp tak perasan.Well kita sambung pasal kenangan bulan Puasa ni.. So macam biasalah budak hostel adalah merupakan org2 pelengkap Saf bila tiba masanya tuk Terawih. Wajib termasukla student Perempuan kecuali bila keadaan tak mengizinkan. Kalau tak demerits la.. So ahli rasmi adalah diriku... Dlm tempoh berpuasa tu.. Kiranya aku Dah Ada confirm petak and penanti &amp; peneman setiap Malam balik Dari Masjid. Mulanya tidak person tp bila Dah kawan2 sibuk bertanya pergi ngan sepa.. Balik ngan sepa... Sibuk pulak Ada org ckp jalan berpimpin tangan tym lintas jalan... Macam2la... Aku?? Mcm biasa buat tak tahu... Entahlah nak Kat aku naive pasal cinta tak juga tp lebih kepada malas nak amik port lgpn manat tu 2 tahun muda Dari aku.. Kira junior aku la. Cuma dia tinggi macam galah so aku nampak macam dwarf.. End up gossip tu hilang macam tu jer.. Seriously aku rind Saat tu sbb dia baik &amp; yg penting my safety is secure.. rindu bila ingat balik..okla aku sambung later. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-8931595739663827235?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8931595739663827235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=8931595739663827235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8931595739663827235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8931595739663827235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/08/pj.html' title='Puasa... Terawih.... Moreh..Cinta'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-8415483812401887432</id><published>2011-06-25T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:40:54.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luahan Rasa'/><title type='text'>My worst nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7GTSSJDe3I/TgTMBvN96xI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DDckirW0m0w/s1600/no+min+woo+%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7GTSSJDe3I/TgTMBvN96xI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DDckirW0m0w/s320/no+min+woo+%25288%2529.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepat pukul 12 malam sebentar tadi bertambah dah satu lagi angka dalam hidupku...tapi this year agak berbeza sikit...takde birthday wishes...huhuh drg dah lupakan aku...I'm invincible... jadinya aku sendiri lak mengingati aku nyer big day... Teringat time sekolah dulu..aku bleh layan lagu birthday sorang sorang and wish birthday tuk diri sendiri. Down sangat tym tu.....but the next day nyer kat assemble area tym balik aku dapat hadiah yg terbaek nyer...kawan2 buat aksi siram kat aku...End up orang tersayang pandang dari jauh..tak basah and tak mampu nak selamatkan dah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So malam ni aku tak nak down gak....walau aku belum sampai ke tahap wish tuk diri sendiri tapi aku berharap dia tahu and notice that today is my big day...tp hampeh....so I guest to celebrate my day by my self is not that bad...I'm a loner after all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-8415483812401887432?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8415483812401887432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=8415483812401887432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8415483812401887432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8415483812401887432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-worst-nightmare.html' title='My worst nightmare'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7GTSSJDe3I/TgTMBvN96xI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DDckirW0m0w/s72-c/no+min+woo+%25288%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7759499542190741662</id><published>2011-05-25T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:23:09.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuse</title><content type='html'>Assalam...Malam ni aku tgh try blogging guna my fon. Lepas ni korang nampak ler blog ni rajin berupdate yerLagipun Dah lama sgt tak blogwalking melawatRakan2 seperjuangan. Tp yg pastinya Aktiviti menulis dpt la juga diteruskan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7759499542190741662?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7759499542190741662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7759499542190741662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7759499542190741662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7759499542190741662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-excuse.html' title='No Excuse'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7762469194486644993</id><published>2011-05-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:26:44.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingin Ku bercerita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBXl7Jxxpp4/TdUokTjwEdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/my_pAqqOA1k/s1600/writing.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBXl7Jxxpp4/TdUokTjwEdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/my_pAqqOA1k/s1600/writing.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dah banyak kali ku katakan pada diri sendiri...ok boleh la tulis lagi la...tp end up semuanya tertangguh, semuanya terbengkalai...bila la agakanya masa itu akan datang bila aku dapat meluangkan masa tuk ini....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7762469194486644993?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7762469194486644993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7762469194486644993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7762469194486644993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7762469194486644993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/05/ingin-ku-bercerita.html' title='Ingin Ku bercerita'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBXl7Jxxpp4/TdUokTjwEdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/my_pAqqOA1k/s72-c/writing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-6745220267782716294</id><published>2011-05-08T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T09:29:04.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Princess and Happy Mother's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i35zGVtzmLk/TcXxKpckXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OlQ4L9ZZNME/s1600/lake_moraine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i35zGVtzmLk/TcXxKpckXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OlQ4L9ZZNME/s320/lake_moraine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Assalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dah lama rasanya tak menjenguk my fav walking dairy ni. Yalah wanita yang berkarier memang busy la katakan. Too make it brief and short, it's kind of too late for me to wish my baby gurl happy birthday. So It's a belated wishes for your birthday my darling love...It's been 4 years already and 9 month to be exact that she's attach with me.....from the womb till now grown up as bright little princess. Walau ada kalanya me and my husband too preoccupied with our works, we don't want her to be left behind....mama so proud of you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Since today is the celebration of all the mother's in the words....my greatest gift of all is to have you and to have your every morning greeting "I love you mama" as my best remedy and medicine to make through my daily life....Love my darling princes...Mama &amp;amp; Papa always love you...zutto!!! zutto!!! aisheteru....Sarang Chukahamnida........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-6745220267782716294?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/6745220267782716294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=6745220267782716294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6745220267782716294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6745220267782716294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-princess-and-happy.html' title='Happy Birthday Princess and Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i35zGVtzmLk/TcXxKpckXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OlQ4L9ZZNME/s72-c/lake_moraine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-5414467000876141749</id><published>2011-03-27T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:07:29.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>張洪量 - 妳知道我在等妳嗎</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1cWCzx0TYuw?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar lagu ni teringat tym high skol dulu...aku dah lama demam asian artis compare ngan barat except Keanu Reeves. Sanggup simpan duit belanja sekolah semata2 nak beli chinese mag yg banyak citer and gambar artis ni pastu lekat kat dinding bilik....Ish kira fanatik gak lak...Thanks to my mom coz until now still simpan my collection of this mag and poster....Peminat Kipas susah mati...hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-5414467000876141749?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/5414467000876141749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=5414467000876141749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5414467000876141749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LV2Vb2M_Vnk?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;[Dream High Concert110301] Kim Soo Hyun - Dreaming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-8144159139136540076?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8144159139136540076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=8144159139136540076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8144159139136540076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8144159139136540076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/03/enjoy-my-melody-of-heart.html' title='Enjoy my melody of heart....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LV2Vb2M_Vnk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7997222981789135155</id><published>2011-02-13T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:24:54.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream.High OST:IU-someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VrDl_bOIQMM?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Eonjengan i nunmuri meomchugil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Eonjengan i eodumi geodhigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Ttaseuhan haetsari i nunmureul mallyeojugil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Jichin nae moseubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Jogeumsshik jigyeoweojineun geol neukkimmyeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Dabeorigo shipjyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Himdeulge jikkyeoodeon kkumeul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Gajin geotbodaneun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Bujokhan geoshi neomunado manheun ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Neukkyeojil ttaemada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Darie himi pullyeoseo na jujeoanjyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Eonjengan i nunmuri meomchugil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Eonjengan i eodumi geodhigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Ttaseuhan haetsari i nunmureul mallyeojugil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Gwaenchanheul georago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Nae seuseuroreul wirohamyeo beotineun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Haruharuuga nal jogeumsshik duryeobge mandeulgo OH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Nareul mideurago ~OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Malhamyeonseodo midji mothaneun naneun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Ije eolmana deo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Orae beotil su isseul ji moreugesseoyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Kidarimyeon eonjengan ogetji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Bami gireodo haeneun tteudeushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Apeun nae gaseumdo eonjengan da natgetji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Nal ijen dowajugil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Haneuri jebal dowajugil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Na honjaseoman igyeonaegiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Jeomjeom deo jashini eopseojyeoyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Eonjengan (eonjengan) i nunmuri meomchugil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Eonjengan i eodumi geodhigo (i eodumi geodhigo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Ttaseuhan (ttaseuhan) haetsari i nunmureul mallyeojugil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;(i nunmureul mallyeojugil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Kidarimyeon eonjengan ogetji (Someday, Someday~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Bami gireodo haeneun tteudeushi (haeneun tteudeushi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Apeun nae gaseumdo eonjengan da natgetji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;(eonjengan da natgetji i~YEAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Eonjengan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Eonjengan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7444424475497372196-7997222981789135155?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7997222981789135155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VrDl_bOIQMM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7375611787040039125</id><published>2011-01-02T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:47:09.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Pendek'/><title type='text'>My Heart is calling U ....Kisah Cinta kami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR9R9k-YnYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Px4533ZC48Y/s1600/i_love_you__i_love_you_not____by_ohbradley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR9R9k-YnYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Px4533ZC48Y/s320/i_love_you__i_love_you_not____by_ohbradley.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sengaja aku memilih tajuk Cinta sekali lagi malam ni. Yalah bersempena kan anniversary kami biarlah aku beromantis romantis sket dalam Diari berjalan ku ni. Walau hidupku ni kekadang kusut sket sebab macam minah terencat ada ketika menangis gumbira bila mana segala jenis X YZ nyer berkahwin,....bertunang dan menemui kebahagiaan masing masing di update dlm Blog Merah Hitam ni namun cinta ku tetap utuh untuk My Mister Superman...(&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;erkss sebab dia giler bangat ngan Tom Welling...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;). Dalam orang sibuk sibuk menukar background blog aku masih setia mengekalkan background ni...Bukan apa Black &amp;amp; REd warna kegemaran my Baby and Anime pulak ada ke"gila"an ku. Berbalik pada citer kitorang yang aku akan ingat buat selama lamanya dan tidak akan jemu untuk mengimbas serta menceritakan pada anak cucu cicit insyallah jika di Izinkan Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/md/md027.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku masih ingat masa tu aku baru saja menemui kegagalan dalam percintaan yang meninggalkan impak yang boleh dikira teruk gak. Namun aku bukan insan yang lemah kerana cinta. Walau pada mulanya aku frust menonggeng, 3 bulan macam mayat hidup kalau skeleton makmal nampak confirm tak mengaku sedara..seb baiklah. Ntah macam mana aku menemui "spark" dalam hidup untuk terus berjuang demi diri sendiri. Peluang pekerjaan Di Rantau orang ku sambut baik. Aku tekad. aku harus lupuskan sikap negatif untuk kebaikan diri sendiri..Ku tinggalkan tanah Kelahiran dengan rasa berat hati. Tepat 27Feb2002 pukul 8pm aku menginjak kaki ke bumi Semenanjung. Walaupun bukan pertama kali perasaan canggung tetap ada. Manatah aku jenis yang tak suka bercakap banyak di pertemuan pertama...&amp;nbsp; Jadinya aku terasing antara mereka mereka yang sibuk bertukar cerita dan pengalaman. Aku lebih suka memerhati dan mendengar...Ya Itulah karaktor diriku. Susah nak ku buang sifat sifat yang sering disalah tafsir sebagai sombong oleh mereka mereka yang pertama kali mengenali diriku....oh ya kita kembali ke kisah percintaan kami...Intro panjang sangat so kita Fast forward jelah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Detik Pertemuan.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/b/b01.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali pertama aku menemui dirinya- dalam lift....Dia peramah...senyum pada semua orang dan menegur sapa sesiapa saja yang ada ketika itu. Pada sisiku ku pula lain ceritanya...hatiku mula bermonolog sendiri..." banyak cakap plak si Muka panjang ni. Hahahaha...memang orang kesayanganku ini paras mukanya agak panjang sket..Dia lengkap berbaju hitam... tersenyum manis sambil di tangannya mengangkat tray berisi makanan yang dipesan oleh tetamu hotel....(&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harks...sekali lagi lupa bagitau lak kami kerja di Sebuah Hotel 5 bintang... :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) Begitulah pertemuan pertama kami. My first impression for him is not that good...Well that time so many rumors about his department. So being in that department automatically memberikan impresi diri yang negatif...Satu lagi he got rabbit tooth !!!saya suka....tapi benda ni hanyalah di perasankan bila kami start kuar date....Setelah tu Image lelaki yang peramah ni hilang dalam duniaku...Aku sibuk menjadi penyambut tetamu hotel yang pentingkan ketrampilan diri sempurna. Dia memang selalu Invisible dari penglihatan ku...entah mungkin cinta tidak muncul untuk kami berdua walau sering bertemu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosip Cinta &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/b/b02.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa berlalu dengan cepat, hampir 6 bulan aku sudah berkhidmat di situ namun hatiku masih tertutup unttuk berchenta lagi. Yelah Mana taknyer aku pernah melalui peristiwa di maki hamun di telpon oleh gurlpren sorang kawan ni ingat aku nak kebas boypren dia. Apalagi aku pun bagi lah ceramah free kat Minah Psiko tu. Pastu Sebulan dua juga aku tak bertegur sapa ngan boypren dia. Last minute dia datang jumpa aku minta maaf...alasannya tak nak approach aku bila masa tu terjadi kerana dia malu....and dia takut kene tempelak ngan aku...adakah ka??? nasib baek kawan. Alhamdullilah kami masih kawan skunk and Minah Psiko tu kena tinggal. Siapa suruh cemburu buta gila babai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m200.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pastu ada gak dua mamat ni cuba tuk memasang jerat percintaan kat aku tapi aku ala ala jinak jinak merpati..Takut kisah lama berulang lagi. So better jadi kawan dari kekasih. Nanti aku yang gigit jari. Entah lah aku ni jenis yang memang heartless ker apa aku pun tak tahu. Atau aku memang lembab cam siput bab bak isi hati...kulit perut orang. Mamat tu berabis gak memetik bunga2 untuk di jadikan ayat2 cinta tapi aku yang buat derk.....Kalau di ingat macam aku ni kejam sangat. Di tambah peristiwa masam manis juga berlaku di dalam lift bila ada kumpulan kakak2 housekeeping memboikot aku konon2 aku ni kaki perampas. Tapi yang the best part, time diorang dok sibuk kutuk kutuk aku secara terang terangan ni aku relaks jer and buat tak tahu...So ends up kakak kakak ni makan hati. Kenapa aku buat derk?? Meh sini aku bagitau&lt;br /&gt;1. Mereka salah kutuk orang...&lt;br /&gt;2. Yang merampas tu sorang lagi kawan aku kat Front Office muka ala2 sebijik tapi aku tinggi sket &amp;amp; cute sket ...hehehe perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;3. Aku tak rasa pape sebab tym tu aku tak dengar pun apa diorang cakap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurmm sampai macam tu sekali tertutupnya diriku pada anasir2 luar ni. Aku bisukan telinga and butakan mata pada alam sekeliling. Tapi akhirnya diorang tau gak yang dorang dah salah kutuk orang....Saya dah maafkan wahai kakak kakak Housekeeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m017.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kisah kami berdua &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/cz/cz03.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takdir memang sengaja menduga kami berdua. Sekali lagi kami bertembung di pertemuan yang "awkwards" kata Mat Salleh..Masa tu aku bertugas shift malam. So faham faham jelah yer kalau orang bertugas malam ni. Keadaannya cam Free N Easy sket berbanding kalau bekerja di siang hari. Dia seperti biasa tersenyum. Bibirnya akan menguntumkan senyuman. Tapi malangnya senyuman itu bukan untuk ku tapi untuk teman sekerja. Gossip cinta antara mereka juga telah banyak kedengaran di setiap penjuru hotel tu. Apa taknyer kawan aku yang sorang ni mencanangkan satu dunia yang mamat ni syok giler kat dia..Aku pandang gelagat pasangan bercinta ni tanpa apa apa rasa....Biarlah mereka berchenta yang penting temanku ini tidak mempermainkan perasaan si Mamat muka panjang ni...Pernah teman teman lain bertanya pada kawanku ini apa sebenarnya perasaan dia pada si Mamat ni...dia cuma tersenyum. Indahnya dilamun asmara kan.....Tapi&amp;nbsp; dari sisi teman2 si jejaka banyak yang kurang bersetuju dengan alasan si gadis cuma ingin menjadikan si jejaka supir untuk dia ke sana ke mari...Wallahualam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertemuan seterusnya terjadi sekali lagi...Si jejaka menjemput si gadis untuk pergi ke tempat kerja. Kebetulan kami masih di shift yang sama...Dengan megahnya si gadis menjeritkan namaku dan seorang lagi teman yang kini berada di Kota London untuk turut sama menumpangkan kami berdua...Walau dalam berat hati aku menurut juga....rezeki jangan di tolak... sepanjang dalam isi kereta aku hanya dapat mendengar gelak tawa dan cerita mereka berdua. Kami seolah olah invisible bagi si pak supir... Kawan aku yang sorang ni apa lagi suka la...dia jadi Queen of the Heart...Aku sekali lagi menutupkan telinga...malas nak dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya detik pertemuan kami jadi seperti itu....hambar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR9Tvd50U_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/QyJcDGZtTx8/s1600/cinta_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR9Tvd50U_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/QyJcDGZtTx8/s320/cinta_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adakah cinta di antara kita &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku rasakan diriku tatkala dengan team FO dulu banyak sangat sign contract keje malam....Sebab pertemuan demi pertemuan asyik time kitorang keje malam...Berbulan berlalu...kurang dari 2 bulan lagi kami akan menutup tirai 2002....banyak pengalaman yang ku timba baik dan buruk...Kawan aku yang konon2 ala kapel ngan mamat muka panjang tu kaki Spedo...dia jenis kikis orang. Dia resign dari hotel dengan alasan dapat better offer....tapi ramai yang cakap nak cover line....rahsia dah pecah. Lantak dia la janji happy. So kita fast forwardkan lagi citer ni... Kali ni memang pasal kitorang berdua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak silap masa tu dah penghujung Oct. Aku keje malam ngan seorang teman lelaki yang ala ala lembut dan ayu. Setiap malam kejenyer asyik nak makan jer. Mangsa utama budak2 F&amp;amp;B la... So tak sangka mamat Muka Panjang ni pun keje Malam... Setiap malam dia akan bagi macam2 food termasuk Pringles...Dia siap cakap kat mamat lembut ni yang pringles ni untuk aku...so no share2...dipendekan citer...dek kerana cerdik akal Cik Saodah ni aka si Mamat lembut ni dia setkan date untuk kitorang...masih ingat lagi kata2nyer...ala nok ko single dia pun single ..pegi jelah.... aku mula mula tak ambil pot sangat apa yang dia rancangkan cos aku tau Love was not for me and I'm not ready...So aku letakkan syarat Si Saodah ni kene ikut sekali kalau ni gi tengok wayang. Sori aku nak pergi sorang sorang...So dia pun mula la akal panjangnya mengenakan kitorang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gagal Lagi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Love quote" border="0" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm57/jasonlongok/turqblkspectro.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hari yang dijanjikan tiba....tapi cuaca dan keadaan bagai tak mengizinkan pertemuan tu...Hujan turun dengan lebatnya...Aku??? terlajak tidur...Sedar sedar jer dah pukul 7pm...Lantas dengan rasa bersalah aku call mamat muka panjang ni yelah si Saodah siap bagi kitorang tukar2 nombor...Talian berjawab... "awak sorry saya tertidur tadi...next time jelah. Awak tak beli tiket wayang lagi kan?? soalku.. Tak pe lagipun saya baru bangun tidur jer...Nasib baik...Ok la jumpa awak kat tempat keje...Sengaja aku mematikan talian Fon..takde modal nak bercakap. Lagipun aku tak pernah cakap ngan dia apatah bertemu empat mata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas tu percubaan demi percubaan dia buat oleh Saodah untuk&amp;nbsp; memastikan kami ni jadi kapel seperti mana dalam perkiraanya. Hinggalah ke suatu hari kebetulan aku ingin ke Desa Petaling pada ketika itu..So si Mamat ni dengan hati yang baik menawarkan diri untuk menghantarkan aku ke Destination tersebut. Walau berat hati untuk mengatakan ya...aku mengangguk...Lewat petang kami menuju ke DP...namun sebelum ke sana si Mamat ni buat pit stop jab dekat Middle Valley. Katnyer nak singgah beli barang....So aku pun tak cakap apa la...dah adat menumpang...Sesampai kami di sana...dengan selumbernyer dia meletakkan tangannya di bahu kiriku....Aik ni ambil kesempatan ni... Aku dengan automatic memberikan pandangan tajam pada si mamat ni. Dia tersenyum... Sori saya takut awak hilang...dah ler kecik ...terangnya..Pergh!! alasan bodoh...aku tarik muka sampai kami ke Desa Petaling....Pas kejadian tu kami jadi senyap jap.....Erk.. aku alah ngan mamat mamat yang test market pada pertemuan pertama ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gagal lagi ker???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/ch/ch032.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak peristiwa tu kami jarang bertemu. Dengar dari kawan dan Saodah dia training Bomba seminggu. Ooo tu jer jawapan dari mulutku...Teman baikku aka&amp;nbsp; bestpren mengajak ke Qbar tuk ladies night..heheh jangan korang tak tahu aku pun bleh tahan gah...Yelah tujuan ku ke sana adalah untuk menari...aku gila menari babe...but no alcohol and nicotine please...Lemas aku. Tak di sangka aku bertemu dirinya di situ. Agak janggal juga pertemuan kami tu. Tapi aku gagahkan diri untuk memberikan senyuman.Tapi aku salute habis dia malam tu..akal jahat bebudak lelaki yang lain untuk membuat Human feast. Dengan aku sorang yang masih waras plus dua sahabatku yang dah jadi drunkard...aku gagahkan diri menngapproach nyer...Sorry awak bleh tak tolong hantar kitorang pulang...Kawan saya yang sorang tu dah mabuk teruk. Dia mengangguk. Bila ku pandang, hanya Coke dan rokok yang menjadi peneman dirinya. Ooo dia pun tak minum gak...Tunggu jap saya nak bagitau Si T dulu. Pastu dengar gak bunyi pujukkan kecil antara dia dan si teman yang dah mabuk gila. Tiba tiba dia datang padaku dengan muka yang bengang. Jom!!! aku diam Speechless!!! apa jadi??? &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Lantaklah yang penting kami selamat sampai ke rumah. The next day nyer jer aku dapat tau yang salah seorang teman diorang nak bawa kitorang ni jadi teman tidurnya..Ingat ni "Sleeping Dictionary" ker? bodoh betul. Hello Mister....kawan2 aku mungkin dah mabuk tak sedarkan diri tapi aku masih boleh buat langkah silat tau...Selepas kejadian tu pandangan aku padanya berubah...Tapi Cupid belum strike arrow lagi ke jantung aku cuma dup dap dup dap jer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SMS oh SMS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/k/k017.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari dia ku mendapat tahu dia balik kampung pastu berkursus bomba selama seminggu. Patut pun lama tak nampak...Tulisku pada salah satu SMS kami...Yer lepas kejadian malam tu kami rajin menghantar berita melalui SMS. Setiap hari without fail. Sampaikan orang kat Training camp tu pun dah tahu siapa punya Phone berbunyi...Ni mesti Si Nicky la tu...Itulah hari hari ayat yang kuar dari mulut mereka. Aku ?? masa tu aku sendiri belum pasti samada aku "terjatuh cinta ngan" mamat Muka panjang ni ker atau tak. Tapi aku sangat2 menyukai tindak tanduknyer ketika itu. Setiap hari mesti ada saja mukanya menanti diriku di Loading bay. Setiap hari pasti ada saja penanti setia yang tidak pernah jemu menanti kehadiranku. Aku jatuh cinta pada dirinya tanpa sedar. Cuma yang pasti kalau dia tidak kelihatan aku akan rindu...risau terkadang seolah nafas pun tersekat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Benci Tapi Rindu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/k/k016.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah Cinta kami bermula dari saat benci dan bertukar menjadi seperti si Pungguk rindukan bulan. Setiap hari semakin dalam. Aku mengenali dirinya hampir sembilan tahun..4 tahun percintaan dan 5 tahun usia perkahwinan...Masih ku ingat lagi waktu mula mula dulu dia mengajak kawin aku buat endah tak endah cos padaku apa ertinya perjanjian atas kertas. Banyak sangat contoh2&amp;nbsp; negatif akibat institusi kekeluargaan dan perkahwinan. Jangan salahkan aku sebab aku pernah mengalami kegagalan hubungan percintaan yang teruk...bukan sekadar bercinta tapi bertunang..Namun dia tidak pernah putus asa untuk menyakinkan ku&amp;nbsp; akan keindahan sebuah ikatan jika diakhiri dengan perkahwinan yang suci murni. Akhirnya pada penghujung tahun 2005 kalau tak silap masa tu dalam bulan 5 @ 6 aku dengan yakinnya membalas ajakkan setelah sekian lama dengan perkataan.."Jom Kahwin". Dia mula mula ingat aku sekadar bergurau almaklumla setiap kali isu ini dibangkitkan aku jadi macam runaway bride..Cold feet semacam...tapi sekali lagi aku katakan padanya benda yang sama. Dia mulanya terkejut dan the following month kami berkursus kahwin...selepas itu proses berlaku cepat secepatnya masa berlalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Knew I Love You...... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/Love/?action=view&amp;amp;current=What_Is_Love.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/Love/What_Is_Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tepat 01 Jan 2006, dengan sekali lafaz aku menjadi Isteri seorang lelaki yang tidak pernah putus asa menerima kekurangan ku ....keegoaan ku....kegilaanku dengan hati terbuka. Aku menitis air mata dalam diam...yelah takut makeup cair....Entah apakah yang harus aku katakan... Terima Kasih Sayang kerana tidak pernah penat untuk mencintai diriku yang terlalu banyak kekurangannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 April 2007...lahirnya permata hati kami...seorang baby gurl yang tangkas dan nakal. Dengan keberatan pada masa itu 3.84kg...dia selamat dilahirkan melalui proses Cesarean. Kini kasih sayang kami semakin membesar menjadi seorang budak perempuan yang comel dan bijak...AMIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang....aku tak pernah jemu untuk terus dan terus mencintai dirimu...sebab hanya dirimu seorang mampu membuatkan minah tak berhati perut ni ada perasaan...more human and my Heart is always calling your name...only your name because inside my heart there's a stone that I've already engrave you name and will be forever kept deep down inside.....Love you sayang and Happy Anniversary...&lt;a href="http://s430.photobucket.com/albums/qq24/imjohna/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20100202_nodame04_resize.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="anime" border="0" src="http://i430.photobucket.com/albums/qq24/imjohna/20100202_nodame04_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7375611787040039125?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7375611787040039125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7375611787040039125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7375611787040039125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7375611787040039125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-heart-is-calling-u-kisah-cinta-kami.html' title='My Heart is calling U ....Kisah Cinta kami'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR9R9k-YnYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Px4533ZC48Y/s72-c/i_love_you__i_love_you_not____by_ohbradley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4424345064162969126</id><published>2011-01-01T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:12:38.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010</title><content type='html'>Kurang dari 20 minit is officially my wed anniversary. Every year acaranya tetap sama and this year also tak terkecuali. Takde wishes takde suprises. I'm alone. Cuma yang bezanya tis year kami ada pre wedding anniversary celebration yang mana aku bertindak sebagai organizer and hadiah yang agak grand. So every year macam ni. Aku pun tak tahu sampai bila aku akan bertahan untuk alone dalam moment2 sebegini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR375-OF68I/AAAAAAAAAPc/cxn0tOMvMXI/s1600/wedding-anniversary-songs-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR375-OF68I/AAAAAAAAAPc/cxn0tOMvMXI/s320/wedding-anniversary-songs-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tapi tidak bererti aku tidak memahami kerjayanya. Disebabkan kefahaman ini aku dapat bertahan selama 5 tahun. Angka ni tak termasuk tahun2 percintaan kami. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR387OdL67I/AAAAAAAAAPk/s4kaDuUlWX8/s1600/Mary-Stayed-Out-All-Night19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR387OdL67I/AAAAAAAAAPk/s4kaDuUlWX8/s320/Mary-Stayed-Out-All-Night19.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Namun aku tahu dia bukan sengaja tapi kami berdua mangsa keadaan. Pastinya dirinya juga ingin menyambut anniversary kami berdua dalam suasana romantik.....berjalan sambil berpegangan tangan....candle light dinner di tepi pantai sambil dihiasi pancaran bunga api....tapi apa nak buat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR3-Ic1Y_dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X3pMEqpvuRE/s1600/image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR3-Ic1Y_dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X3pMEqpvuRE/s320/image.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Anniversary Sayang&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4424345064162969126?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4424345064162969126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4424345064162969126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4424345064162969126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4424345064162969126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye-jang-geun-suk.html' title='Goodbye 2010'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TR375-OF68I/AAAAAAAAAPc/cxn0tOMvMXI/s72-c/wedding-anniversary-songs-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-5830059473478141325</id><published>2010-12-17T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:18:43.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muhasabah Diri'/><title type='text'>Patiently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TQo6w6ABVdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/A88ZV9K677g/s1600/autumn-wallpaper1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TQo6w6ABVdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/A88ZV9K677g/s320/autumn-wallpaper1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just want to update my blog before I doze off in a few minutes...Suka ngan my heading membawaku menulis dengan seberapa cepat malam ni. Well...Y it's that so...cos I love this words....I've learning from a year to be patience...and Today it's been paid off...BY CASH!!!. Gosh it's sounds cocky but I really really proud that I've totally change to a different person for the whole One year...It's that So?? Guess the only one that I've agree most is I have learn to manage my anger....Well as if you guys don't notice I'm a person that struggling with my own anger management. Alhamdulillah this year it's tone down a bit. I.. my self did not notice that I have learn it even from a very basic...Sometimes to be humble and down to earth doesn't hurt . It is just&amp;nbsp; that I've always ..always hear and listen that I'm to strict...heartless...perfectionist and really hard to accept failure......but Is that a bad things for our own self??...I have my own target....I have my own mission....so&amp;nbsp; I did this for my own satisfaction and to measure my own capability...therefore In order to walk through to the path that i choose....I lack of this words....but I have learn...Even from a scratch and hard way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you Allah.....every day and night I'm preaching those wonderful kalimah to make me realize that I'm only human being that can be hurt and sad.....Thank you for this joyful victory and I'm positively heading to 2011 with a brand new me and thanks for all those bad and good memories that make me who I am now and matured me with those experience that I can't buy or paid....Amin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-5830059473478141325?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/5830059473478141325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=5830059473478141325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5830059473478141325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5830059473478141325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/12/patiently.html' title='Patiently'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TQo6w6ABVdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/A88ZV9K677g/s72-c/autumn-wallpaper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-8080153547738582537</id><published>2010-12-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:40:51.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luahan Rasa'/><title type='text'>Stop being jealous about me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TQeBRZYQaVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PnTxhXkCLQo/s1600/jealousy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TQeBRZYQaVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PnTxhXkCLQo/s320/jealousy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sebab:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;aku pun makan gaji gak macam korang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bukan bos pun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hebat sangat ker aku ni sampai korang jeles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tak baek busuk hati tak ke mana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop pretending to be a good person kalau krg hati busuk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop perli perli kat social networking pasal apa yg aku ada cukup2 la tu tak baek dosa!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Korang berlagak Saint depan aku tp ada perasaan "Tu" dlm diri korang, It's useless to be a santo kalu tak suci and tulus. Sembahyang 5 waktu pun tak guna...cuci hati tu dulu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tak per la kalau korang nak bagi pahala free kat aku....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;a href=http://myspace.laymark.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.laymark.com/i/o/56.gif alt=MySpace Emoticons border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota kaki : terasa macam kat sekolah pun ada gak, tapi ni yang aku rasa skunk...nak bercakap payah sebab aku ni jenis yang memendam rasa. Malas nak layan benda benda bodoh ni buang masa dan tenaga aku. Banyak benda lagi yang patut aku buat dari layan orang2 yg dok memanjang asyik cemburukan orang lain. Tapi yang aku tak paham tu, Alim ulama siap bleh nasihatkan aku lg kalu terlalai jap...rupa rupa hati busuk mulut longkang. Boleh ker macam tu....maaf ler yer aku bukan nak kutuk tapi aku rasa dia kene betulkan diri sendiri dulu then I can respect you....buat masa ni I still have those little respect jangan sampai aku hilang respect so you better watch out. Don't make me hungry for anger.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TQeBm71L84I/AAAAAAAAAPM/IGwmZm6kZ2k/s1600/jealousy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TQeBm71L84I/AAAAAAAAAPM/IGwmZm6kZ2k/s400/jealousy.gif" /&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/7444424475497372196-8080153547738582537?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8080153547738582537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=8080153547738582537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8080153547738582537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8080153547738582537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop-being-jealous-about-me.html' title='Stop being jealous about me....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TQeBRZYQaVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PnTxhXkCLQo/s72-c/jealousy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-1241374763356435751</id><published>2010-12-04T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T03:23:44.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>Cinta.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Love/loveicon.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/o/67.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec is around....bestnyer tapi at the same time, it's the end of the year. Well malam ni tak de benda sangat nak tulis, just some piece of mind yang nak share. Kisah Cinta, sounds klise kan...but it's not my love story...a special friends that always in my heart. Nak kata sedih dia nyer kisah cinta ni aku pun tak tahu nak comment apa cos I guess both party is really good in acting and hypocrite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkisahnya SI BF ni mamat cun and si Minat ni bleh&amp;nbsp; la&amp;nbsp; masuk dlm category cute. &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/b/b13.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tapi aku tak faham naper dia tak de sense of secure dlm relationship dorang. Mungkin Si BF ni nampak macam ala2 serius pastu at the same time sibuk usha minah2 lain. Maksudnya mcm takde komitmen dlm relationship dorang la. Well that one I can't comment so much dah memang natural talented hunter hang punya BF to darl...terima la kenyataan. So, dipendekkan citer, Si Minah sibuk nak meng ADD kan semua BF nyer friend list kat FB. Memula tu ktrg tak leh curious. For me if your not that close to me and just want to be my friend for the sake that I know UR BF than forget it la...wah sounds cocky ner statement aku tu. So aku pun reject ler friend request minah ni for the 1st time.Then after that, minah ni still lagi ngan aktiviti amal jariah nyer men ADD kan semua BF nyer kawan2 termasuklah my BFF. Mungkin tuhan nak bagi petunjuk, kebetulan aku chat with my BFF kat FB chat, terbuka la citer yang minah ni suka sentap2 kat FB tp tak tahu ke SENTAPan nyer tu untuk siapa only God knows ler. So rupa rupanya dia selama ini seolah olah ingin melihat dan ambil tahu history lama BF nyer. Minah oh Minah awat hang buat lagu tu...bukan ker menyeksa diri sendiri. Susahnyer kalau tak de kepercayaan dalam perhubungan,  ni la yang akan berlaku. GF bertukar jadi stalker. So my Friend, I wish U Good Luck with UR darling GF yang mcm psycho  &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/cz/cz25.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Jangan kitorang dengar suatu hari nanti Cinta membunuh pasangan dot dot dot....Well Love never mature...bak kata2 sang pencinta, Cinta kalau digenggam terlalu kuat ia akan mati dan jika digenggam terlalu longgar ia akan pergi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-1241374763356435751?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/1241374763356435751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=1241374763356435751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/1241374763356435751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/1241374763356435751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/12/cinta.html' title='Cinta.....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7549081401902065129</id><published>2010-11-13T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T22:42:14.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Rossa ft. Pasha - Terlanjur Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/P89u0D4TjuM/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P89u0D4TjuM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P89u0D4TjuM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Waktu bergulir lambat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Merantai langkah perjalanan kita&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Berjuta cerita terukir dalam menjadi sebuah dilema&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mengertikah engkau&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Perasaanku tak terhapuskan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Malam menangis&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tetes embun membasahi mata hatiku&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mencoba bertahan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Di atas puing-puing cinta yang tlah rapuh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Apa yang ku genggam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tak mudah untuk aku lepaskan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;reff:aku terlanjur cinta kepadamu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;dan tlah kuberikan seluruh hatiku&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;tapi mengapa baru kini kau pertanyakan cintaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;aku pun tak mengerti yang terjadi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;apa salah dan kurang ku padamu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;kini terlambat sudah untuk dipersalahkan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;karna sekali cinta, aku tetap cinta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mencoba bertahan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Di atas puing-puingcinta yang tlah rapuh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Apa yang ku genggam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tak mudah untuk aku lepas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7549081401902065129?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7549081401902065129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7549081401902065129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7549081401902065129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7549081401902065129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/11/rossa-ft-pasha-terlanjur-cinta.html' title='Rossa ft. Pasha - Terlanjur Cinta'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-449838374502298530</id><published>2010-11-09T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:09:53.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minda berjalan'/><title type='text'>Fikir fikir.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lama dah ku tinggalkan cerpen2...novel2 ku yang menunggu masa untuk dihabiskan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace" border="0" emoticons="" src="http://www.laymark.com/i/o/60.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Bukan apa, aku kehilangan idea...tak tahu nak tulis apa. Well, there a few manuscript need to be cont but i did not do it. Tak tahu ler rasa boring dah kut. Asyik ikut cerita dalam otak jer realitinya tak de juga....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/glitter/deines/BETTY%20BOOP/glitter.gif?o=300" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b19/deines/BETTY%20BOOP/glitter.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Tengah fikir apa yg patut ditulis..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-449838374502298530?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/449838374502298530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=449838374502298530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/449838374502298530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/449838374502298530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/11/fikir-fikir.html' title='Fikir fikir.....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b19/deines/BETTY%20BOOP/th_glitter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-8913982043483678335</id><published>2010-11-09T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:25:16.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Carey feat Luther Vandross- My Endless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/LIgrLTZwjos/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LIgrLTZwjos?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LIgrLTZwjos?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Nota kaki: Saja aku post lagu favorit ku ni untuk mengimbas kenangan yang memgusik jiwa. Malam tadi perasaan tu datang lagi mengulit diri yang dilanda kekusutan dan serba salah. Banyak yang bertanya kenapa tidak mengakhiri percintaan yang dibina dengan sebuah ikatan. Nyata aku tercipta bukan untukmu. Tapi hati ini sesungguhnya terusik dan menangis tika ini. Bahagialah kau di sana seperti diriku tika ini...MY FIRST LOVE...R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-8913982043483678335?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8913982043483678335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=8913982043483678335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8913982043483678335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8913982043483678335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/11/mariah-carey-feat-luther-vandross-my.html' title='Mariah Carey feat Luther Vandross- My Endless Love'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4544960892054133961</id><published>2010-11-07T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:21:32.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hari yang menbencikan'/><title type='text'>Patch Up's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNZFGn8x49I/AAAAAAAAAOE/aY-g20-s-Q8/s1600/1244640110.777LID0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNZFGn8x49I/AAAAAAAAAOE/aY-g20-s-Q8/s320/1244640110.777LID0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Idea untuk bertemu kawan2 lama adalah aktiviti yang sehat. Bertukar khabar...cerita....memang best. Tetapi untuk aku?? it's not really an amazing idea. It's can be change as disaster.........macam mana ni. Apalagi kalau nak dijumpa tu adalah orang yang kita memang nak mengelak............DIE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4544960892054133961?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4544960892054133961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4544960892054133961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4544960892054133961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4544960892054133961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/11/patch-ups.html' title='Patch Up&apos;s'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNZFGn8x49I/AAAAAAAAAOE/aY-g20-s-Q8/s72-c/1244640110.777LID0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3722682472016515333</id><published>2010-11-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:51:27.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lepas bosan'/><title type='text'>Minat vs obses vs gila = kronik</title><content type='html'>Salam Diwali semua. Saja aku pilih tajuk penulisanku malam ni dengan ayat2 kata atas tu. But it's doesn't me that I'm lunatic. Well, sometimes aku terfikir that I've so many things that I've left behind. Contohnya macam benda benda yang aku tak dapat buat time dulu2. Yelah masa tu aku sibuk belajar!!! belajar!!! belajar sampai ada satu masa aku rasa aku ni geek lak. Yelah Spectacles bukan main tebal, buku bawa ke hulu ke hilir..Nerd!! in shorts.Tapi satu jer yang tak berubah sampai sekarang..Menyanyi!!! I love to sing till my lung's out. Okla okla kita pendekkan aku nyer blah..blah..nanti korang bosan....So kat bawah ni aku list kan dulu benda yang aku minat yang hampir kesemuanya aku dah buat dan lakukan hampir setiap hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQgKCUO88I/AAAAAAAAANo/K5qAR5xQ-qE/s1600/Dancing+Couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQgKCUO88I/AAAAAAAAANo/K5qAR5xQ-qE/s320/Dancing+Couple.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Menari..of course hehehe it's in my blood.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQhC3PBmJI/AAAAAAAAANs/XjBzROFsPik/s1600/5709-Man-In-A-Blue-Suit-Singing-The-Anthem-Clipart-Illustration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQhC3PBmJI/AAAAAAAAANs/XjBzROFsPik/s320/5709-Man-In-A-Blue-Suit-Singing-The-Anthem-Clipart-Illustration.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ni pun kira natural born talented (angkat bakul sdn) ngeh3.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQh_ErMGvI/AAAAAAAAANw/gW24ct5AZZg/s1600/manga_sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQh_ErMGvI/AAAAAAAAANw/gW24ct5AZZg/s1600/manga_sisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aku memang Manga / Anime Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQiQO_Q4nI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ks03Zzb-mXo/s1600/photography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQiQO_Q4nI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ks03Zzb-mXo/s320/photography.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ku obses gila ngan gambar &amp;amp; dlm proses tuk belajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Gila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQjmdM8MUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zopiokyLJQ8/s1600/japan-korea1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQjmdM8MUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zopiokyLJQ8/s320/japan-korea1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;aku memang gila ngan dua negara ni....fly away!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQkFPmB05I/AAAAAAAAAN8/FyGmk5-gsOA/s1600/korean-drama-youre-beautiful-ost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQkFPmB05I/AAAAAAAAAN8/FyGmk5-gsOA/s1600/korean-drama-youre-beautiful-ost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQkrJCsvzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3QoQfsooeRU/s1600/Beautiful_Love_Japanese_Drama_4429_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQkrJCsvzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3QoQfsooeRU/s320/Beautiful_Love_Japanese_Drama_4429_poster.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Aku memang drama freak every country ner drama aku layan jelah tp yg paling obses KJ..woot!! woot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Banyak lagi benda yang aku nak buat sebenarnya takut jer blog aku meletup lak..hihihi so aku listkan dulu benda yang aku super duber like it....Anyway benda ni takkan tertunai tanpa sokongan orang yang tersayang. Tima aci...Kamsamnida....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-3722682472016515333?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3722682472016515333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3722682472016515333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3722682472016515333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3722682472016515333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/11/minat-vs-obses-vs-gila-kronik.html' title='Minat vs obses vs gila = kronik'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNQgKCUO88I/AAAAAAAAANo/K5qAR5xQ-qE/s72-c/Dancing+Couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4035968483301623238</id><published>2010-11-02T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:50:43.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Guy OST - 사랑하는 사람에게</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvo-_57MDIE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvo-_57MDIE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Nota Kaki: Susah nak meneka hati sendiri dan biarlah lagu kat atas ni luahkan kesedihan tersebut. Lagu ni dah cukup kuat untuk menjelaskan hatiku yang menangis ni. I don't want to seen cry and I rather cry alone. Strong babe!!! don't demotivate yourself....Ganbatte...Hate sad song but that the best medicine to calm myself currently....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4035968483301623238?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4035968483301623238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4035968483301623238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4035968483301623238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4035968483301623238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-guy-ost.html' title='Bad Guy OST - 사랑하는 사람에게'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3977353665361064114</id><published>2010-10-30T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:33:51.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muhasabah Diri'/><title type='text'>おやすみ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TMsBu-hd6WI/AAAAAAAAANk/6P66uh79Hmc/s1600/learning_styles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TMsBu-hd6WI/AAAAAAAAANk/6P66uh79Hmc/s200/learning_styles.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The image kind of look like teasing me.&lt;/span&gt;..  &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Purposely put the Japanese Goodnight term in my posting this time. It been a while i guess. My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; passion in writing also stuck up. Don't know why but I'll try to configure it myself later. Basically why I like about writing ie..Short stories...novels...essays or even something serious kind of writing it's actually try to improve my own writing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;skills. Believe me when i said to improve cos my grammar and sentences is&lt;/span&gt; SUCK!!!.   &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;but I'm trying very hard to learn and explore more especially in Malay. Perhaps my environment or my upbringing is more to informal languages and English. I even can't speak my own mother tongue&amp;nbsp; " Shame on me". Hahaha right now I'm trying hard to learn from the scratch even if it's started with the hardest one. Will learning is fun and let's make even more fun day by day. The Vocabulary ...grammar..intonation....verbs...articulate "bla bla" are the things that I need to jumble up and befriend. Hahaha.....but not in English basically. In Bahasa....again Shame on Me. So I have to keep this in mind&amp;nbsp; that Everyday is my Malay learning days...That is why I love writing so I can improve my self day by day and I love languages....not only malays...my own mother tongue but other language all over the world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nota Kaki: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Kawan2 blogger yang lain..Sila beri tunjuk ajar ye. Bukan nak kata I'm good in English or what. I'm in the same boat with those group yang 50/50 can understand...converse and write well. To say I'm excel in this language, nope I'm still in learning base...hurmmm quite confuse right so?? what language I'm good at, I'm also can't answer that. You guys can do the assessment through my writing.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-3977353665361064114?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3977353665361064114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3977353665361064114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3977353665361064114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3977353665361064114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='おやすみ'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TMsBu-hd6WI/AAAAAAAAANk/6P66uh79Hmc/s72-c/learning_styles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4998583616712853984</id><published>2010-10-18T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:41:00.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Twilight  Prom Dance Final Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/23RwEcZ_roc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23RwEcZ_roc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23RwEcZ_roc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota kaki: dulu pernah janji nak post lagu iron and wine Flightless bird so tis is the song siap ada background twilight...enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4998583616712853984?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4998583616712853984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4998583616712853984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4998583616712853984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4998583616712853984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/10/twilight-prom-dance-final-scene.html' title='Twilight  Prom Dance Final Scene'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3135120978892568837</id><published>2010-10-18T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:54:07.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Story...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TLxDEJYKDiI/AAAAAAAAANc/m_6D_APRyAA/s1600/Mocanu-bw-blackwhite-Tremendo-artistic-black-and-white-photography-woman-sadness-sad-beauty_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TLxDEJYKDiI/AAAAAAAAANc/m_6D_APRyAA/s400/Mocanu-bw-blackwhite-Tremendo-artistic-black-and-white-photography-woman-sadness-sad-beauty_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529368181019905570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;There was&lt;br /&gt;a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind.&lt;br /&gt;She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He was always there for her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see&lt;br /&gt;the world, I will marry you.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day,&lt;br /&gt;someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages&lt;br /&gt;came off, she was able to see everything, including her&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked&lt;br /&gt;her, 'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The&lt;br /&gt;girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The&lt;br /&gt;sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected&lt;br /&gt;that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life&lt;br /&gt;led her to refuse to marry him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her&lt;br /&gt;saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before&lt;br /&gt;they were yours, they were mine.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;This is&lt;br /&gt;how the human brain often works when our status changes.&lt;br /&gt;Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who&lt;br /&gt;was always by their side in the most painful situations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Is a&lt;br /&gt;Gift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;before you say an unkind word - Think of someone who can't&lt;br /&gt;speak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone&lt;br /&gt;who has nothing to eat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone&lt;br /&gt;who's crying out to GOD for a companion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;before you complain about life - Think of someone who went&lt;br /&gt;too early to heaven.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;whining about the distance you drive Think of someone who&lt;br /&gt;walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when&lt;br /&gt;you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the&lt;br /&gt;unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your&lt;br /&gt;job.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when&lt;br /&gt;depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on&lt;br /&gt;your face and think: you're alive and still&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always foster an attitude of gratitude, it will change your life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nota kaki&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; tis poem base on chinese proverbs that share by my colleague in our company portal, it's really sad that make me realize how good my life is and should be grateful and appreciate....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7444424475497372196-3135120978892568837?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3135120978892568837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3135120978892568837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3135120978892568837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3135120978892568837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/10/sad-story.html' title='Sad Story...........'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TLxDEJYKDiI/AAAAAAAAANc/m_6D_APRyAA/s72-c/Mocanu-bw-blackwhite-Tremendo-artistic-black-and-white-photography-woman-sadness-sad-beauty_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4889360594039295150</id><published>2010-09-14T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:42:42.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebaran menjelang....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Selamat hari raya maaf zahir dan batin....Lama tak jenguk my blog...hurmm aktiviti seharian pack sangat. Well bulan baik hari baik ni marilah kita bermaaf maafan sesama kita. Hilangkan dendam kesumat yang tersimpan di hati masing masing. Buat sahabat sahabat baik jauh dan dekat, moga lebaran kali ini lebih mengajar kita erti sebuah kehidupan dan kesedaran di hati masing masing..Insyallah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4889360594039295150?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4889360594039295150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4889360594039295150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4889360594039295150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4889360594039295150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/09/lebaran-menjelang.html' title='Lebaran menjelang....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-5523808688884477272</id><published>2010-07-15T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:00:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demam Bola...World Cup!!! Glückwünsche aus Deutschland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TD73oRuF47I/AAAAAAAAANM/Xp6X654JQXQ/s1600/philliplahm-500x616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TD73oRuF47I/AAAAAAAAANM/Xp6X654JQXQ/s400/philliplahm-500x616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494100866762138546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hals- und Beinbruch!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;("&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Break your neck and a leg&lt;/span&gt;!") &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;orang dah habis demam aku masih lagi dalam fasa demam nak kebah, tup !! tup !! kat Metro..kecil jer kolumn tu...Phillip Lahm KAHWIN!!! gosh...sedih giler yo!! Frust ....happy....semua ada..Almaklumlah Die Hard Fan...Well anyway Congratulation Man...Hapy sangat!!! :(...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glückwünsche  für Ihre Hochzeit Lahm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; harap2 lepas ni taknak dengar plak citer pasal Mezut Ozil nak kawen ..pengsan terus kawan...BTW, tadi google2 jap perkembangan tentang world cup yang lepas, terasa bangga jap ..walaupun Germany got the 3rd place...most of the big2 Club such as Manchester United interested in their player...Ura2 Lahm pun nak kena bid by Ferguson..hurmm alamak kenalah aku beralih alah...angin dan sebagainya...Dahlah alergi ngan ManU..tiba tiba nak kena sokong plak...apa kes ni.....Huhuhuhu sadis...Anyway Germany always in my heart..perhaps one  day I'll be there...orang kat office siap cakap nak kalahkan Nazi ...germs..anything..but who care's by the way...The have stole my heart since 2006 lagi. Nak buat camner Cinta Pandang pertama Yoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-5523808688884477272?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/5523808688884477272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=5523808688884477272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5523808688884477272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5523808688884477272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/07/demam-bolaworld-cup-gluckwunsche-aus.html' title='Demam Bola...World Cup!!! Glückwünsche aus Deutschland'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TD73oRuF47I/AAAAAAAAANM/Xp6X654JQXQ/s72-c/philliplahm-500x616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-6283533478279897562</id><published>2010-07-02T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:28:21.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muhasabah Diri'/><title type='text'>My B-day ....present and more................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TC4FcbpIQ_I/AAAAAAAAANE/x-4QHH3vQW4/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-wants-his-birthday-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TC4FcbpIQ_I/AAAAAAAAANE/x-4QHH3vQW4/s400/funny-pictures-cat-wants-his-birthday-cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489330981825954802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Congak2 angka aku dah sampai gak ke usia yg boleh tahan matangnyer...but for sure that I become more tougher ...stronger and stubborn....tak dela stubborn. Well this year aku dah tekad nak down under....low profile...under ground...maintain cool...tapi saban hari kesabaran ku asyik teruji...Setiap hari juga ku memuji and melagukan Nama Yang Maha Esa agar di tambah lagi darjah kesabaran dalam diriku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Make it Simple...Let's people talk..bitching around and say whatever things that they wanted to say. Myself is always gonna be myself...tak kisahlah...We can't afford to satisfied all the people and I also don't wanna be hypocrite...Well aku bukan Peminat Kipas Susah mati untuk make sure that gonna have well treatment...Sometimes to be blind and pretender it an option but i choose to be my self.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-6283533478279897562?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/6283533478279897562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=6283533478279897562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6283533478279897562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6283533478279897562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-b-day-present-and-more.html' title='My B-day ....present and more................'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TC4FcbpIQ_I/AAAAAAAAANE/x-4QHH3vQW4/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-wants-his-birthday-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4360663996882444615</id><published>2010-06-16T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:17:09.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimpi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TBj4Lhqk-vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Rh0JMwtyI4E/s1600/Dreams-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TBj4Lhqk-vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Rh0JMwtyI4E/s400/Dreams-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483405423222782706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;It's been quiet a while since I don't update this blog...bukan apa busy. Well today not so many things yang nak share..just felt that I wanted to share something. Yelah kan dari penat tunggu Spain jaringkan GOL baek aku tulis. Actually tak de benda sebenarnya, cuma I just feel a little unconscious lately. Entahlah!!!! borak borak ni buat aku mengimbau mimpi semalam...tentang dia...ya Tentang DIA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Dalam mentafsir mimpi ni aku lebih suka kepada pendekatan Psikologi..just name it Freud, Carl Jung ataupun Ibni Arabi sendiri menerangkan mimpi memilki amanat, pesanan ataupun risalah yang ingin diterangkan dari hati terus kepada otak dan otak aku mencorakkannya kepada pelbagai bentuk imej atau cereka..., So the conclusion for my dream last night..I Miss Him...and He Miss me too hurrmm tak mungkin kan...buat i guess my dream also about goodbye and a message to stop thinking about the past....Ni 100% accurate. I know even in my dream there's a gap that can't be merge together....Sadis to know about the truth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Well...I learn very hard...I've learn from the scratch until I can be my self now. Perhaps I'm too self center...I'm too obsess...I'm too selfish that until I don't realize my surrounding... people...my friends...family and my love ones...  perhaps this is a time that I need to be alert and cautious about everything....maybe that dream also an example for me to be more tactful and human next time...Sometime's too cool is not good at all. People will judge and think that my heart are made by ice that cannot melt even there's a burner inside....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;So...my dreams let it be a dreams that I don't want to elaborate more cos I still need to learn and find what that it mean... even though it 's really hurt ...so deep inside...Well again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REALITY BITES!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4360663996882444615?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4360663996882444615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4360663996882444615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4360663996882444615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4360663996882444615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/06/mimpi.html' title='Mimpi..'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TBj4Lhqk-vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Rh0JMwtyI4E/s72-c/Dreams-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3726092696759157822</id><published>2010-04-10T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:36:31.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xiang ni de xi guan/想你的习惯 - 小 宇 | Nghe - tải - xem lyrics | Zing Mp3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/xiang-ni-de-xi-guan.IW6U0076.html"&gt;xiang ni de xi guan / to your habits - Xiaoyu | Nghe - tải - xem lyrics | Zing Mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I still have a habit of thinking you.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-3726092696759157822?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/xiang-ni-de-xi-guan.IW6U0076.html' title='xiang ni de xi guan/想你的习惯 - 小 宇 | Nghe - tải - xem lyrics | Zing Mp3'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3726092696759157822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3726092696759157822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3726092696759157822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3726092696759157822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/04/xiang-ni-de-xi-guan-nghe-tai-xem-lyrics.html' title='xiang ni de xi guan/想你的习惯 - 小 宇 | Nghe - tải - xem lyrics | Zing Mp3'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3629988777760143642</id><published>2010-04-09T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:32:02.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corat Coret'/><title type='text'>Saengil Chukha Hamnida, Otanjōbi Omedetō Gozaimasu,  I feliz cumpleaños!, Joyeux anniversaire ...Selamat Ulang Tahun Sayang!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S7859B2xUcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Z9G_kqEXi0g/s1600/happybirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S7859B2xUcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Z9G_kqEXi0g/s400/happybirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458144994029294018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Tepat 1647hrs ari ni my little angel's birthday....dah 3 tahun rupanyer...Anyway we have a great moment...Luv U...Luv U so much...Happy Birthday baby...muah!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-3629988777760143642?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3629988777760143642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3629988777760143642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3629988777760143642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3629988777760143642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/04/saengil-chukha-hamnida-otanjobi-omedeto.html' title='Saengil Chukha Hamnida, Otanjōbi Omedetō Gozaimasu,  I feliz cumpleaños!, Joyeux anniversaire ...Selamat Ulang Tahun Sayang!!!'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S7859B2xUcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Z9G_kqEXi0g/s72-c/happybirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4338327042316621178</id><published>2010-04-02T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:32:51.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S7TKEGX3bAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wFe9AGBfaiE/s1600/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S7TKEGX3bAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wFe9AGBfaiE/s400/direction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455207220431514626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!! today is really an April Fool day for me and few of my collegues. Not because we been given a naughty prank but we been given a prank by nature. Human Nature!!! Well the storyline it's just simple. Our bosses agreed to throw some appreciation party in some hidden jungle place that's really really hard to find. With only given a small piece of paper - MAP then we have decided to go on Convoy. Apparently the head leader had drive all the way through damn!!! damn!! fast and left us the kura2 driver behind. End up we have to find the way to that place all by ourself. Thank goodness, in this kind of Hi tech world still has live a good Samaritan that had lead us along the way to the stupid hidden place, if it's not we will end up from 1845hrs till we realize that we damn stupid without food searching for that place with no sense of direction. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt; perhaps next time the organizer should think the place that people can easy look after not easy for them to look after then say sorry after everything happen.......so sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4338327042316621178?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4338327042316621178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4338327042316621178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4338327042316621178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4338327042316621178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S7TKEGX3bAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wFe9AGBfaiE/s72-c/direction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7771969500886456177</id><published>2010-03-05T07:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:53:52.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saat ku bersedih'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sayang.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S5BH_Pj8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4pibIRT2IAs/s1600-h/birthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S5BH_Pj8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4pibIRT2IAs/s400/birthday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444931101325550466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;May all your dream come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;May all your happiness will bless through your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm can only wish you from the mirror of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7771969500886456177?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7771969500886456177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7771969500886456177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7771969500886456177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7771969500886456177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-sayang.html' title='Happy Birthday Sayang.......'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S5BH_Pj8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4pibIRT2IAs/s72-c/birthday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-8556311077657173358</id><published>2010-02-14T18:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:24:03.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerita Pendek'/><title type='text'>Hanya Kau Kirana.....❤ ❤ ❤ ❤</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S3fWlJsgPhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4086rW3IsFI/s1600-h/Goo+Hye+Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Alamat hancur la cermin tu kalau kau asyik pandang dua tiga kali. Pesanan penaja, kalau muka dah macam tu baik buat plastic surgery jelah.” Usiknya pada teman baiknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kau kutuk aku ke atau diri sendiri. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; pandang diri ni dalam cermin. Dah la pakai cermin mata yang entah wujud dari kurun ke berapa” Balas Teman pada Kirana yang membetulkan kedudukan glassesnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“La takkan tu pun nak jauh hati kut. Kau la sahabat aku dunia Akhirat,.. Mia. Kalau ko tak de aku akan…..” ucap Kirana sambil sama membuat expresi&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;muka sedih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“ Dah… ko jangan nak buat drama ngan aku pula. Cepat!!! kita dah lambat masuk kelas ni wahai Cik Kirana. Nanti apa pula Ms Julia kata, asyik muka kita berdua je yang lambat. Ha .. lepas tu mula la ko bagi alasan yang keluar dari sfera bumi.” Perlinya sambil Kirana tersengih macam kerang busuk namun segera menuruti langkah si Teman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Semalam aku bermimpi lagi. Kirana memulakan ceritanya. Kau dan aku tersesat kat satu Bandar yang sangat moden. Tak de sesiapa pun yang kita kenal. The best part kat Bandar tu ada satu slogan “Single Only”. Maksudnya hanya orang bujang saja yang dibenarkan untuk stay kat situ. Best tak”. Soal Kirana pada Mia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Aku rasa otak ko ni dah tak betullah. Antara mimpi dan reality pun ko tak boleh bezakan. &lt;i style=""&gt;Why&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;i style=""&gt;I give 5 reasons.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;First&lt;/b&gt;, It’s only a DREAM!. 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;, Apasal kita berdua je. 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; wujudkah Bandar yang ada Slogan Single only. What happens to Family institution. 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Nak buang kat ni mereka mereka yang tak bujang lagi &lt;i style=""&gt;dalam kurungan&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;DAH BERKAHWIN and most important is I’m not LESBIAN. &lt;/b&gt;Last but not least, is totally absurd. So, Cik Kirana jangan terlalu mengikut kepala cartoon awak tu ye.” Perli Mia kali ini dan dia pula ganti tersengih macam kerang busuk. Kirana …Kirana ada ada je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kirana menarik muka perlahan. “ tapi aku percaya mimpi aku tu ada maksud yang tersirat. Besok dapat kebenarannya, akan ku war warkan penemuan ini ke seluruh Alam Buana. By the way, aku tak minta reason sampai 5 pun Wahai Cik Mia. Dah buang tabiat ke”usik Kirana. Mia segera menarik muka masam meninggalkan Kirana terkulat kulat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pertarungan Hidup dan mati&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Ms Julia ….tolonglah dah tak de orang lain lagi ke. Kenapa saya yang kena berpasangan ngan Hasanoff.” Bantah Kirana. Muktamad! Takde talian hayat lagi Kirana. One more thing, it’s Alexander Hasanoff. Not Hasanoff. Saya tak kenal mana mana student saya bernama Hasanoff. Balasnya sambil tersenyum. Perlilah tu. “Ms Julia I can’t promise you the best”Ugut Kirana. “In that case also I can’t help you with your CGP if you trying to do something.” Kirana pula yang diugut oleh Miss Julia kali ini. Kirana mengeluh berat. Kenapa mesti lelaki itu. Bencinya….Mia dah tersenyum sumbing pada Kirana. Dia tahu apa yang tersirat di kepala sahabat baiknya itu. Alexandar Hasanoff. Nama yang boleh mematikan seluruh urat saraf Kirana. Dia pun tidak tahu sejak bila mereka menjadi tak sebulu. Mungkin musuh ketat sejak azali lagi. Cadangan Ms Julia ini akan menjadikan satu pertarungan yang dashyat. Hidup dan mati. Dahlah Kirana langsung tak le berpandangan mata, Ms Julia bagi mereka berpasangan untuk Project Conservatory pula. Buku bertemu ruaslah nampaknya. Hati Mia bermonolog sambil mendekati Kirana yang masih menunjukkan muka yang masam sambil memandang ke luar tingkap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Why so sad Kira”. Takkan sebab berpasangan dengan Hasanoff kau dah jadi patung cendana pula” Usik Mia setelah tiba di sisi Kirana. Apakata kita switch pasangan kita. Kau ambillah Hasanoff, aku ngan…cadang Kira pada Mia sambil tersenyum gatal. “Kau jangan nak memandai. Dahlah saat saat ini yang ku idamkan. So berhenti mengharap.”Balas Mia. Ala Mia sekali ni je. Tolonglah…please….bagilah aku berpasangan dengan Mikael. Pujuk Kirana. “Stop! don’t try to persuade me anymore. Jangan marah ye best women always win darling. Ala Hasananoff ok apa.” Balasnya balik sambil meninggalkan Kirana tanpa kompromi. Mentadak punya kawan. Mentang mentanglah dia dapat jejaka idaman &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Mentah mentah dia tolak cadangan aku pula ye. Bentak hati Kirana tidak berpuas hati sambil melangkah keluar dari dewan kuliah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Nah!! My time schedule”. Awak &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; la check. Manalah tau nak adjust something ke. Tiba tiba Alexander Hasanoff datang menganggu dunia khayalan Kirana. &lt;i style=""&gt;Bersemangatnye&lt;/i&gt;. Bisik hati kecilnya. “Sebenarnya biar saya berterus terang and tak nak cakap putar alam. Saya sebenarnya tak bersetuju kita berdua berpasangan untuk project ni. But I have no choice sebab Ms Julia berkeras nak kita berdua juga. Saya tak nak tahu what is the motif behind tapi jangan harapkan apa apa komitmen yang berlebihan dari saya. I’m just doing this for the sack of our project. But again, saya juga tak nak fail because awak dan saya tak dapat nak bekerjasama.” Ucap Kirana Selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dah habis berhujah ke? Kalau dah giliran saya pula. Jangan risau saya bukan nak masuk meminang pun. Well untuk orang seperti Kirana ni rasa rasanya lah semua jejaka se &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaya&lt;/st1:place&gt; akan berfikir dua kali untuk ke arah itu. Balasnya tersengih. &lt;i style=""&gt;Kerek!!!.&lt;/i&gt; Saya cuma nak bekerjasama untuk project ni. Lepas tu no string attach. Sambungnya meninggalkan Kirana yang dah nak meletupkan larva gunung berapi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Benci !!! Benci !!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Keras kakinya menghentak lantai. “Kurang Ajar No string attach yer! Macam jelah ku nak ada connection dengan dia”Ujar Kirana tak puas hati. Ingat dia tu siapa hah? Mia pun satu dalam keadaan yang genting ni dia pula tah pegi mana. Mestilah tengah mengendeng kat si Mikael tu. Sekali lagi dia bermonolog sendirian sambil mengesat pipinya yang lembab gara gara sakit hati pada si Jejaka berlagak. Petang itu berakhir dengan Kirana dibuai mimpi senja. Dah puas berendam airmata akhirnya sang puteri tertidur di peraduan yang penuh dengan catitan tak puas hati terhadap Alexander Hasanoff. Alam Mimpinya kembali mengembara ke era yang dia sendiri tidak tahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kenapa bersedih wahai sang puteri. Satu suara mengusik pemerhatiannya pada Tasik yang terbentang luas di hadapannya. Wajah yang cantik tak sepatutnya dihiasi dengan airmata. Sambung suara itu lagi. Sang Puteri tercari cari siapakah empunya suara. Jangan menangis lagi nah.. usaplah airmata tu. Ucapnya lagi sambil menghulur sehelai sapu tangan biru kepada Sang Puteri.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Tiba …tiba….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Hasanoff!!!!jerit Kirana di remang senja. Apasal ni sampai di alam mimpi pun ko nak kejar aku ke? Aku ada hutang yang tak pernah langsai pada hayat lepas ngan ko ke. Kirana memulakan percakapan alam ghaibnya sambil tangannya memegang kepalanya yang tiba tiba sakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Perang Dunia bakal bermula&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Di satu sudut di sepertiga kawasan kolej…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ehm…ehmm&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tiba tiba&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alexander Hasanoff terbatuk tanpa ribut dan taufan. Are you ok Alex? Soal Sally (bukan nama sebenar) yang dah terlentok lentok macam ulat bulu di sebelah si jejaka. Dia mengangguk terus menuju ke Café Blues. “Bang bagi Ice blended Choco satu” &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cocoa&lt;/st1:place&gt; lebih sikit ya. Ordernya pada abang yang bertugas di Café Blues hari tu. “Right Up Alex”!!! nah… apasal aku tengok ko semput semacam je ni? Soalan maut abang Café tu membuat Si jejaka terbatuk buat sekian kalinya. Senyuman lebar terukir diwajahnya. “Menang besar tadi Bang Man. Besok tak tau lagi” jawapan tergantung yang diberikan membuatkan abang Café tersebut mengaru kepalanya yang tak gatal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hebat juga kau ni. Ucap abang Café tersebut berlalu menyambung semula kerjanya yang tertangguh akibat melayan Alexander Hasanoff. Si Jejaka tersenyum lagi. “Memang aku hebat kalau tak Kirana takkan bengang semacam tadi. Padan muka. Ingat aku nak sangat kat dia. &lt;i style=""&gt;Harap muka je lawa perangai……&lt;/i&gt; Ko tunggu jelah aku akan ajar ko macam mana rasanya jadi perempuan.” Sumpah Si jejaka berbaur dendam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Assalamualaikum….Kirana &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Nampak Mia tak?Soal Mikael yang tiba tiba berdiri dihadapan Kirana yang kebetulan menuju ke IT Lab keesokan harinya. Segera dia menggeleng. Bisu. Kalau nampak dia tolong bagitau I cari. By the way, cantik warna bracelet Kirana tu. Puji Mikael sambil berlalu. Senyuman yang diberikan tadi masih lagi terukir di bibir Mikael. Kirana masih lagi terkulat kulat memandang bayangan Mikael yang hilang disebalik bangunan IT Lab. “Dah puas tengok ke sampai naik hangus Mikael tu”. Perli satu suara dari arah belakang. &lt;b style=""&gt;By the way, CANTIK Warna Bracelet tu! &lt;/b&gt;Ulang Alexander sambil dengan selambanya mengambil tangan Kirana yang terletak bracelet yang diperkatakan Mikael tadi. Well for me it’s just so so. Kritiknya sambil memegang tangan Kirana. Sampai bila awak bercadang nak pegang tangan saya ni. Soalnya sambil tangan kanannya dah mula mencekak pinggang. And one more thing, don’t you ever ever touch me. Marah Kirana sambil menuju ke IT Lab. “Ingat bisu. Rupa rupanya bersuara juga ye. Kehalusan tangan Kirana mengingatkan dia pada &lt;i style=""&gt;. Argh&lt;/i&gt;… &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Persetankan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Getus si jejaka sambil menurut langkah si gadis menuju ke IT Lab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Perang Dingin zaman Kegelapan &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The Conservatory Project is an initiative of &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Performing Arts for Everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It is a semi-annual event designed to present the best young musical artists in classical, jazz, musical theater, opera and more from our nation's leading undergraduate and graduate conservatories. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The Conservatory Project, inaugurated in May 2004, creates an ongoing showcase for our nation's exceptional young talent and introduces audiences to young musicians destined to have important careers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Satu satu ayat ayat disusun mengikut grammar dan susunan ayat yang betul agar tidak menjadi broken English. Si jejaka disebelah sekadar tersenyum. Tak sia sia Ms Julia bagi Kirana jadi pasangannya. Memang dia Ulat buku ….ulat gonggok …ulat bulu…ops ,..tak.. Kirana tak termasuk dalam golonggan tu. Dia bukan Sally (bukan nama sebenar) yang asyik tergedik gedik dengannya. Dia bukan Mira yang asyik merengek rengek ataupun Risa yang asyik control cute bila disampingnya. Kirana adalah Kirana. Rupa persis seorang Bidadari kayangan tetapi perangai mengalahkan jantan. Itu yang fail pada Kirana. Apa yang buat dia berubah. Soalnya Kirana yang dikenalinya kini seolah manusia yang baru dilahirkan dan bertukar menjadi Kirana yang baru. Kirana yang sebelumnya seorang yang ………khayalan tiba tiba dimatikan dengan muka masam orang yang tadi bermain di kotak fikiran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Awak dah habis berkhayal ke? Soal Kirana pada Hasanoff. Benda tu awak kena cari attachment document and lepas tu kita kena rakam persembahan mereka sebelum kita buat presentation”. Terangnya. Presentation? Soal si Jejaka. Awak pekak ke atau buat buat pekak. Ulang Kirana yang bengang melihat muka sengal Hasanoff. Dia tersenyum. Saya rasa awak tu yang kena cakap kuat sikit. Kalau nak cakap dalam kelambu, tunggu first night kita. Itupun pun kalau…..Usiknya sambil memandang Kirana atas bawah. Stop it. Awak !!!!Marah Kirana pada sikap kurang ajar Hasanoff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Sabar … wahai Cik Kirana. Awak tak pakai baju pun belum tentu saya nak tidur ngan awak. Dahlah keding leper macam jantan ada hati fikir yang bukan bukan. Hujah Si Jejaka. “&lt;b style=""&gt;ALEXANDER HASANOFF UR too Much&lt;/b&gt;!! Jerit si gadis sambil berlari meninggalkan si jejaka. “&lt;i style=""&gt;aku terlepas cakap ke&lt;/i&gt;? Soal Si jejaka pada dirinya dan &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk mengejar Kirana. Namun hampa bayangan si gadis hilang dalam terang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kirana masih &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk menenangkan hatinya. &lt;i style=""&gt;Aku ni teruk sangat ke. Aku tak de ciri&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;ciri seorang perempuan ke&lt;/i&gt;. Soal Kirana pada diri sendiri sambil memandang kiri dan kanan tubuhnya. Seketika kemudian dia terduduk di kerusi kayu Taman Botani. Rambut aku panjang what….muka aku muka seorang perempuan bukan lelaki pun. Sekali lagi Kirana membuat anatomi untuk diri sendiri. Bagai terngiang ngiang kata kata Hasananoff sebentar tadi. “ &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sabar … wahai Cik Kirana. Awak tak pakai baju pun belum tentu saya nak tidur ngan awak. Dahlah keding leper macam jantan ada hati fikir yang bukan bukan” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Dia sekali lagi terduduk namun kali ini di tanah sambil memegang kedua belah telinganya. Kaca matanya dah lama terjatuh&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;. Aku benci kau…I hate you!!!! kenapa kau harus jadi kejam. Kenapa kau tak macam..argh….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Marahnya yang tak terluah namun airmata tetap berkeras untuk tidak mengalir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Are you ok? Satu suara menganggu sessi pemanasan otaknya. Dia berpaling. Mikael !!! itu yang terpacul keluar dari mulutnya. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; suara pun ingat tak boleh bercakap. Ucap Mikael lantas duduk di kerusi yang tadi menjadi saksi aksi ganasnya. Awak buat apa kata sini sendiri? Soal lagi. Dah mula balik dah. Minah ni start jadi budak bisu. Protes Mikael. Seraya itu sebuah notepad kecil dikeluarkan dari sling bagnya. Awak buat apa tu. Kirana ganti menyoal. Hemm…takut awak jadi bisu semula so I prepare this for you and me to communicate. Saya tak tamat lagi kelas bahasa isyarat. Terangnya. Hah….Kirana pula yang rasa Mikael ni pelik. Nah kalau awak rasa ada benda nak cakap tulis je kat sini. Ujarnya sambil menghulurkan notepad kecil. Cute. Kirana masih memandang tepat notedpad yang bertukar tangan. Pandangannya blur tetapi masih jelas gambar Panda yang tersenyum di muka hadapan. Don’t forget about this. Sambung Mikael lagi sambil menghulurkan kaca mata Kirana yang menjadi sasaran amarahnya. Thanks sambut Kirana. Well …Kirana..hurmm I like your name. Sambung Mikael &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; berbahasa basi di depan si gadis yang tampak Blur. Namun….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“There you are. Sampuk satu suara menganggu sessi romantika mereka. “Mike pun ada sekali. Sambung suara tu dalam nada kepenatan. Kirana dah menarik muka masam. Perempuan kalau dah merajuk habis satu ceruk kolej ni dia boleh jelajah. Terang Hasanoff sambil menarik nafas penat sekali lagi. You’re…. so damn lucky Alex. Gotta go and Kirana nice talking to you. Balas Mikael menepuk bahu temannya sambil meninggalkan mereka sendirian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;First…sorry for the thing yang saya cakap tadi. I’m just joking. Kalau saya tahu awak ada date, saya takkan kacau sessi dating korang tadi. Terangnya. Mulanya Kirana terfikir kata maaf dari Alexander Hasanoff ikhlas tapi bila dia mula mengaitkan teman barunya tadi suasana bertukar panas. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If there’s nothing. We better call it off for the day. I see you at the lab tomorrow. Dingin je jawapan dari Kirana. Masih marah lagi la sang puteri. Itupun kalau awak rasa patut atau tak awak kat &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Well kita terikat ngan project ni but &lt;i style=""&gt;Remember no string attach&lt;/i&gt;. Kirana berpaling dan menuturkan ayat yang pernah Alexander Hasanoff tuturkan padanya satu ketika dulu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Bengkek!!! Nasib baik cantik lah pula &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Mikael memerhatikan kamera digitalnya. Satu persatu diperhatikan. Lama dia memandang kemudian tersenyum. I like the person too. Ucapnya perlahan. Wajah Kirana yang disnap ketika di Taman Botani masih terpapar di screen camera digitalnya. Seketika kemudian pintu biliknya terbuka. Muka bengang Alexander Hasanoff terpacul disebalik daun pintu. Dia sungguh tak faham kenapa mamat tu benci sangat dengan Kirana. Kalau dibandingkan dengan perempuan perempuan yang mendampingi temannya itu, Kirana lagi berquality banding yang lain sungguhpun Mia teman baik si Gadis. Mungkin sebab Kirana seorang gadis yang sederhana tak seksi seperti Sally (bukan nama sebenar), Risa, Mira mahupun Mia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Patut pun ko jauh mengkhayal. Buat dek je masa ku masuk tadi. Ni rupa rupanye yang buat kau bermimpi ye. Tiba tiba sang teman bersuara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kau boleh tak jangan suka suka sentuh barang aku. Mahal camera ni dah tu pemberian orang pula tu. Ujar Mikael merampas Camera Nikonnya di tangan sang teman. Ekspresi wajahnya masih tampak bengang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Dan kau boleh tak jangan suka kacau orang punya” Ah …apa ku nak kisah pun. “no string attach” ucapnya separa berbisik namun jelas kedengaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Betul no string attach ni. Kalau aku cucuk jarum kau jangan marah pula.” Balas Mikael berani. Dah lama dia perhatikan Kirana sejak mereka di tahun Satu lagi. Tapi si gadis membina tembok yang maha besar untuk menjadi jurang antara mereka. Setiap kali bertemu, Si Gadis lebih rela menjadi bisu walhal suaranya semerdu buluh perindu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Aku gerenti Kirana bukan gadis yang kau puja puja Mike. She’s different. Angel in face, Devil’s in heart.” Ulas temannya. Pasti kejadian tadi masih berbisa dihatinya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Perhaps for you. Not for me. Aku pasti Devils heart yang kau cakap tu akan lembut suatu hari nanti. Just wait and see. Ucap Mikael bersungguh. Then when the time comes, jangan kau pula merayu dan kata cinta pada dia. Aku belum tentu masih boleh berkompromi lagi ataupun tak. Sambung Mikael meninggalkan temannya yang baru ingin melangkah menuju ke katil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Aku merayu pada Kirana. Over my dead body&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lantas dia berdiri mengambil camera yang dirampas Mikael dari tangannya. Perlahan dia melihat wajah Kirana satu persatu. &lt;i style=""&gt;Remember no string attach!!. &lt;/i&gt;Terngiang kata kata itu ditelinganya. Wajah Kirana unik seuniknya namanya. Orangnya kurus, keding bagai tak cukup makan. Bujur sirih, kuning langsat. Rambutnya selalu terikat kemas. Pony tail. Seketika kemudian tangannya menjadi kejang. Orang yang dipandangnya di dalam camera berubah menjadi bidadari. Image seorang gadis yang termenung pernah mengetuk pintu hatinya sebelum ini. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tanpa kaca mata pelik yang selalu menemani matanya dia kelihatan sangat cantik. Padanlah Mikael begitu khusyuk melihat hasil ciptaan tuhan ini. Padanlah “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;dia” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;juga pernah berperangai seperti Mikael dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; Sempurna. Patutlah…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Dia sememangnya bidadari!!!Mikael tunggu!!!! …..cepat cepat dia berlari mengejar Mikael yang hilang entah ke mana setelah penat bertegang urat dengannya pasal seorang gadis yang bernama Kirana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kaulah Ilham ku &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kirana memandang notepad dihadapan matanya. Kalau tadi pandangannya agak blur kini seterangnya alam. Dia tersenyum sambil membuka kaca matanya yang dah boleh diiktiraf barang Muzium. Kirana menilai wajahnya dicermin. Perlahan tangannya membuka kotak contact lens yang baru dibeli. Perlahan lahan dia memasang lens tersebut dimata kirinya. Seketika kemudian dia kembali lagi meneliti wajah. Apa nak jadi dengan kau Kirana. Kenapa kau tak nak senyum. Kenapa kau sengaja merampas seri di wajah sendiri. Siapa yang mencurinya. Dia mengeluh setelah penat bermonolog sendirian. Tiba tiba dia terfikir akan kata kata Mikael tadi. Dia tersenyum. Mikael kata dia sukakan namanya. &lt;i style=""&gt;Apasal happy sangat. Mamat tu tak cakap apa apa lagi pun. &lt;/i&gt;Hati tolonglah berhenti berdegup. Aku tak layak untuk……..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kak Kira…ada abang kat depan tu nak jumpa akak. Junior Kirana yang bersebelahan bilik mengejutkan imaginasinya. “Abang???. Siapa…..soalnya. Akak pegilah tengok handsome lah abang tu. Calon suami ke kak. Usik Juniornya lagi. Handsome!!! Sah Si Mamat Keret. Apalagi dia nak ye. Dengan hati yang panas Kirana melangkah menuju tempat yang dimaksudkan. Deheman kecil mengejutkan lamunan Mikael yang berdiri menghadap jalan raya. Seketika dia berpaling, wajah itulah yang ingin dia cari selepas mendengar komen temannya pasal mereka berdua. Dia tersenyum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kira nak terus berdiri ke atau nak ikut saya ke Café”. Pelawa si jejaka. Diam. Senyap. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tapi saya tak siap lagi ni and …..belum sempat Kirana nak pertahankan diri tangannya di tarik sang jejaka ke perut kereta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“You look just perfect. Cantik! Ucap sang jejaka ikhlas. Seperti biasa suasana bisu menjadi santapan mereka berdua. Kirana kehilangan ayat. Apasal Mikael pula yang datang bukan mamat kerek tu. Dahlah hanya memakai baby T and jeans sekerat dikatanya perfect. Rambutnya dibiarkan lepas tanpa diikat tentu kelihatan seperti &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;pontianak&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; baru keluar dari hutan. Cuma yang berbeza tiada kaca mata yang menutup wajahnya kali ini. Kanta sentuh yang terpasang pada mata sebelahnya membantu memastikan dia dapat melihat dengan betul. Namun kecewa. Pandangannya masih blur. Mikael tersenyum. She’s look cute. Tanpa kaca mata dan pony tail. She’s adorable macam teddy bear. Ingin dipeluk peluknya manusia dihadapannya tapi disebabkan hukum hakam islam tidak mengizinkan. Dia hanya mampu mengeluarkan rasa syukur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We’re here. Ucapnya. Tapi awak ni bukan Café Blues. Ni Putrajaya. Ucap Kirana. I know. Balas Mikael. Hari ini izinkan saya menculik awak untuk seketika. Terangnya. Culik!!!!Kirana mula cuak. Dahlah handphone tak bawa. At least boleh juga call Mia ataupun mamat kerek tu. Tapi mamat kerek tu nak datang ke? Sempat lagi fikirannya menerawang jauh pada Alexander Hasanoff. Mikael tergelak. Lurus bendul rupanya Kirana ni. “awak nampak comel kalau buat macam tu. Jangan buat macam tu depan orang lain terutamanya Alex. Saya akan cemburu. Balasnya memandang tepat muka Kirana. Sudahnya muka Kirana merah padam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Well better kita duduk dulu sebelum saya terus terusan menjadi mamat bunga pula. Ucap Mikael berterus terang. Awak nak makan? Soalnya. Kirana mengangguk perlahan. Awak memang lain. Gadis gadis lain dipertemuan pertama pasti akan berpuasa taknak makan sebab malu. Namun Kirana tetap Kirana. Unik. Kirana sibuk memandang kawasan persekitaran Tasik Putrajaya yang begitu indah. Angin bertiup sepoi sepoi bahasa. Keluhan berat yang diluahkan Mikael membuatkan Kirana beralih pandang. Kali ini memandang tepat wajah Mikael. Berani. Getus hati Mikael. Dia sungguh berbeza. Dia tersenyum manis. Lantas dengan lembut dia menarik tangan Kirana. Dalam terkejut Kirana menarik kembali tangannya namun enggan dilepaskan oleh Mikael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Let me just straight forward. I like you. I want to go steady with you. Oh..gosh I’m so rush. On breath man. Ucapnya menarik nafas namun tangan Kirana masih dalam genggaman. Kalau bukan Alex cakap Kirana dan dia tak apa apa hubungan, saya takkan seberani ini. Thank to Alex …..tiba tiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Yes I’m here. Sorry kacau sekali lagi petang yang romantic ini.. Ucapnya meleraikan tangan Kirana dalam genggaman Mikael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Sorryla kat bilik tadi I bengang gila. Biasalah couple bila dah argue macam macam keluar. And you young lady awak tahu yang awak dah ada saya naper tak berterus terang ngan Mike. Ucapnya sambil berpaling pada Kirana yang terkulat kulat melihat drama di hadapan matanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“So will you excuse us and thanks for the evening. Ucap Alexander pada Mikael yang dah menarik muka masam. Seketika kemudian dia berpaling lagi. Well Mike since you’re my best buddy, aku halalkan semua sentuhan. Ucapnya kerek. What …..Kirana protes. Sejak bila pula aku jadi hak milik peribadi engkau. Hatinya memberontak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Let go off me. Bentak Kirana &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; meleraikan pautan tangan Alexander Hasanoff dibahunya. Halalkan sentuhan konon. Awak ingat saya ni apa. Barang mainan….or what…………tiba tiba Hasanoff memeluk tubuh kecil Kirana. “awak cakap banyak lagi, bibir awak yang cute tu akan menjadi mangsa saya yang seterusnya so better keep quiet.” Ugutnya pada Kirana. Hish..Kirana menarik muka. Alexander Hasanoff tersenyum girang. Sessi dating senja mereka berakhir. Kata macam jantan tau takut pula. Hi…tak sia sia dia mengejar dari belakang tadi. Getus hatinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Pakai ni. Hulur si jejaka. Apa…awak nak saya. Kirana terhenti teringat ugutan Si jejaka sebentar tadi. Namun Kirana masih membebel walaupun hanya untuk diri sendiri. Tiba tiba topi keledar berganti tangan. Apa awak nak buat hah? Soal Kirana siap membuka langkah silat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“kalau awak tak reti pakai cakaplah boleh saya tolong pasangkan. Dengan selamba Si jejaka menyarungkan topi keledar pada Si gadis yang terkebil kebil. Melihat jarak muka mereka yang hanya seinci dapatlah si gadis meneliti wajah Si jejaka kerek. Tiba tiba pandangannya jatuh pada bibir si jejaka. Merah…lembab je dia pakai pelembab ke. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eh….pervertnya aku…getus hatinya sendiri. Apa yang awak buat bertengek kat situ. Hoop in. Arah Alexander Hasanoff pada Kirana yang berkhayal sendiri. Kirana masih lagi keras berdiri di tepi jalan. Awak ..takkan nak saya angkat naik motor ni. Tolonglah jangan manja sangat. Mampus saya macam ni. Usiknya. Takkan takut kot naik motor. Sambungnya lagi. Awak nak saya….belum habis Alexander Hasanoff meneruskan kata katanya Kirana dah bersedia menjadi penumpang. Nak kena ugut je. Ulas Alexander Hasanoff. Peluk pinggang tu bukan pegang. Karang tak pasal pasal accident pula kita. Sakat Alexander Hasanoff lagi memaksa Kirana memeluknya dari belakang. Apa la nasib badan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Di kejauhan Mikael terduduk. Hampa. Kenapa kau berikan aku harapan Alex. Bentak hatinya. Sakit sungguh mata bila melihat Alex tiba tiba memeluk Sang Puteri Idaman. Couple!!! Jeritnya. Just wait and see I’ll snatch her from you one day same like what you did today. Janji Mikael sambil berlalu menuju ke kereta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Disudut hati Kirana, dia bagai terpana. Alexander Hasanoff &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bagai dapat mendengar kata hatinya. Namun disisi lain dia tidak bersetuju dengan penipuan yang Alexander Hasanoff berikan pada Mikael. Tak pe esok masih ada. Akan ku terangkan segalanya pada Mikael esok. Ucapnya didalam hati sambil memeluk erat pinggang si Jejaka Kerek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Aku Berjaya!!! Aku Berjaya!!..eh best juga Kirana peluk. Amboi bukan main erat dia peluk. Sah mesti minah ni takut. Tak pe apa kata kita bawa lagi laju sambil adegan peluk peluk ni berterusan. Tapi kalau laju cepat lak nanti sampai. Aku bawa steady jelah kesian pula ngan Kirana yang ketakutan kat belakang. Tiba tiba tangan Kirana disentuh lembut oleh Si jejaka. Apa agaknya perasaan aku tika ini. Cinta???? Tak mungkin. Dendam….Yes. Itu yang semoleknya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kirana ….Kirana….ko nak peluk saya sampai bila ni. Soal Si jejaka yang bosan menunggu Sang Puteri bangun. Puas dia &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; mengejutkan tetapi tak bangun bangun juga. Akhirnya setelah hampir setengah jam bekerja keras Sang Puteri terjaga dari peraduannya. Sambil mengosok gosok mata yang sembab dan blurry, Kirana &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk berdiri tegak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Awak ok ke ni. Soalnya malas dah le letih mengejutkan minah senget ni. Sekarang pula kena pastikan dia betul betul terjaga karang tak pasal pasal ada yang tidur kat tangga. Sambil membetulkan rambutnya yang kusut akibat helmet, Kirana seraya mara ke arah Alexander yang kelihatan khayal melihatnya. “Nah hulurnya dalam keadaan mamai. Tiba tiba chupp!!! Di pipi kanan Alexander Hasanoff. Good Night sayang ucap Kirana manja, selamba dan belum menyedari perbuatannya tadi. Kirana !!! panggil Alexander Hasanoff. Dia berpaling. Sleep well and thanks for the kiss. Jeritnya membuatkan Kirana kaku. Berdiri macam patung. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“ I kiss him. Kat mana? Oh gosh..macam mana aku nak pandang wajahnya besok. I’ve kiss my enemy. My worst enemy. Getus hatinya sambil duduk mencangkuk di hadapan apartment mereka. “ Kira ..ko dah nak tukar profesion jadi peminta sedekah ke? Soal Mia yang baru pulang dari membeli makanan. “ I kiss him!!! Jerit Kirana separa kuat. Hah..you what????soal Mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan ke Rumah, Alexander Hasanoff hanya tersenyum. Kirana…hatinya masih menyebut nama gadis tersebut. Tindakan berani Kirana di luar jangkaanya. Dia masih seperti dulu. Gadis yang pernah menyisihkannya 5 tahun yang lalu. Hatinya berbunga. Namun tiba tiba padam oleh kenangan pahit itu. Dia juga tahu yang ciuman dan panggilan sayang Kirana tadi untuk orang itu. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kenangan itu juga yang menghantui hidupnya sampai bila bila. 5 tahun bukan satu jangka masa yang pendek untuknya melupakan segalanya. Kirana ….panggil hatinya lagi. Tutup selamanya untuk gadis itu. Cuma dendam yang menunjukkan belangnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; tarik nafas…siapa yang ko kiss. Kau mimpi ke ni. Are you under medication. Dah makan ubat belum. Soal Mia sambil mengambil botol ubat Kirana yang terletak di atas meja belajar. Dia tahu kawannya itu menderita. Dia juga tahu Kirana selalu dalam alam halusinasi tetapi betul ke dia mencium seseorang. Apa yang dia nampak hanyalah Kirana bersendirian di hadapan apartment mereka. Sah dia tak makan ubat lagi. “nah makan ni. Calm down and try to sleep ok” pujuk Mia. 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	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kuintai Cinta dalam Rahsia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Hai…boleh saya duduk kat sini. Tegur seorang jejaka pada gadis yang leka mengulang kaji pelajaran di library. Gadis tersebut mengangkat muka kemudian membetulkan kaca matanya. Dia mengangguk lemah sambil memandang sekeliling. Meja meja lain banyak yang kosong lagi namun rasa malas untuk bertanya membuatkan si gadis meneruskan pembacaanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Eh…apa awak buat ni” soal si gadis bila melihat jejaka tadi turut sama sibuk untuk membaca buku dihadapannya. Membaca macam apa yang awak buat. Selamba jawapannya. Bacalah buku awak tu. Ujar si gadis tu lagi. Well ..buku awak Nampak lagi best! Dengan selamba dia menjawab. Tiba tiba si jejaka berdiri. See you ucapnya sambil mengenyitkan mata pada si gadis yang kelihatan terkejut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Hai Mak Mah…Mi Sup ayam satu ye. Perut dah mula berbunyi. Penat seharian belum hilang lagi. Almaklumlah SPM dan nak dekat. Tinggal beberapa bulan lagi. Setelah membayar harga Mi Soup, Kirana bergerak ke tempat yang paling ceruk di kantin sekolah mereka. Setelah mengucap syukur, mi yang berada dihadapan mata ingin di suakan ke mulut tetapi….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Bila masanya awak ada kat depan mata saya ni” Soal Kirana pada Jejaka yang sama. Lebih dan kurang dalam masa 2 minit. Terang jejaka tersebut. Apa awak nak? Soal Kirana separa kasar. “emm…hati awak…nonono..nanti kalau awak takde hati akan jadi manusia tak berhati perut. Kalau jantung susah sikit nanti awak terus gol…balu pula saya nanti. Apa kata cinta awak. Kalau awak takde cinta saya boleh kasi. Jawapnya selamba. Awak ni tak sihat ye. Balas Kirana. “eh tolong sikit 32’C suhu badan yang normal k. Ujarnya sambil mengambil tangan Kirana untuk merasa dahinya yang tak panas. Apa ni Marah Kirana bila tangannya disentuh si Jejaka. Salam perkenalan. Apapun I’m Iskandar Zulkarnain. Not Alexander the great. Tu yang lagi sorang. Saya suka awak. Apakata kita jadi couple. Nak tak? Straight forward je lamaran cintanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Gila!!! Bentak Kirana meninggalkan kantin sekolah yang Cuma tinggal mereka berdua. Takkan tak de peluang. Kejar IZ. Kirana menggeleng. Takpe awak tak nak saya hari ni esok masih ada. Jeritnya membuatkan Kirana tersenyum. Hatinya terusik. Mamat tu pelik tapi cute. Bisik hatinya menuju ke pintu hadapan sekolah untuk melangkah pulang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Hai Kirana…Good Morning Tuan Puteri. Ucapnya pada Kirana yang kelihatan mamai di pagi hari. Well hari ni mamat pelik ni datang berdua la pulak. Takut ke? siap bawa bodyguard. As yesterday I said I never give up. Ucapnya separa berbisik ditelinga Kirana. Dia kaku melihat lagak berani si jejaka. Kenalkan Alexander Hasanoff. Ni baru Alexander The Great. Namun Kirana masih tidak ambil pusing. Kakinya tetap berjalan laju. For you….sweet like chocolate. Sebungkus Coklat Kinder Bueno diletakkan di tapak tangan Kirana bersama sepucuk &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.. Kemudian si jejaka berlalu pergi. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; ala jual mahal. Dia tersenyum. My favourite. Hatinya berbunga riang sambil perlahan membuka &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; di tangannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Love Bug&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Called her for the first time yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the missing part of me&lt;br /&gt;Felt so close, but you were so far away&lt;br /&gt;Left me without anything to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm speechless,&lt;br /&gt;over the egde just&lt;br /&gt;Breathless,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought&lt;br /&gt;That I'd catch&lt;br /&gt;This love bug again&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels,&lt;br /&gt;In the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought&lt;br /&gt;That I'd get hit by&lt;br /&gt;This love bug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get your smile out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;(i can't get you out of my mind)&lt;br /&gt;I think about your eyes all the time&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful, but you don't even try&lt;br /&gt;(you don't even, don't even try)&lt;br /&gt;Modesty is just so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm speechless,&lt;br /&gt;over the egde just&lt;br /&gt;Breathless,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought&lt;br /&gt;That I'd catch&lt;br /&gt;This love bug again&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels,&lt;br /&gt;In the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought&lt;br /&gt;That I'd get hit by&lt;br /&gt;This love bug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed her for the first time yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hihi jangan marah this one tak buat lagi !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I wish that it would be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I forgot how to speak&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless, Breathless, Baby can't you..see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm speechless,&lt;br /&gt;over the egde just&lt;br /&gt;Breathless,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought&lt;br /&gt;That I'd catch&lt;br /&gt;This love bug again&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels,&lt;br /&gt;In the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought&lt;br /&gt;That I'd get hit by&lt;br /&gt;This love bug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE BUG, AGAIN...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pervert!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lewat petang Kirana terduduk letih di tepi &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;padang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; setelah selesai latihan netball. Penatnya terasa ke seluruh sendi tulang. Tiba tiba sesuatu ditekapkan di telinganya. Lagu Geek in The Pink dendangan Jason Mraz berkumandang. Dia berpaling. Mamat ni lagi. Nah awak tentu letih. Ujarnya sambil menyerahkan sebotol air 100 plus yang belum berbuka. “Fresh from Artic” sambungnya. Tiba tiba Kirana tertawa. Funny guy. Jawapnya pendek. Anyway thanks. Ujar Kirana sambil berlalu pergi. Berhari hari si Jejaka &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk melakar mimpi mencarik impian ingin memiliki hati segadis namun si gadis tetap &lt;i style=""&gt;si Dingin Salju&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Argh…suara Kirana mendengus menahan sakit. Pandangannya jatuh pada sekumpulan gadis yang tersenyum sumbing. Puas hati aku. Ingat cantik sangat la tu. Selamba dia je nak rampas Prince. Ucap salah seorang dari mereka. Latihan bola jaring yang sepatutnya berunsurkan kesukanan bertukar menjadi pentas untuk melepas geram. Kirana diam. Dia tahu siapa yang mereka maksudkan. Kenapa Iskandar harus memilih dia sehinggakan dia yang menjadi mangsa. Kirana &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk bangun dari tempat duduknya. Namun buku lalinya terasa sakit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“awak tak apa apa? Satu suara mengejutkan keluhannya. Dia berpaling. Lelaki ini. Ingatkan Iskandar tadi. Bisik hati Kirana yang agak hampa bila melihat bukan si jejaka yang baru dikutuknya memunculkan diri.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alexander Hassanoff mengukir senyuman kepada gadis yang membuatkan temannya gila bayang. Kemudian dia menyeluk poket seluarnya. Handphone berwarna silver dikeluarkan dan segera mendial number Iskandar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Terkocoh kocoh Iskandar berlari ke &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;padang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; bola jaring. Dari kejauhan dia melihat temannya mencangkung di tepi si gadis. Dari riak muka si gadis, dia dapat menangkap akan kesakitan yang dialaminya. Kemudian dia melihat lagi pada temannya itu yang menuju ke arah sekumpulan gadis yang kelihatan begitu teruja. Sejurus selepas itu, gadis gadis tersebut berlalu dengan muka yang masam. Tak puas hati lah tu. Bisik hati Iskandar. “Apa ko cakap kat diorang”soal Iskandar setelah tiba ditepi Alexander Hasanoff. Aku bagi mereka bunga bunga cinta. Jawapnya pendek kemudian berpaling melihat Kirana yang &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk bangun dari tempat duduknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Tu…tunjuknya pada Iskandar yang &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; buat dek je pada Kirana. Saja la tu kot. Bisik hati Alexander Hasanoff. Tanpa ribut tanpa angin Iskandar mendekati Kirana dan mendukung si gadis menuju infirmary. Kirana yang pada mula terkejut melihat tindakan Iskandar &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk protes tapi akhirnya akur bila si jejaka langsung tidak memperdulikan tindak tanduknya. Alexander Hasanoff cuma mampu menggeleng. Dalam diam dia mengagumi keberanian temannya. Dia berpaling sekali lagi melihat Kirana. “she’s cute”. Merah padam mukanya menahan malu. Bisik hati kecilnya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dia juga tidak menyangka gadis yang dimaksudkan Iskandar beberapa bulan yang lalu adalah Kirana. Dia juga tidak menyangka mereka punyai citarasa yang sama. Kirana adalah orang yang sering diceritakannya pada Iskandar namun pada masa tu nama si gadis masih lagi misteri. Disebabkan rasa kasih, dia sanggup untuk memberikan amaran pada gadis gadis yang membuli gadisnya. Namun teman baiknya lebih berani untuk meluahkan cinta pada sigadis. Ahah…sampai bila ku harus mengintai cinta yang akan selamanya menjadi rahsia. Getus hatinya perlahan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Is…lembut panggilan Kirana namun Iskandar hanya diam tanpa sebarang kata kata. Awak dah tak nak cakap ngan saya lagi ke? Soal si gadis. Iskandar menarik nafas panjang. In a first place siapa yang tak nak cakap ngan siapa sekarang ni. Siapa yang buat don’t know kalau saya &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; nak mulakan conversation. Soalnya bertalu talu pada Kirana. Saya minta maaf kalau awak terasa hati tapi awak harus faham saya ….saya…terang Kirana tersekat sekat. Awak kenapa? Sakat Iskandar sambil berdiri mendekati Kirana yang &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; membalut buku lalinya. Bandage yang berada ditangan Kirana dirampas lembut oleh Iskandar. Berikan kepada yang pakar untuk balut ucapnya. Is…Kirana sekali memanggil si jejaka sambil tersenyum. Iskandar memandang maksud senyuman Kirana. “Alhamdulliah….ucapnya syukur. “Satu soalan lepas tu saya tak nak tanya lagi Soal Kirana. Dia menarik nafas. Kenapa saya? Soalnya pada sang putera yang lama menanti jawapan kasih sang puteri.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jawapan mudah. Tak de sebab. Dalam cinta kenapa harus ada sebab untuk menyintai seseorang. Hati saya dah kata cinta. So rasanya tak de sebab yang boleh saya berikan kenapa saya mencintai awak. Sambungnya serius. Well dah puas hati ngan jawapan jom balik. Awak dah boleh jalan sekarang atau awak nak saya dukung lagi ke? Ajaknya sambil mengusik pada sang puteri yang baru bersetuju untuk menjadi kekasih hati. “Kirana …..Thank you. Sambungnya sambil memberikan senyuman yang paling manis buat si gadis. Don’t thank me. Tapi janji yang kita   score for SPM ya. Saya takut ..awak ngan saya ah.. Kirana pula yang mula memberikan kata pujangga yang tersekat sekat sekali. “That’s my girl,  best student ever” ucapnya seolah olah memberikan public speech. Kirana tersenyum. Dalam kedinginan petang, dua hati bertaut erat seerat cinta yang baru bersemi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Di keheningan malam, Kirana terjaga dari mimpi panjang. Airmatanya bercucuran. Is….I miss u so much. Kenapa tinggalkan Kira saat teman baik Is buli Kira. Dia teresak. Gambar dia tersenyum manis sambil didakap erat si jejaka didekatkan ke dada. Perlahan matanya ditutup rapat semula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kirana Vs Alexander Hasanoff Vs Mikael&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Mikael…jerit Kirana dari jauh yang kelihatan manis berbaju kurung tanpa kaca matanya lagi. Mikael berpaling mengikut arah namanya dipanggil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Saya minta maaf atas kekasaran Hasanoff semalam. Ucapnya pada Mikael sambil &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk menerangkan sesuatu pada Mikael yang setia menanti butir bicara Kirana. Actually, saya bukan kekasih dia dan takkan mungkin akan jadi kekasih dia. Terang Kirana sambil menarik nafas panjang. Saya juga tak mungkin akan bercinta. Ikhlas saya katakan ini bukan disebabkan Hasanoff. Sayu Kirana menuturkannya. Harap awak faham. Ujarnya meninggalkan Mikael yang terpinga pinga. Aku takkan mungkin mencintai Hasanoff. Melihatkan dia Kirana terpandang Is. Mencintainya bermakna Kirana masih memuja Is. Tapi bagaiman dengan janjinya terhadap Iskandar. Amanat yang masih lagi membebankannya. Dia mengeluh berat menuju ke IT Lab. Pasti jejaka itu menantikan dia di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Suasana sunyi IT Lab memberikan jawapan bahawa jejaka itu tidak ada di situ. Dia tak datang sebab semalam ke? Suara hatinya berbisik. Kirana mengeluh kecil. Tangannya pantas membuka computer di hadapan mata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kenapa awak tak boleh bercinta? Soal Mikael yang tiba tiba muncul dihadapannya. Hati Kirana berdegup pantas seperti pertama kali dia ditemukan dengan Iskandar. Awak isteri orang ke? Soalnya lagi tak berpuas hati. Kirana diam namun menahan getar didada. Awak tunang orang ke? Soalnya lagi. Kirana masih mendiamkan diri. Kirana selagi awak tak cakap saya takkan berhenti menyoal awak. Sambung Mikael lagi. Tiba tiba Kirana memegang kedua belah telinganya. Tolong jangan paksa saya lagi. Tolonglah Mikael. Tolong jauhkan diri dari saya. Tangan saya ni penuh dengan darah. Saya pembunuh!!!jerit Kirana meninggalkan Mikael dengan 1001 persoalan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“awak dah puas hati? Satu suara mengejutkan Mikael dari arah belakang. Dia kenal tuan empunya suara itu. Dah berapa lama awak kat situ. Earsdropping perbualan orang? Kasar suara Mikael membalasnya. Aku sampai dulu dari korang berdua. Relax bro jangan angin dulu. Ucap Alexander sambil mengambil kerusi untuk duduk berdepan dengan Mikael yang kelihatan bengang. Aku juga kenal Kirana lebih lama dari kau. Terangnya sambil merenung wajah Mikael yang agak terkejut. Alexander Hasanoff menarik nafas panjang. She’s my bestfriend fiance. Sambungnya lagi mematikan telahaan yang akan Mikael utarakan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Fiance? Kalau betul pun apsal kau peluk dia ari tu and mengaku dia girlfriend ko. Soal Mikael lagi. “She’s deserve that. Dia tak sepatutnya happy ngan cinta baru sedangkan Iskandar ….cepat Alexander mematikan kata katanya yang berbaur dendam. Siapa Iskandar dan naper ngan dia. Soalnya Mikael semakin teruja ingin tahu cerita sebenar. Siapa dia? Kenalkan dialah kekasih pujaan Kirana. Kekasih yang Kirana tinggalkan. Kekasih yang Kirana biarkan bersemadi sedalam 7 kaki. Kekasih yang Kirana …..tiba tiba ayatnya mati di situ. Matanya terarah pada pintu IT Lab. Kirana berdiri kaku. Kemudian kakinya melangkah laju menuju pada Alexander. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Pang !!! awak tak layak mengadili cinta saya dan Iskandar. Jeritnyanya pada Alexander Hasanoff yang &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk mengungkai memori lamanya. Tujuan asal untuk menerangkan tindak tanduknya terhadap Mikael terbantut. Kata kata yang baru didengar dari Alexander Hasanoff terlalu dalam dan menguris luka lama yang &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk ditutupnya selama 5 tahun. Selepas tu kakinya bergerak mengikut angin lalu membawanya ke destinasi yang mungkin asing padanya kini tetapi tidak pada 5 tahun yang lalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; Rashidah Utama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;pergilah kasih..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;kejarlah keinginan mu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;selagi masih ada waktu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;jangan hiruakan diriku…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;aku rela berpisah demi untuk dirimu &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;semoga tercapai segala keinginanmu……!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dia masih duduk berteleku di tepi pusara yang telah lama ditinggalkannya. Surah Yasin  masih lagi setia ditangan. Sekali sekala kelihatan dia mengelap airmata yang basah dipipi. Baru beberapa jam lalu kawasan pusara itu turut dibanjiri dengan tangisan keluarga keluarga yang baru kehilangan seseorang yang penting dalam hidup mereka. Dia masih lagi static. Tangannya masih membersihkan kawasan sekeliling pusara tersebut. Matanya kini tertumpu pada batu nisan. &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Iskandar Zulkarnain. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nama yang indah itu tertulis dibatu nisan yang seakan pudar dimamah usia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Maafkan Kira. Dah lama Kira tak datang jenguk. Dia tersendu sambil tangannya seolah olah membelai seseorang yang amat dikasihi. Dedaun kering yang menghiasi pusara dikutip perlahan. “Is ….cepat sangat Is tinggalkan Kira. Cepat sangat….ucapnya sekali &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;disisi pusara orang yang pernah dikasihinya suatu tika dulu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Ini awak punya pasal. Entah Kirana dah pergi mana? Marah Mia pada Alexander Hasanoff sementelah itu kelihatan Mikael &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; menghubungi seseorang. Any luck? Soal Mia pada Mikael. Dia menggeleng. Should we inform someone? Admin ke atau parents Kira? Soal Mikael lagi. Jangan ….Kira yang susah nanti. Jawab Mia cepat. Susah?? Ulang Mikael membuatkan Alexander Hasanoff mengangkat muka memandang Mia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apsal la mulut aku ni celupar sangat…getus hati Mia. Dua alien kat depan dia ni dah pandang macam minta penjelasan dari Mia. Apa aku nak cakap. Kirana mana la ko time ni? Mia bermonolog sendirian. Care to explain tiba tiba Alexander Hasanoff berdiri di depan Mia. Sah!!! Aku kena culik. Macam mana ni…..Mia tersepit antara sahabat dan kebenaran. Namun akhirnya……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“ Kirana sakit. &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Severe Depression&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Alhamdulliah dia bukan mental. Cuma ada ketika dia hallucinate. Ingat dia dah sembuh tetapi semalam rasanya it’s back. Mia jumpa dia mamai kat bawah apartment and mumbling about kissing someone. Bila Mia check ubat yang sepatutnya diambil setiap hari is not even touch. Terang Mia. Mikael diam manakala Alexander menunjukkan kerut seribu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Things happen when I was in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; a few years back. Kirana fall in love ngan this guy. Dua dua family dah setuju nak satukan after that tup tup tau je that guy passed away. Kirana tak citer banyak pasal hal ni. Dia berubah jadi pendiam. Her parents thought is just a norm changes for a girl who losing someone. But it’s even worst bila satu malam tu parents dia jumpa Kirana suicide. Dia telan almost 100 pills. Start dari situ dia mula hallucinate. Cakap sendiri. Till today pun kadang nampak dia pegang that photo. Bila Mia Tanya pasal cinta atau boyfriend. She said &lt;i style=""&gt;“I have made a promise. &lt;/i&gt;Sambung Mia sambil berpaling melihat dua jejaka yang setia mendengar ceritanya. Hilang???? Tadi kata nak tau the truth. Marah Mia bila mendapati dia bercakap seorang diri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“awak rasa bersalah sekarang &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;…marah Mikael pada temannya yang tiba tiba bergerak meninggalkan Mia. Don’t you dare touch her. Marah Mikael lagi. Jangan risau aku akan serahkan dia pada Mia &lt;i style=""&gt;safe and sound.&lt;/i&gt; Balasnya sambil menghidupkan enjine motornya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Assalamualaikum….satu suara mengejutkan Kirana dari alam mimpi. &lt;i style=""&gt;Kira !!!! Kira!!! Bangun sayang…..&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;maafkan Is sebab tak sempat menunaikan janji kita. Is happy akhirnya Kira datang juga. Is rasa bahagia sebab cinta kita dan kasih sayang Kira pada Is. Maafkan Is kalau Is pernah membuatkan Kira sedih namun janji pada Is teruskan hidup sayang and please don’t blame yourself. Sorry coz I fail to protect you………&lt;/i&gt;suara yang dirindui itu bagaikan mengejutkannya dari tidur yang panjang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Assalamualaikum……nak….bangun!!!! Kirana terjaga dari tidur yang panjang. Apsal anak tidur kat kawasan tanah perkuburan ni. Dah senja ni. Tak elok lama lama kat sini. Hujah Pakcik yang baru saja mengejutkan Kirana dari tidurannya. Dia terkejut bila melihat seorang gadis terbaring seolah memeluk seseorang namun “seseorang yang dimaksudkan adalah kubur yang kelihatan seperti baru dibersihkan. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Saya penjaga kebajikan orang orang yang ada kat sini. Kirana memandang Pakcik tersebut sekali lagi. Buat lawak pula orang tua ni. Terima kasih Pakcik sekejap lagi saya balik. Saya nak duduk lama sikit lagi. Ucap Kirana seraya membuka semula surah yasin yang dibawa tadi. Baiklah tapi jangan lelama sangat lagipun nak senja ni. Pakcik pegi dulu. Assalamualaikum. Kirana mengangguk lembut. Jam menunjukkan pukul &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="17" st="on"&gt;5.30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. Kira bangun dari tempat duduknya . Nisan kaku dikucup lembut. Selamat tinggal sayang. Kira dah lama maafkan Is. Maaf sebab ambil masa yang lama untuk datang jumpa Is. Kira akan meneruskan kehidupan Kira but it wont be the same without you Ucapnya lagi separa berbisik. Dia berpaling menuju keluar dari kawasan tanah perkuburan islam. Mukanya sayu dan sembab mungkin disebabkan airmatanya begitu murah untuk mengalir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kirana…..!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Maafkan aku kerna mencintainya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Bulat mata Kirana bila terpandang Alexander dihadapannya. Sepantas kilat Alexander Hasanoff menarik Kirana dalam pelukkannya. Kirana kaku. Panic dengan tindakan sepontan Alexander yang tiba tiba muncul. I’m sorry ….i’m really sorry. Ucapnya lembut ditelinga Kirana. Kemudian dengan lembut dia meleraikan pelukkan. Kakinya melangkah lemah menuju pusara sahabat baiknya. Sahabat yang pernah berjanji untuk menikmati kejayaan bersama sama. Tangannya pantas memanjatkan doa mohon kesejahteraan pada sahabatnya agar dia ditempatkan dengan orang orang yang beriman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Hai Is…. Airmata yang ingin meluncur keluar di tahan. Rindu dia ingin berbual, bergelak ketawa namun semuanya itu kini hanyalah impian yang tak mungkin akan tercapai. Lama dia berteleku di sisi pusara teman baiknya itu. Seketika dia berpaling ke arah Kirana yang mendiamkan diri di sisinya. Mukanya kelihatan sembab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Jom.. Ajak Alexander Hasanoff. Apa tujuan awak&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ke sini. Soal Kirana Sarkastik. Maafkan aku Kira, aku terlalu mengikut emosi. Jawabnya perlahan namun matanya tak lepas dari memandang Kirana. Awak!! Saya nak awak berjanji yang awak takkan muncul di hadapan saya selepas berakhirnya project kita nanti. Saya terpaksa akur sebab kita satu kumpulan dalam project ini. Jangan sampai nanti hilang rasa hormat saya pada awak. Lagi satu awak sahabat Iskandar, sahabat baiknya. I hope you remember that. Lancar Kirana menuturkan kata kata tanpa tersekat sekat. Alexander hanya mampu mendiamkan diri. Memang salahnya. Memang dia yang patut dipersalahkan. Namun jika dia harus menjarakkan diri bagaimana janji pada Arwah Iskandar. 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kirana cepatlah. Orang lain dah sibuk menuju ke Dewan Cempaka. Yang Cik Kirana kita masih terhegeh hegeh lagi ni naper? Soal Mia. Kirana senyum. Yelah …yelah orang datang lah ni. Seketika kemudian wajah Mikael muncul di hadapan mereka berdua. Dia tersenyum. Dah siap ke? Soalnya pada Mia dan Kirana. Senyuman dibibir kedua gadis itu masih terukir melihat wajah Mikael terutamanya Kirana. Masih terimbas bagaimana Mikael merayu dia untuk menjadi kekasih dan bagaimana dia menolak dan mencadangkan Mia memandangkan Mia memang menyintai Mikael sedari dulu lagi. Syukur dengan ketentuannya yang Maha Esa telah memberikan hikmah yang tak ternilai harga. Mikael dan Mia telah selamat diijabkabulkan sehari sebelum majlis Konvokesyen mereka. Match make yang Kirana cadangkan setahun yang lalu membuahkan hasil yang murni. &lt;b style=""&gt;Ikatan perkahwinan&lt;/b&gt;. Kirana menganalisa sekitar &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; untuk mencari bayang yang dirindunya. Iskandar Zulkarnain…..itulah insan yang ingin sekali ditemui namun apakan daya ……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Berkhayal nampak? Majlis dah nak mula dah. Kejut Mia. Seri pengantin baru masih terpancar diwajah Mia. Inai dijari tampak merah. Kirana menggeleng. Semua orang bergembira. Namun aku?....Oh ya Suamiku yang tercinta cakap tadi, Hasanoff nak datang singgah nak congrats para para graduan yang berjaya. Usik Mia. You ok with it &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Sambungnya lagi. Kirana mengangguk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sejak peristiwa itu juga, Jejaka itu memencil diri. Tanpa berita tanpa perkhabaran. Tahu je last day untuk presentation project juga adalah last dia kat UNI. Kirana menarik nafas. Agaknya masa tu aku terlalu menuruti perasaan. Benci sekaligus dingin terhadapnya. Namun mengapa tika dia pergi hati terasa sakit seperti masa Iskandar pergi meninggalkannya untuk selamanya. Kirana membetulkan sanggul rambut French twist yang berserabut. Mungkin mindanya turut terganggu. Bagaimana agaknya penerimaan Hasanoff terhadapnya nanti. Dah berbuih mulut Mia menasihatkannya untuk melupakan segala permasalahaan di antara mereka. Namun hatinya keras sehingga menyebabkan dia pergi untuk selamanya. Seketika dewan bertukar gamat. Nama nama graduan dipanggil untuk menerima hasil kerja keras mereka.Kirana tersenyum. Lega rasanya bila hasilnya membuahkan keputusan yang membanggakan. Ijazah yang digulung berikat riben kuning dipandang. Kakinya mula mengorak langkah meninggalkan Dewan Cempaka dan meninggalkan teman teman yang galak berborak bertukar cerita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Rambut yang bersanggul tadi dibiarkan lepas ke bahu. Kakinya terhenti di Taman Botani. Di sini dia pernah melepaskan geram. Kenangan itu mengimbau difikirkan. Betapa keanak anakan sikapnya ketika itu. Kirana kemudian melabuhkan punggungnya disalah sebuah kerusi kayu. Bibirnya masih mengukir senyuman. Agaknya kalau Iskandar masih hidup tentu corak hidup mereka berubah. Mungkin berkahwin ataupun sudah bergelar ibu dan ayah. Lembut dia mengerling cincin dijari. Cincin emas putih pemberian Iskandar masih terletak indah dijari manisnya. Dari hari pertama Iskandar menyarungkan cincin tersebut dijarinya tidak pernah sekalipun cincin tersebut bertukar tempat. Jari itulah yang setia menjadi teman sang cincin. Suasana sedih menyelubungi sekitar Taman Botani. Senyap. Kirana terus hanyut dalam khayalan cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Assalamualaikum…….satu suara mengejutkan dunia mimpinya. Kirana masih mendiamkan diri. “apa khabar? Tahniah….sambung suara tu lagi. Kirana berpaling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Iskandar!!!! Nama itu yang keluar dari mulutnya sambil suasana bertukar menjadi gelap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Selepas itu keadaan menjadi sunyi dan suara yang menegurnya tadi sayup sayup kedengaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Is there a room in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kira dah ok ke? Tup tup je boom jatuh ke tanah. Sapa Mia yang menjadi orang pertama Kirana lihat setelah sedar dari pengsan. Kirana masih lagi diam. Fikirannya masih melayang pada kejadian di Taman Botani. Jelas dia melihat Iskandar yang menegurkannya sambil memberikan senyuman manis. Dia begitu pasti bila melihat baju kemeja Biru DR Cardin dan Slack Hitam yang menjadi kegemaran Iskandar. Mia disebelah masih lagi membebel. Kirana masih seperti tadi. Hatinya bagai digaru. Apakah ertinya ini. Seketika pintu biliknya ditutup menyebabkan khayalan Kirana terhenti. Pakaian hospital yang berwarna hijau dipandang lembut. I need air….fresh air. Jerit hatinya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dari tadi matanya memerhatikan kanak kanak yang girang berlari lari di taman permainan. Berhadapan tasik yang luas terbentang menyebabkan landscape &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;King&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; begitu cantik dipandang. Iskandar…jerit hatinya. Iskandar…tangis hatinya. Dia masih lagi duduk di kerusi sambil menganalisa diri. Aku dah jadi pesakit mental ke sekarang ni? Soalnya lagi. Nah…sekotak minuman milo dihulur. Tak sangka jumpa awak dalam corak pertemuan yang pelik. Usiknya. Kirana masih diam membisu. Awak….menangis je. Rasanya saya masih mampu bertahan mendengar tangisan awak. Lembut je suaranya menusuk ke telinga Kirana. Seketika Kirana berpaling menghadap Alexander Hassanoff. Kali ini wajahnya bukan lagi bayangan wajah Iskandar seperti di Taman Botani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Macam mana saya nak lupakan dia….tiba tiba Kirana bersuara. Macam nak lupakan dirinya kalau bayangnya sentiasa muncul. Sambung Kirana lagi. Mutiara jernih mula menuruni pipi mulus milik Kirana. Tolonglah beritahu bagaimana saya nak melupakan dia walaupun dia telah lama pergi. Esakkan yang tadi perlahan menjadi semakin kuat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Kita kahwin? Tiba tiba persoalan itu yang keluar dari mulut Hasanoff. Kirana terpana. Dia meneliti wajah yang dibenci 2 tahun yang lalu. Wajah matang yang sentiasa menjadi idaman para para gadis di kampus mereka. Saya serius Kirana. Sudikah awak jadi isteri saya? Soalnya lagi. Kirana masih terdiam. Bagai terbayang kembali di saat akhir sebelum Iskandar menghembuskan nafas terakhir. Amanat terakhirnya adalah untuk menerima Hasanoff sebagai suami menggantikkan dirinya. Kini amanat tersebut berulang kembali. Airmata Kirana mengalir deras namun tiada suara yang dapat terkeluar dari peti suaranya. Hasanoff mengerti dan seraya itu kakinya melangkah untuk meninggalkan Kirana yang kelihatan keliru dan terkejut akan perkhabaran yang diucapkan olehnya sebentar tadi. Sungguh dia rasa sakit, sungguh dia rasa kecewa. Dua kali rasanya dia dikecewakan oleh orang yang sama. Pertama, apabila dia terlewat untuk mengucapkan kata cinta dan cintanya tewas ditangan sahabat baiknya sendiri. Kini, gadis yang sama mengecewakannya di tangan orang yang sama. Iskandar kuasa cintamu begitu kuat sehingga aku sendiri tidak mampu untuk mengalahkannya. Bisik hati kecil Hasanoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Hasanoff…panggil Kirana membuatkan langkah kakinya terhenti. Kita manusia beradat. Kalau ikhlas, hujung minggu ni saya tunggu ibu ayah awak datang ke rumah. Ujar Kirana perlahan. “awak!!!!! Jeritnya terkejut dan lantas dia tersenyum manis. Hujung minggu ni insyallah mak ayah akan sampai ke rumah awak tapi bila ada kat &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; jangan awak halau sudahlah. Usiknya pada Kirana yang tertunduk malu. Airmata yang bersisa di seka oleh jemari Hasanoff. “Terima Kasih untuk segala galanya. Terima kasih untuk penerimaan cinta saya pada awak walaupun saya tahu awak sukar untuk melupakan bayangan Is. Terima kasih Kirana. Ucapnya sambil jemari Kirana digenggam erat. Kirana menggeleng kepala. Hasanoff hairan melihat tindak tanduk Kirana. Awak yang buat saya berubah. Saya menolak cinta lain kerana saya merasakan perasaan itu dalam diri tapi saya mengubahnya menjadi benci. Tetapi awak kejam. Awak hina saya, awak buli saya dan awak dendami saya bila saya jumpa kebahagiaan saya sendiri. Awak buat saya menderita dan rindu. Ucap Kirana tanpa malu dalam versi pengakuan cinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sepantas kilat Kirana berada dalam pelukkan Hasanoff. Ubun ubun kepalanya dikucup lembut oleh Hasanoff. Maafkan saya Kirana. Semua ini kerana dendam. Semuanya sebab kita menyayangi orang yang sama. Dalam keterpaksaan saya terpaksa belajar untuk membenci awak bila saya lihat awak dapat meneruskan hidup tatkala sahabat saya terbujur kaku. Terangnya. Airmata Kirana kembali mengalir. Kirana ….saya memang dah lama menyintai awak malah sebelum Is mengenali awak lagi saya dah menjadi pencinta rahsia. Tetapi perasaan cinta saya terpaksa saya kuburkan bila Is benar benar jatuh cinta dan semakin hari kebahagiaan makin terserlah pada awak berdua. Kirana…saya memang ….saya tahu memang payah tetapi bolehkah awak belajar untuk membuka pintu hati awak untuk saya? Soalnya pada Kirana yang masih kemas dalam pelukkan. Dua tahun yang lalu awak telah menyeksa saya dengan rindu, dengan perasaan dendam tetapi hati ini tak dapat untuk menipu. Saya jadi addicated untuk mendekati awak menyakiti awak sekadar untuk mendapat perhatian awak Kirana. Sambungnya lagi sambil tangan Kirana ditarik menuju ke bangunan Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Nak ke mana? Soal Kirana melihat genggaman erat tangan Hasanoff seolah olah tidak ingin meleraikan jemarinya. Bawa awak pulang. Tak sanggup saya biarkan orang kesayangan bersendirian di sini. Ucapnya pendek. Dalam keadaan kelam kabut tiba tiba wajah Mia dan Mikael terhidang dihadapan mereka berdua. Mia dah tersenyum sumbing begitu juga Mikael. “ Dah berdamai ke? Soal Mia. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; kalau dari dulu macam ni &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; bagus tak de lah perang dunia setiap hari. Usik Mia sambil dipersetujui oleh Mikael. “Macam dah boleh hidu nasi minyak lah sayang” sambung Mia mengusik Kirana dan Hasanoff. Mikael segera mendekati Hasanoff dan menepuk bahunya. “jaga Kirana elok elok&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alex. Aku dah lama surrender kat Ko. Dari dulu aku tahu ko minat kat dia. Usik Mikael pada Hasanoff. Dia tersenyum sumbing sambil mengambil jemari Kirana dan kemudian dikucup lembut. “ Woi beromantik pula mengalahkan kami yang baru kahwin ni. Tolonglah…” Mia sibuk menambah. “Kira I’m happy for you. At last I’m not going to worry 24/7. Bisik Mia ditelinga Kirana. Sorry Mia, I make you worry. Tiba tiba Kirana memeluk sahabat baiknya sambil titisan mutiara mula membasahi pipi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pengantin lelaki dah sampai. Jerit Mak Andam yang sibuk memberitahu pihak perempuan. Kirana duduk berteleku sambil meneliti jari manisnya yang terhias cincin pertunangan antara dia dengan Alexander Hasanoff sebulan yang lalu. “Kira…saat saat ini yang sentiasa Is nantikan bila mana Kira dah sah menjadi milik Is” tiba tiba satu suara halus menusuk ke telinga Kirana. Dia berpaling. Wajah lelaki itu tersenyum manis. Air matanya jatuh untuk ke sekian kalinya. “ terima kasih kerana menjaga amanat Is dan terima kasih kerana cinta Kira pada Is tak pernah pudar. Jangan menangis sayang. Is izinkan Kira untuk mencari kebahagiaan yang Is tak mampu berikan. Selamat tinggal sayangku. Ucapnya dalam remang cahaya matahari yang menyusup masuk ke dalam bilik Kirana. Lembut tangannya Kirana salam dan kucup tanda perpisahan akhirnya terjadi antara mereka. Cincin emas putih yang terletak cantik di jari akhirnya terlucut buat pertama kalinya. Abang….hanya itu yang Kirana mampu ucapkan sambil airmatanya jatuh ke pipi. Kira…Kira… kejut Mia yang masuk ke dalam bilik. “ Ko ni sempat membuta pula. Pengantin lelaki kejap lagi nak masuk batalkan air sembahyang. Terang Mia sambil membetulkan selendang yang terletak indah di kepala Kirana. Dia tersenyum dan sehinggalah saat Hasanoff mengucup ubun ubun kepalanya untuk kesekian kalinya dia masih tersenyum. Dalam kesibukan dia bagaikan terlihat Wajah Iskandar Zulkarnian yang tersenyum padanya. Aku akan bahagia Is. Aku janji. Bisik hati kecil Kirana sambil melihat pada Hasanoff yang juga tersenyum manis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/7444424475497372196-8556311077657173358?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8556311077657173358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=8556311077657173358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8556311077657173358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8556311077657173358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/02/hanya-kau-kirana.html' title='Hanya Kau Kirana.....❤ ❤ ❤ ❤'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S3fWlJsgPhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4086rW3IsFI/s72-c/Goo+Hye+Sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-2426465293159634162</id><published>2010-01-19T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:23:44.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>The Man Who Can't Be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S1UlmwESQYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4hDwfIpZgQY/s1600-h/Silhouettes+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S1UlmwESQYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4hDwfIpZgQY/s400/Silhouettes+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428286273533133186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;                     &lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag. I'm not gonna move,&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money they don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not... broke I'm just a broken hearted man,&lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I've been in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says son you can't stay here,&lt;br /&gt;I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,&lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy&lt;br /&gt;Whos waiting on a girl...&lt;br /&gt;Oohoohwoo&lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;But a big hole in his world...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner...&lt;br /&gt;Cos you'll know it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat in background]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nota Kaki: kes cinta yang terputus di tengah jalan.....hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7444424475497372196-2426465293159634162?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/2426465293159634162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=2426465293159634162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2426465293159634162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2426465293159634162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/01/man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Moved'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/S1UlmwESQYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4hDwfIpZgQY/s72-c/Silhouettes+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-6769153298497709828</id><published>2010-01-02T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:03:44.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>New Year 2010, My Anniversay &amp; First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sz9sgfoX0ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/PL2WU6QkpB0/s1600-h/first-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sz9sgfoX0ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/PL2WU6QkpB0/s400/first-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422171781879812498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We were both young when i first saw you......well for this fresh New Year i  think it's not a good start for me. Exactly as 1200am on the 1st Jan, I've celebrating my 4th year wedding anniversary alone...I repeat myself alone. No one called husband to accompany me that night. I wanted to cry I wanted to shout i even wanted to scolded him but then i calm my self and tried to come back to reality that not every thing that we've arrange can be fulfilled as we wanted. I'm practically sad till now till this time also I'm still hurt. I know he did not mean too but because of his responsibility towards work make him do this to me. So what should i say " Hail to 2010" even I'm broken hearted....Well i guess I'm always unlucky when it's come to love... I hate Love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I said that, First cut was the deepest hurt that I've felt. Both of us so lovey dovey suddenly just because a friend that really don't like our relationship I've to close the chapter of our love story....but thank god I've met my savior....guest the lyrics it's true I been so young when i first saw him and fell in love. But I'm being so mature when i met my Man and again falling truly madly deeply in love....Babe i know you never mean it and now i also know you trying very hard to fix my pain...but i still need a room to console my broken heart. Just give me a time and space...I'll be okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-6769153298497709828?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/6769153298497709828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=6769153298497709828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6769153298497709828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6769153298497709828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010-my-anniversay-first-love.html' title='New Year 2010, My Anniversay &amp; First Love'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sz9sgfoX0ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/PL2WU6QkpB0/s72-c/first-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7271261865769669356</id><published>2009-12-25T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:51:47.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minda berjalan'/><title type='text'>Merry X'MAS !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SzRS7WWHMbI/AAAAAAAAALk/2Qwr7mkXyg8/s1600-h/christmas_snoopy-11420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SzRS7WWHMbI/AAAAAAAAALk/2Qwr7mkXyg8/s400/christmas_snoopy-11420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419047431197634994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ho!!! Ho!!! Ho!!! ......&lt;br /&gt;So today I started my writing with Christmas Mood. But at the same it's remind me of those old stories that all the whole world know....Tsunami in Acheh and "Ribut Greg" in Sabah. Both of this catastrophic happen during the night of a holy Xmas....Even though is already inside the history but the it's still became a deepest wound inside some many hearts in the world. Right...i don't want to spoil the Christmas mood today with my sad stories that have touch so many people in the world but my pray and hope that let this be a hardest lesson for us and to remind us when the time's is up and the judgement day is arrive is no place for us to escape......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7271261865769669356?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7271261865769669356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7271261865769669356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7271261865769669356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7271261865769669356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry X&apos;MAS !!!'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SzRS7WWHMbI/AAAAAAAAALk/2Qwr7mkXyg8/s72-c/christmas_snoopy-11420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-391505937323789740</id><published>2009-12-11T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:57:38.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corat Coret'/><title type='text'>Corak Coret Hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SyI_vdvgikI/AAAAAAAAALc/Qnai74oe314/s1600-h/inai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SyI_vdvgikI/AAAAAAAAALc/Qnai74oe314/s400/inai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413959786723052098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah nak coret apa kat diari berjalan aku ni kan. Teringat jap akan hal keje, macam macam benda ada lucu, sedih ada, happy semuanya. Transformasi diri nampaknya memberikan sinar harapan well walau pun hanya nampak cahaya kelip kelip jer at least orang yang soon to be my superior tu setuju akan perpindahan aku ke tempatnya and memberikan sokongan penuh. Masalahnya sekarang hanya "our Lady Boss" yang buat ala ala tau tak tau jer padahal surat cintaku dah sampai ke tangan tuan punya diri. Kalau la aku ni manusia yang tak de adab, aku ikut jer prosedur yang sepatutnya tapi memandangkan ada dah keja lama ngan dia kira nak berbahasa basi la kunun mengenai pengunduran diriku ini. Namun konklusinya sangat menghampakan. Benarnya kata orang " perempuan kekadang tak pernah matang especially when emotional feels involve" susahlah macam ni. Well kita tinggalkan citer keje aku yang boring gile and not healthy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepat ari ni aku rasa dah seminggu aku meluahkan juga my emotional breakdown pasal kes kawin kawin tu kan. Well malam ni sepatutnya "Malam berinai" buat empunya diri...Aku happy ngan kebahagiaan dia. Tapi kekadang confuse juga yelah sehari sebelum bergelar suami orang, he rang me again. Entahlah apa yang dia nak tanya tapi tak cakap apapun....just leave me with question mark...berbirat kat hati. Ehem...susah betullah nak predict orang punya mentaliti. Lupakan kes dia sebab kurang dari 24 jam dia dah menempuh alam kehidupan yang baru. Namun pintaku ikhlas seikhlasnya, please be happy and don't call me anymore, i'm not a part time psychiatry to heal any of your unconditional love towards your self or you love one. Hemmm... Kesinambungan kes ni, kawan yg merangkap telinga kiri ku yelah tempat aku meluahkan isi hati, isi perut dan segala usus usus bercerita pasal love at first sight...lucu and excited luahannya mungkin dia tak menyangka dalam waktu macam ni boleh plak jadi terjatuh terus ke hati. "frenz selagi kita masih bergelar manusia benda benda ni normal lain la kalau kita dah bertukar jadi alien. Hahaha....Cupid stroke the arrow once again to you my dear friend but this time on the first strike....indah kan. Aku pun pernah rasa perasaan tu tapi seperti biasa it's not happy ending. Aku ni kepala batu...ego plus tau jaga air muka sendiri je. Orang tu pun sama juga tu lah jadinya "bebola daging" akhirnya saat tu " I'm always dreaming of you....... but not this time cos I'm a realistic person so I'm always stick to the reality that I've step in. Bunyi macam hypocrite and ego tapi tu lah kebenaran sebuah kehidupan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-391505937323789740?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/391505937323789740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=391505937323789740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/391505937323789740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/391505937323789740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/12/entah-nak-coret-apa-kat-diari-berjalan.html' title='Corak Coret Hidup'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SyI_vdvgikI/AAAAAAAAALc/Qnai74oe314/s72-c/inai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3811127314639109846</id><published>2009-12-03T22:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:21:39.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>Congratulation....Chukahamnida.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SxfXY270E9I/AAAAAAAAALU/P6bSAnb-NnI/s1600-h/gatosboda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SxfXY270E9I/AAAAAAAAALU/P6bSAnb-NnI/s400/gatosboda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411030299372164050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't know  how to start my writing today. How do I express my feeling? Well I'm  quite a secretive girl in person but today my feeling quite mixed up  with emotional and rational so end up I'm become sub conscious with my  own feeling and mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Out of the blue yesterday I've called up my so call Ex's to say  hi suddenly the Hi's became emotional breakdown between the two of us.  He started to ask so many personal things that end's up to all the  question that related to the things that call Wedding. I've guess i have  caught up in the situation that I've called "a wrong place in a wrong  time". But don't get me wrong, the wedding bell is not for me it's for  him...Congratulation in a first place my dear friend. It's really hard  for me to say this to you but for your happiness and love life, please  take good care of your love one. Be serious this time and the most  important things is be a good husband. Please forget all the past that  we have shared together. I've been move on since the last time we have our  last talk and back to reality that both of us we're not be meant to  be together. Maybe I was not good choice for you or perhaps you were so  good to me that I was not deserved for your kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;From the bottom of my heart, I really  happy that you have finally find someone that can take care and love you  not like i do. Because of a calls that I've made yesterday, I've totally regretted it. Please  don't change your mind, forget me, no cold feet cos I can hear the  wedding bell around the corner for you. Lucky for me you don't choose my  favorite number to be your special day if not hate me if I'm saying you  still can't forget our past. Please don't be a runaway groom if not I  will not only hate you but will forever and ever vanish for the rest of  our life........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once  again, congratulation...Omedeto....chukahamnida, Be the most Handsome Groom and the happiest Man alive on your wedding day.....&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/7444424475497372196-3811127314639109846?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3811127314639109846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3811127314639109846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3811127314639109846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3811127314639109846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-know-how-to-start-my-writing-today.html' title='Congratulation....Chukahamnida.....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SxfXY270E9I/AAAAAAAAALU/P6bSAnb-NnI/s72-c/gatosboda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-6163813465438986724</id><published>2009-11-15T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:54:46.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luahan Rasa'/><title type='text'>Bebola Daging ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sv9tZCLs0oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pLSEM-cmizw/s1600-h/bakso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sv9tZCLs0oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pLSEM-cmizw/s400/bakso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404158354717987458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lewat petang semalam aku busy melayari buku muka untuk mengupdate my World Cafe and Music challenge. Yelah banyak la pula kengkawan yang hantar cabaran kan so sebagai seorang manusia yg normal of cos i have to say yes!!! chess ego ni....sambil sambil merewang the whole page. Suddenly dalam aku busy men"check" my FB tiba tiba nama satu name yg memang boleh mendatangkan marah. Apa la agaknya masalah orang tu kan. Siap dia boleh suka suki bagi pet name aku kat FB. Tau la dear aku fames kat situ tapi jangan bagi ke "fames"san tu semakin menakluki carta billboard. Kalau sedap nama tu tak pe la juga ni buruk...teruk...kureng dan yang sewaktu dengannya. Perhaps that is the way his taking a joke but me is not an object to be joke around.. Pass tu nampak leh ID dia kat FB, so aku dengan api kemarahan yang meluap2 mcm lahar gunung berapi pun terus say hi kat dia dlm versi terlebih ajar dan bermula acara fire mem fire kat FB chat till tis conversation aku diam jap. Apa ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Aku: Wei aku ada utang ko apa 2 ke tym kita skol dulu sampai ko kutuk aku mcm ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KG: Ada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Aku: Apa dia???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KG: Bebola Daging....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Aku: La apsal ko tak cakap awal2 aku boleh lari pi canteen belikan tym  tu takdela ko jadik camne kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KG: Ko tau apa maksundya tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Aku: Mesti ko ada maksud lain ni kan. Cakap cepat jangan bersimpang siur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KG: Takut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Aku: Malas cakap berbelit belit straight to the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KG: Berbola Daging aka Nama gelaran aku yg paling dibenci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKu: Still don't get it cos ndak kena mengena pun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lepas tu line disconnected. That time I've never realize actually what that all about. Well if he think this some kind of practical joke or prank...please don't play with people feeling cos now we no more longer high schooler...no more longer teenager.. youngster...Dah adult pun so fikirla ikut kematangan dan sensitivity pihak pihak yang ada hati perasaan macam aku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-6163813465438986724?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/6163813465438986724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=6163813465438986724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6163813465438986724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6163813465438986724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/11/bebola-daging.html' title='Bebola Daging ????'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sv9tZCLs0oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pLSEM-cmizw/s72-c/bakso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7986727778222963399</id><published>2009-10-25T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:23:30.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minda berjalan'/><title type='text'>Reality Bites......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SuPOhTaV5BI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4QXUaoZUXHc/s1600-h/ofis_backstab_by_dennyazriman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SuPOhTaV5BI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4QXUaoZUXHc/s400/ofis_backstab_by_dennyazriman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396383850061751314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well last week was very tough for everybody especially for those who is struggle for living. Mine to be in count can say so so however what the topics that i wanted to share today is same as the picture I've upload. Poor blog to be my walking dairies. Urghh..don't really understand some of the people act nice in front of you reality is they bitching around about especially if your superior which suppose to be neutral become their allies. Well i guess your guys can know what is the ending, there will be people to be abuse, being abuse and abusive. What the heck with the world today. Don't really understand also those people are the people that you call your friends. Arh...Kawan la konon....Hence misusing the power is also become more and more. Please la "Hey you people now you guys can smile, laugh and using your being so call power of authority" but it's won't be forever. The independence day will come for them but I don't know when...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I know one day this writing will be read will i guess by one of them or what so ever friends that really want to make a big fuss of what ever that I've write it here. Go ahead you guys. I pronounce my self &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. F**K off&lt;/span&gt; with the stupid, silly working atmosphere they you guys proclaim conducive and friendly environment yeah maybe for those who have self benefit there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hate to say Patient....patient ....when i can see one by one of my friends being abuse, being misjudge and being accused. Hope there will a light or a savior to save this sinking boat before it's become a second Titanic sunk, death and forgotten.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7986727778222963399?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7986727778222963399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7986727778222963399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7986727778222963399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7986727778222963399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/10/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites......'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SuPOhTaV5BI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4QXUaoZUXHc/s72-c/ofis_backstab_by_dennyazriman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-819010593536635385</id><published>2009-10-08T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:01:55.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minda berjalan'/><title type='text'>Saje saje tulis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SszI0dMCRJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XaSGEzgtQx0/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SszI0dMCRJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XaSGEzgtQx0/s400/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389903657569502354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bengang betul la dengan ending Jdrama yang aku dah follow berhari hari. Sedih la pulak. Well too much melancholic and dramatic ending. Sodeh...Kalau la ada Mr Perfect and Nice macam kat drama tu alamat hancur dunia ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well aku sesaje tulis ni cos it's been too long. Cian ngan blog aku ni jadi macam rumah hantu. Tak terurus. Mood aku nak menulis dah hilang bersama angin dan ribut taufan. Sumber inspirasi tetiba memunculkan diri so i guess bila benda tu hilang balik then aku ada benda nak rindu rinduan. Sekarang ni tak leh biar dia jadi macam chipsmore. Hihihi..mengarut!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;" Oyasuminasai everyone"...need to dozz off besok keja pagi...ops dah 1255am pun ari ni nak kena bangun jap lagi ...hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-819010593536635385?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/819010593536635385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=819010593536635385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/819010593536635385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/819010593536635385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/10/saje-saje-tulis.html' title='Saje saje tulis...'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SszI0dMCRJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XaSGEzgtQx0/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-8372205572661644742</id><published>2009-09-01T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:45:37.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesi Pecah Otak'/><title type='text'>Berserabut.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sp0lc7EevWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kuOT8uwYpaw/s1600-h/11_3049_ae986ae625de31f.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sp0lc7EevWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kuOT8uwYpaw/s400/11_3049_ae986ae625de31f.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376494708973288802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day kat tempat keja setelah agak lama juga cuti. Mak ai...banyaknyer keja berlambak....Tu lah siap suruh hang pi cuti. Well i also need a time to break. Tapi nak buat camner....Walau sepicing pun cukuplah. Entahlah but every place sure got the skeleton inside their on closet just don't want it to be reveal and the be exact "bother". However for those who a really concern and helpful "tima kaci" tadi tak menyempat den nak bertegoh sapa. Busy memanjang. Ape nak buat. Nasib badan. Tak fikir panjang panjang, kusutkan otak...sakitkan minda; esok masih ada untuk terus habiskan kerja...Lagipun tinggal 2 minggu lagi raya....Bestnyer.....Bagi yang dapat balik kampung tapi bagi yang tak balik macam aku ni kat depan PC la nampaknyer den. Uhuk!!!! uhuk!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-8372205572661644742?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8372205572661644742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=8372205572661644742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8372205572661644742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8372205572661644742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/09/berserabut.html' title='Berserabut.....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sp0lc7EevWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kuOT8uwYpaw/s72-c/11_3049_ae986ae625de31f.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3090387819649972312</id><published>2009-08-31T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:04:39.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saat ku bersedih'/><title type='text'>Merdeka.....Merdeka!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SpvKEiz5SQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3vbRINrpIWo/s1600-h/beautifulpictureEdgeofGlacier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SpvKEiz5SQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3vbRINrpIWo/s400/beautifulpictureEdgeofGlacier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376112759609575682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepat kul 12.ooam semalam, kita menyambut Malaysia Independence day yang ke 52. Namun yang sering berlegar difikiran.....adakah kita dah betul merdeka...Secara lahiriah, reality, zahirnya mungkin ya...tapi kalau dilihat dari sudut pandangan gaban rasanya belum lagi. Oleh yang demikian mari kita fikirkan bersama sudut kemerdekaan kita ni.&lt;br /&gt;Lama dah aku tinggalkan blog kesayanganku ini. Tak tahu nak tulis apa. Lagipun pada tika aku menulis ni i just lose someone that important to us. My granny just passed away on last friday.&lt;br /&gt;Sedih ...memang tika INI pun aku masih berkabung. Well life must go on.......&lt;br /&gt;One more thing i dont have any capability to write anymore. I lost those spark when i realize it's time to say goodbye to my inspiration. Sedih kan....I lost the masterpiece inside me......So gotta give me hell's right...Arghhh pusing!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-3090387819649972312?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3090387819649972312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3090387819649972312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3090387819649972312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3090387819649972312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdekamerdeka.html' title='Merdeka.....Merdeka!!!!'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SpvKEiz5SQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3vbRINrpIWo/s72-c/beautifulpictureEdgeofGlacier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-6323509787604679893</id><published>2009-08-06T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:55:56.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati Menangis.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Snru67o1iTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F8hjlQWDBlY/s1600-h/deadlyroses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Snru67o1iTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F8hjlQWDBlY/s320/deadlyroses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366864602174163250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa down sangat.Dahlah dengan kerja yang bertimbun plus he that i can't mention his name keep on embarrass me in public. Aku tak faham apa masalah dia sebenarnya. Dia benci sangat ker dengan aku atau dengan kebahagiaan yang aku miliki. Buntu!!!! Actually i really want to forget him totally from my life. What ever happpen before bygone be bygones. Tapi benda itu semua tidak ada dalam kamus hidupnya. His torturing me little by little, bit by bit and never ending humiliation....So i guess both of us got the ill feeling yang tak pernah luput but lucky for me i learn to accept the reality and move on but deep in my heart it's still hurt and it will be slowly drifted from heart and mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I Am.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here I am playing with those memories again&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought time had set me free&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts of you keep taunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you, a feeling I never outgrew&lt;br /&gt;Though each and every part of me has tried&lt;br /&gt;Only you can fill that space inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So theres no sense pretending&lt;br /&gt;My heart its not mending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I was over you&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought I could stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby those memories come crashing through&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant go on without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own Ive tried to make the best of it alone&lt;br /&gt;Ive done everything I can to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;But only you can stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant live without you&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I was over you&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought I could stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby those memories come crashing through&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant go on without&lt;br /&gt;Go on without&lt;br /&gt;Its just no good without you&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-6323509787604679893?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/6323509787604679893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=6323509787604679893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6323509787604679893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6323509787604679893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/08/hati-menangis.html' title='Hati Menangis.....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Snru67o1iTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F8hjlQWDBlY/s72-c/deadlyroses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-2508940302634763329</id><published>2009-08-05T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:12:31.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hari yang menbencikan'/><title type='text'>Dia yang terus menyakiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Snj4lgVv5YI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h65bp33f1tk/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Snj4lgVv5YI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h65bp33f1tk/s320/Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312279231948162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't how to express it tapi selama kitorang jumpa balik ada jer benda yang dia tak puas hati tentang diriku. Man what is your problem. Aku rasa hutang aku pada hayat lepas ngan dia dah pun dibayar. Please.....ni lah akibatnya kalau mulut suka sangat say Hi pada orang orang yang dikenali. Cuba sekali sekala low profile. Mak .. tak tahu nak cakap apa sekarang ni. By the way, i'm waiting for my punishment. Something big nak settle kat luar ke atau apa. Pening kepala ni. Ni lah masalahnya kalau dah ada tanggungjawab. Benci....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-2508940302634763329?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/2508940302634763329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=2508940302634763329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2508940302634763329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2508940302634763329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/08/dia-yang-terus-menyakiti.html' title='Dia yang terus menyakiti'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Snj4lgVv5YI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h65bp33f1tk/s72-c/Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3173877834561451580</id><published>2009-08-01T08:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:37:44.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SnOOTbwBXoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ccKaYeyZTDk/s1600-h/Green+Sea+Turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SnOOTbwBXoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ccKaYeyZTDk/s320/Green+Sea+Turtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364788045646225026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heal The World lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little girl talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think about the generations&lt;br /&gt;and they say they want to make it&lt;br /&gt;a better place for our children and our children's children&lt;br /&gt;so that they they they know it's a better world for them&lt;br /&gt;and I think they can make it a better place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's A Place In&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That It Is Love&lt;br /&gt;And This Place Could&lt;br /&gt;Be Much&lt;br /&gt;Brighter Than Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And If You Really Try&lt;br /&gt;You'll Find There's No Need&lt;br /&gt;To Cry&lt;br /&gt;In This Place You'll Feel&lt;br /&gt;There's No Hurt Or Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are Ways&lt;br /&gt;To Get There&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Want To Know Why&lt;br /&gt;There's A Love That&lt;br /&gt;Cannot Lie&lt;br /&gt;Love Is Strong&lt;br /&gt;It Only Cares For&lt;br /&gt;Joyful Giving&lt;br /&gt;If We Try&lt;br /&gt;We Shall See&lt;br /&gt;In This Bliss&lt;br /&gt;We Cannot Feel&lt;br /&gt;Fear Or Dread&lt;br /&gt;We Stop Existing And&lt;br /&gt;Start Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then It Feels That Always&lt;br /&gt;Love's Enough For&lt;br /&gt;Us Growing&lt;br /&gt;So Make A Better World&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Dream We Were&lt;br /&gt;Conceived In&lt;br /&gt;Will Reveal A Joyful Face&lt;br /&gt;And The World We&lt;br /&gt;Once Believed In&lt;br /&gt;Will Shine Again In Grace&lt;br /&gt;Then Why Do We Keep&lt;br /&gt;Strangling Life&lt;br /&gt;Wound This Earth&lt;br /&gt;Crucify Its Soul&lt;br /&gt;Though It's Plain To See&lt;br /&gt;This World Is Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Be God's Glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Could Fly So High&lt;br /&gt;Let Our Spirits Never Die&lt;br /&gt;In My Heart&lt;br /&gt;I Feel You Are All&lt;br /&gt;My Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Create A World With&lt;br /&gt;No Fear&lt;br /&gt;Together We'll Cry&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tears&lt;br /&gt;See The Nations Turn&lt;br /&gt;Their Swords&lt;br /&gt;Into Plowshares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Could Really Get There&lt;br /&gt;If You Cared Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;br /&gt;To Make A Better Place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;heal the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;save it for our children&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;heal the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;save it for our children&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;heal the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;save it for our children&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;heal the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;save it for our children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-3173877834561451580?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3173877834561451580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3173877834561451580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3173877834561451580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3173877834561451580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/08/heal-world-lyrics-little-girl-talking-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SnOOTbwBXoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ccKaYeyZTDk/s72-c/Green+Sea+Turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-239888261470063876</id><published>2009-07-12T16:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:50:08.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The truth that i hate so much to know'/><title type='text'>Leave Me Alone......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SlmiIi_oTRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6bscDnpxm4U/s1600-h/leave_me_alone____by_madfeather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SlmiIi_oTRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6bscDnpxm4U/s320/leave_me_alone____by_madfeather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357491499450256658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hati terasa sakit sangat bila dapat tahu suatu kebenaran. Well is so painful really seriously.....&lt;br /&gt;A friend which suppose to be a friend is invaded your privacy to someone that if you can for the rest of your life will don't know what happen to you. Yes of course, there's a pact been sign and seal that the both parties will not cross the line. Happen is happen gosh...&lt;br /&gt;Macam all this while somebody's watching me from the angle that i don't know. Pity me.....Macam rasa nak shout kat dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-239888261470063876?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/239888261470063876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=239888261470063876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/239888261470063876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/239888261470063876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/07/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave Me Alone......'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SlmiIi_oTRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6bscDnpxm4U/s72-c/leave_me_alone____by_madfeather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-6143870973277430787</id><published>2009-06-28T10:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:50:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the End....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SkbZ7oxaeWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QYYZvCk40eU/s1600-h/1230327868625_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SkbZ7oxaeWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QYYZvCk40eU/s320/1230327868625_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352204825756596578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sangka sambutan harijadi ke -30 tahun kali ini disambut oleh seluruh dunia. Namun dalam keadaan yang berbeza. People is mourning because of STAR that we're gonna miss forever. MJ nama besar yang sentiasa bersinar sampai bila bila..."In This Farewell, There's no blood ...There no alibi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila difikir kembali aku membesar dengan lagu lagu MJ yang penuh Humanity value etc Heal the World, We are the World, Earth Song..Man in the Mirror dan banyak lagi. Aku terdorong untuk menari dengan Billie Jean, Beat It ...hingga ke satu masa lagunya, tarinya menjadi icon dalam semua orang tak kira tua muda ataupun kanak kanak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is i'm really really sad. Macam tak percaya bahawa dia sudah tiada lagi mewarnai industri muzik dengan genre lagu yang fast and catchy. Macam tak percaya juga tiada lagi orang yang bernama Michael Jackson @ Mikaael di dunia ini. Airmata je yang tak tumpah bila mengenang jasa seorang wira yang sentiasa berkempen melalui lagu lagu untuk membela nasib masyarakat yang ditindas. MJ walaupun status agamanya masih dalam tanda soal,  ...May you rest in peace. Semoga rohnya ditempatkan bersama orang orang yang beriman. Amin...Alfatihah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-6143870973277430787?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/6143870973277430787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=6143870973277430787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6143870973277430787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6143870973277430787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-end.html' title='In the End....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SkbZ7oxaeWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QYYZvCk40eU/s72-c/1230327868625_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-2359431964247459926</id><published>2009-06-25T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:07:52.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoutout'/><title type='text'>Kini Detiknya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SkL3mcRvoWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GG2SYr_vfzM/s1600-h/1_13097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SkL3mcRvoWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GG2SYr_vfzM/s320/1_13097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351111547067277666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Happy 30th B-day for myself.....hihihi 1st announcement. Actually by right the actual birthday 2am tonight----consider 26th la coz i was born on tuesday morning 2am. So i actually never celebrate my b-day on the 25th but however my IC state 25/06. Consider i celebrate 2 birthday la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually bukan nak citer pasal b-day sendiri tapi nak menghebahkan ke seluruh cakerawala that we've coming to the Judgement Day. Ops...pembetulan for myself and the rest of my collegeus yang ambil Dance Examination. Gosh it's really headache and stressful. Butterfly tak tahu nak cakap dah. Well i have to face it. Lulus atau gagal still need to face a reality....argh Tension!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-2359431964247459926?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/2359431964247459926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=2359431964247459926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2359431964247459926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2359431964247459926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/06/kini-detiknya.html' title='Kini Detiknya'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SkL3mcRvoWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GG2SYr_vfzM/s72-c/1_13097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7296071746587967553</id><published>2009-06-06T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:23:29.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aktivitku.....'/><title type='text'>Dance....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sio1B5VCpVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ByQ0Zm9k5ss/s1600-h/logoright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sio1B5VCpVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ByQ0Zm9k5ss/s400/logoright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344142214513730898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Penat.....sememangnya.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Letih.......itu yang aku alami....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sukar...bila cuba untuk memaksa diri mengingati routine tarian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pointing toes, rock replace...standing on which weight....argh....tensionnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tapi at the same time i enjoy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;So to conclude whatever pain...hardtime...i still love to dance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7296071746587967553?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7296071746587967553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7296071746587967553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7296071746587967553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7296071746587967553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance_06.html' title='Dance....'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sio1B5VCpVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ByQ0Zm9k5ss/s72-c/logoright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-5446951237047629094</id><published>2009-05-21T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:24:04.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulis le apa je'/><title type='text'>Layan Jelah Kebosanan ini..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/ShVyCCsUbpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SeiDnPeU49s/s1600-h/3170862667_7dc237977e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/ShVyCCsUbpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SeiDnPeU49s/s320/3170862667_7dc237977e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338298312725655186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ari ni keja macam tak best je. Semua moody. well lantak merekalah. Pagi pagi masuk keja dengar orang dok ceramah, bersih telinga ni. Makulmlah orang tu dalam sesi meluahkan perasaan ketidakpuashatian. Dengar jelah. Entri kali ni nak citer sket pasal dance kelas semalam. it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'s really enjoy and fun. I can say it's worth of money that i've paid. Tetapi tak tahu le kalau tak reti reti lagi. Dalam pada tu aku rasa seperi ok this is the thing that i good at. Riak !!!! Hihi..............cerita cerita ni terasa ingin share satu cute mistake yang selalu terjadi. Ketergelinciran tetapi tapi pernah jatuh jatuh juga. Pas tu port yang nak jatuh asyik kat kita punya cafe. Last month sanggup marah pak cik Chef ni sebab biarkan kawasan traffic licin. Sikit lagi nak buat kuak lentang kat tengah tengah cafe lucky for me i've got a good feet and supportive leg to make me stand still and with a pose. Kalau tak "Sumpah aku tak pijak Cafe lagi"!!. Bagi mukadimah tu pun sebab cover malu kot!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But for sure one day i will stumble and terus fall. No more nasib baik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-5446951237047629094?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/5446951237047629094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=5446951237047629094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5446951237047629094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5446951237047629094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/layan-jelah-kebosanan-ini.html' title='Layan Jelah Kebosanan ini..................'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/ShVyCCsUbpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SeiDnPeU49s/s72-c/3170862667_7dc237977e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4579207883270236067</id><published>2009-04-30T08:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:38:08.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pujangga ku...........'/><title type='text'>Kodok Kuning..........lamanyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SfjyXqW1vPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/naRWDTB7_ts/s1600-h/Miltontoad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SfjyXqW1vPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/naRWDTB7_ts/s320/Miltontoad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330276647313980658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Semalam aku teringat pada si mamat kodok ni. Dari cerita seorang teman si kodok ni ala ala honeymoon la kononnyer. Banyaklah honeymoon dia.Nak tau naper? Every time when we bum to each other, macam susah je dia nak bagi lepas. Ada jelah persoalan, dah makan ke, sihat ke kalau tak for sure nak cetuskan argument. Hey kodok you are no longer available la. For that end hati rasa bagai tergaru garu nak buat satu cerita pasal si Kodok ni lah tapi dalam versi cerpen.Kalau novel entah tulat pun tak tahu lagi abis ke tak.Ending part would be a happy end or just so so? Tak tahu lagi biar masa yang menentukan. Well kodok you give an inspiration to write and write. Can wait to see the story turn to masterpiece. Bravo!!!!hihihi........... &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/7444424475497372196-4579207883270236067?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4579207883270236067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4579207883270236067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4579207883270236067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4579207883270236067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/kodok-kuninglamanyer.html' title='Kodok Kuning..........lamanyer'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SfjyXqW1vPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/naRWDTB7_ts/s72-c/Miltontoad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-603939037486573316</id><published>2009-04-26T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:55:35.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akhirnya dapat Post'/><title type='text'>MAD - Ne Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SfQhgm80zPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZdA8S_XcFwk/s1600-h/interview_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SfQhgm80zPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZdA8S_XcFwk/s320/interview_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328921103181335794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;She's starin' at me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin', wonderin' what she's thinkin'.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talkin',&lt;br /&gt;'Cause talkin' just turns into screamin'.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;And now is I'm yellin' over her,&lt;br /&gt;She's yellin' over me.&lt;br /&gt;All that that means&lt;br /&gt;Is neither of us is listening,&lt;br /&gt;(And what's even worse).&lt;br /&gt;That we don't even remember why were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us are mad for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Fighting for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Crying for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Whoahhh).&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(No not for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love like what we got.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you) And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me upset, girl&lt;br /&gt;When you're constantly accusing.&lt;br /&gt;(Askin' questions like you've already known).&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting this war, baby&lt;br /&gt;When both of us are losing.&lt;br /&gt;(This ain't the way that love is supposed to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;[What happened to workin' it out].&lt;br /&gt;We've falled into this place&lt;br /&gt;Where you ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't backin' down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell do we do now...&lt;br /&gt;It's all for...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby this love ain't gonna be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;(Perfect, perfect, oh oh).&lt;br /&gt;And just how good it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;We can't fuss and we can't fight&lt;br /&gt;Long as everything alright between us&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're gonna be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-603939037486573316?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/603939037486573316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=603939037486573316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/603939037486573316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/603939037486573316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/mad-ne-yo.html' title='MAD - Ne Yo'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SfQhgm80zPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZdA8S_XcFwk/s72-c/interview_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-2414822632846238772</id><published>2009-04-26T08:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:04:31.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halwa Telinga'/><title type='text'>Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SfOwSUve-EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MdoiZ0u3v7g/s1600-h/can__t_take_it_all_by_ForeverFornever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SfOwSUve-EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MdoiZ0u3v7g/s320/can__t_take_it_all_by_ForeverFornever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328796612961433666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni dalam mode meditasi. Yelah dah minggu lepas "Down" so for this week nak meningkatkan tahap motivasi dalam diri. So for that i nak juga post this song  tapi atas  sebab teknikal i can't post the song with the lyrics so bear with me ye nanti i'll try to work out something.What i can say that this song is actually not for myself coz tis song especially for those couples yang suka bertekak ataupun suka buat senaman leher, urat dan yang sewaktu dengannya. Well i guess i'm the happiest couple ever...hihihi... angkat bakul nampak!!!Well tak juga dalam kehidupan ada pasang surut kan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....this song i really love to dedicate to my  lovely friend...no need to mention name la. Faham faham sendiri la yer kawan. Make sure every step ...every decision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;think !!! Think!!! and Think!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; tak bayar pun untuk fikirkan apakah kesudahan penceritaan sebuah kehidupan... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Can't Wait to see the next Story Line!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-2414822632846238772?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/2414822632846238772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=2414822632846238772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2414822632846238772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2414822632846238772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/mad.html' title='Mad'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SfOwSUve-EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MdoiZ0u3v7g/s72-c/can__t_take_it_all_by_ForeverFornever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3107926228558440650</id><published>2009-04-16T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:22:18.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luahan Rasa'/><title type='text'>Kau ...aku...mereka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sec-mTRPSxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pvE72MrI0Rk/s1600-h/frustration_79hoL_3868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sec-mTRPSxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pvE72MrI0Rk/s400/frustration_79hoL_3868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325293912117431058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sebenarnya hari ni aku a bit down sikit. Malas nak menulis tapi i have to let it go this frustration kalau tak jadi biol pulak. Naper certain certain people never try to understand other people feelings. Tak kira sahabat handai, adik beradik or your love ones. I hate to be hypocrite and da boring rasanya asyik nak nag and gaduh. Tapi ada ketika takut rasanya nak take a risk. But the pressure of dissatisfaction is burden up because of disability to speak up and stand for ourself. So di situasi begini adakah patut untuk melangkah pergi atau menimbang option option yang ada dihadapan mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-3107926228558440650?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3107926228558440650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3107926228558440650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3107926228558440650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3107926228558440650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/kau-akumereka.html' title='Kau ...aku...mereka'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/Sec-mTRPSxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pvE72MrI0Rk/s72-c/frustration_79hoL_3868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-5400746206914116455</id><published>2009-04-02T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:32:31.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lepas bosan'/><title type='text'>Saat ku menulis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SdTMX3flI6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ln1AmxC2JOo/s1600-h/Boys_before_flowers_Wallapaper_by_kokomilk15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SdTMX3flI6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ln1AmxC2JOo/s320/Boys_before_flowers_Wallapaper_by_kokomilk15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320101770236863394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa berkurun tak menjejak ke blog kesayanganku ini. My rehabilitation took ages. Hihi nak buat camner. Well dalam diam tu sempat juga mengikuti Jdrama and Kdrama yang memang dramatik la. Bab cerita cinta bagi 5 star la kat dua negara ni. Tapi yang tak bestnye Korea suka sangat buat cerita cinta tiga segi. Lepas tu yang berwatak baik and helpful mesti ending tak sama ngan heroin. Susah betul nak tafsir pendekatan pengarah drama kat sana. Konflik bagai nak "Rak" last last macam tu je. Penonton pun dah boleh tau apa ending. Well apa pun korang judge le sendiri yer. Just want to share an opinion pada dua film negara ni. Tapi yang hairannya Drama dan Film mereka boleh juga sampai pasaran US n UK. Bayangkan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-5400746206914116455?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/5400746206914116455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=5400746206914116455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5400746206914116455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/5400746206914116455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/saat-ku-menulis.html' title='Saat ku menulis'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SdTMX3flI6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ln1AmxC2JOo/s72-c/Boys_before_flowers_Wallapaper_by_kokomilk15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-1327742783334334606</id><published>2009-03-02T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:55:39.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingin ku meluah'/><title type='text'>Otak sendat.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SavXHIwl9jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P9u6j4YFThg/s1600-h/gong-yoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SavXHIwl9jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P9u6j4YFThg/s320/gong-yoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308573103396615730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang dalam mode "senyap,sunyi and lonely". Takde idea nak tulis. Sebab tu ler Enovel pain is love asyik tak bersambung. Otak tercari2 idea macam mana nak ber "cinta" ngan watak. Nampaknyer aku kena join ler bengkel penulisan coz my grammar is really bad. Tak reti nak mencantekkan ayat. Malu mengaku anak melayu pun ada....hihi nak buat camner banyak sgt benda, bahasa dan budaya asing yang disadur...OPSsss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-1327742783334334606?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/1327742783334334606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=1327742783334334606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/1327742783334334606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/1327742783334334606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/03/otak-sendat.html' title='Otak sendat.....................'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SavXHIwl9jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P9u6j4YFThg/s72-c/gong-yoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-8995689533593494556</id><published>2009-02-14T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:24:55.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Love Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SZYdUYOsd7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/u8YpwyIKtvs/s1600-h/love-bug_decal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SZYdUYOsd7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/u8YpwyIKtvs/s400/love-bug_decal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302457847214012338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Called her for the first time yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally found the missing part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felt so close, but you were so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left me without anything to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm speechless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;over the egde just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'd catch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopeless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Head over heels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'd get hit by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't get your smile out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i can't get you out of my mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think about your eyes all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your beautiful, but you don't even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(you don't even, don't even try)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modesty is just so hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm speechless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;over the egde just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'd catch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopeless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Head over heels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'd get hit by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed her for the first time yesterday  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything I wish that it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly, I forgot how to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopeless, Breathless, Baby can't you..see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm speechless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;over the egde just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'd catch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm hopeless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Head over heels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'd get hit by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE BUG, AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-8995689533593494556?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8995689533593494556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=8995689533593494556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8995689533593494556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8995689533593494556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-bug.html' title='Love Bug'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SZYdUYOsd7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/u8YpwyIKtvs/s72-c/love-bug_decal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-2158280525443567278</id><published>2009-02-05T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:06:59.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari hari ku yang BOSAN'/><title type='text'>Alamak Gempak!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYsM45EQhWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HhFNloHemoU/s1600-h/the_singing_hog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYsM45EQhWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HhFNloHemoU/s320/the_singing_hog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299343558062409058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best gila ari ni dapat melalak sepuasnya. 6 jam dalam bilik yang serba serbi condusif tu apalagi tunjuk la bakat yang tak berBAKAT sebenarnya. Hihihi...well this week is totally happening. Last night dance class berlangsung sampai 2 jam. Naik cramp kepala lutut asyik berpusing pusing. Namun seronok...Orang cakap aku dah tak betul. Setiap hari pasti ada aktiviti mengisi waktu waktu yang terluang. Esok tak tahu lagi nak buat apa. Ingat lepas ni appointment untuk music class pun dah dalam list. Hihi...tahun 2009 ni adalah tahun macam macam nak kena belajar. BY THE WAY, kelas memasak tengah tunggu Cue. Bila nak mula we just wait and see on my next update ye.....Sha ,.lala....sha la la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-2158280525443567278?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/2158280525443567278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=2158280525443567278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2158280525443567278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/2158280525443567278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/alamak-gempak.html' title='Alamak Gempak!!!!'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYsM45EQhWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HhFNloHemoU/s72-c/the_singing_hog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-6476900426657336510</id><published>2009-02-01T03:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:59:46.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain is Love'/><title type='text'>Pain is Love.......4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYSjVN3Pc-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Am8UM_8C6O0/s1600-h/Twilight-Wallpaper-twilight-series-1105650_1680_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYSjVN3Pc-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Am8UM_8C6O0/s320/Twilight-Wallpaper-twilight-series-1105650_1680_1050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297538646588486626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What …. Jerit Zack. Ko jangan main main Ray. Imran dan Walid diam. Dua dua menelan air liur. Panas ni. Takkan nak gaduh kot. Aku dah cakap kat ko dulu dan semuanya jelas. Aku memang sukakan dia. In fact I ‘m the first person jumpa dia dulu. Jelas Ray. But as you say pretending to be a cool person always the loser. But now I don’t want to be that person. I’m going to win her also. Dengan lancarnya Ray menuturkannya di depan Zack. Diam bagai kehilangan kata kata. Ray …..ah!!! dengan bengang Zack meninggalkan Ray, Imran dan Walid. Apa ni. Kenapa korang jadi macam ni. Imran mula bersuara. Ray diam. Sedih melihat kehancuran persahabatan mereka pasal cinta. Namun itu telah berlalu. Seminggu selepas kejadian pertengkaran mulut, Zack datang berjumpa Ray sambil mengatakan mereka berdua ada fair chance untuk memenangi hati Arianna. Itulah Zack yang selalu buat Ray salute. Hatinya tulus. Mungkin cintanya untuk gadis yang bernama Arianna betul betul suci. Ah….benci sungguh alam remaja bila terpaksa menjadi pengalah sebelum mencubanya. I’m sorry too Zack. Ikut hati. Aku tak nak jadi batu penghalang antara ko dan Sofea. Entah kenapa dia lebih suka membahaskan Arianna dengan Sofea. Zack diam. Well aku nak ko janji satu je. Jaga dia. Bro..if I heard you broken her heart…ko akan ada perhitungan ngan aku. Serius kemudian kedua dua ketawa bagai orang gila. I will. Balas Zack. Tapi Arianna dah menjauhkan diri dari aku seolah olah aku ni….luah Zack. Try to find her kat music Hall. Mesti dia ada kat situ. Don’t ask me how I know just try to find her there.  Zack mengangguk. Hati terdetik sesungguhnya Ray juga betul betul mencintai gadisku.  Come let’s eat. Ajak Ray. Zack serba salah. Kenapalah kami harus mencintai orang yang sama. Bengang. Itu cerita seminggu yang lalu dan selepas minggu itu juga dengan rasminya Zack menjadi orang kedua penting dalam hidup Arianna. Di dalam bilik dia masih lagi membelek gambar yang menjadi punca Ary marah dan menyerbu dia dikelas mereka. Memang aweknya tu cute sangat especially bila dia tersenyum. Rasanya setiap kali Ary tersenyum jasad dan roh berpisah dari badan. Tiba tiba pintu dikuak, Mana Ray..soal Zack pada Imran dan Walid yang melangkah masuk kebiliknya. Keduanya mendiamkan diri. I heard parents dia call tadi. Rasanya kat bilik principle kot. Balas Imran. Sejurus tu muka Ray tersembul keluar dari sebalik pintu. Bad news, I have to go back. Terangnya. Nak balik mana pula. Soal Zack. Dubai. Pendek. Why…soal Zack. Family things that we need to settle there. I will not coming back here as well Malaysia for quite a long ….long  I guess years. Sambungnya. Diam sambil tangannya leka melipat baju bajunya kedalam beg.. Well Ray ni anak Saudagar Atar dari Dubai. Abihnya orang Arab campuran Melayu sebelah neneknya yang berpendidikan barat manakala Uminya orang cina yang telah memeluk islam.  Im take care of yourself I will not be monitoring you anymore. Y …pegilah jumpa si Mira tu if not ….ucapnya senyum and for you bro, I’m sorry for everything. Take care of yourself and Sofea too. By the way, boleh tolong pass ni kat dia. I owe her an apology. Terangnya. Ray…why don’t you just go and see her. Ucap Zack. Pandangan luar biasa yang Zack pamerkan membuatkan Ray faham. Thanks bro lantas kakinya pantas bergerak mencari orang yang bernama Arianna Sofea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di suatu sudut di dalam library, kelihatan Arianna terbongkok bongkok mencari buku kegemarannya. Eh..assalamulaikum..haruman ini.. membuatkan dia berpaling. Walaikumussalam. Ray…. Ucapku untuk memulakan bicara namun ku terdiam menunggu apa sebenarnya yang ingin diperkatakannya. Maafkan segala tindak tanduk Ray selama ni. Nah..baca bila Sofea dah kata bilik nanti. Ucapnya. Ray apa ni soalku. Bagaikan kilat aku dirangkulnya kemas. Saya sayangkan awak Sofea sampai bila bila pun takkan berubah. Ucapnya sekali lagi dan meninggalkan aku. Ucapan selamat tinggal ke? Aku confuse tapi yang pastinya aku yakin dengan perasaan ku terhadap Zack. Ehm..bunyi berdehem membuatkan aku terjaga setelah hairan melihat drama sebabak Ray tadi. Dia akan berlepas malam ni ke Dubai. You such a lucky girl. Two good guys or what I can say two best student in this school fight for you. Terang Mr Jay yang aku tak tahu muncul dari mana. Well love is mystery. Tepuknya dibahuku. Kalau awak bukan student saya, pasti saya juga jatuh cinta pada awak apatah lagi young hearts. Sambungnya berlalu. Dubai…otakku cuba untuk mentranslate. Mr Jay panggil ku. Can I ask you something? Dia menggangguk. Bagai terngiang ngiang ditelinga penjelasan Mr Jay tadi. Well Laila has been a good friend for Ray. I can’t blame her for fall in love with Ray, reasonnya senang. His good hearted. So people will slowly love him. Laila was one of them. Namun Ray tak pernah memberikan apa apa kata cinta atau harapan. But you know when women in love anything can be possible include to erase their opponent. You got what I mean right. Akut diam seketika namunku rasakan diriku berlari mengejar orang yang yang telah kuadili dengan kejam. Apa yang terjadi ni. Kenapa Ray cuba untuk melarikan diri. Surat yang diberikannya tadi masih tergenggam kemas dijemariku. Segera ku melangkah keluar dari library mencari kelibat Imran, Walid atau paling tepat Zack. Namun jawapan hampa. Kesemua mereka telah bergegas ke airport untuk menghantar Ray. Hampa membawaku ke padang rumput luas berdekatan gelanggang basket ball sekali lagi. Di situ aku melabuhkan punggung dan duduk membaca surat Ray yang diberikannya tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sofea…nama awak secantik awak. Jangan marah saya kerana memuji awak lebih lebih. Saya tahu saya tak layak memuja kekasih orang. Tapi saya cuba berusaha keras melupakan awak sebab saya tahu Zack sayangkan awak. Namun saya harus kalah kali ni. I’ve to give brilliant award dekat Cupid sebab berikan panahan amore ke hati saya. Kenapa awak harus hadir dalam hidup kami. Itulah soalan yang masih bersimpul mati dalam hati saya. Tapi makin ditutup perasaan ni makin kuat rasa cinta. Maafkan saya Sofea. Saya dah bertekad takkan kalah pada Zack atau pada siapa yang akan bertaktha dihati awak selepas ni. Perginya saya ke Dubai bukan untuk berundur tapi perhaps this is the time for me to think also. Saya cintakan awak Arianna Sofea. Saat mula kita bertemu. Saat mula saya berpura pura untuk melanggar awak di pejabat kerani. Alasannya senang saya jatuh cinta pada awak ketika tu. Cupid Strike me from the first sight. Percayalah suatu hari nanti saya akan datang sebagai Perwira Cinta yang takkan pernah jemu untuk mencintai awak. Betapa sakitnya mata betapa sakitnya hati melihat awak dengan Zack bila saya rasa cinta itu sepatutnya milik saya. Well too cool as ice sometimes not giving any benefit. Awak pilih dia. Saya tahu Zack mampu memberikan kebahagian itu untuk awak. That’s why saya berani untuk berundur dan beralah sebab Zack is Zack. Dia perwira jelmaan Zeus. Awak takkan kecewa mencintai dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofea… andai cinta ini tak kesampaian, andai bahagia yang menanti Sofea rela rasanya saya berundur. Bahagia Sofea bermakna begitu juga diri saya. Walaupun hanya sebentar cinta itu hadir rasanya saya telah mengenali Sofea seribu tahun. Jika jodoh kita kuat cinta itu akan datang sekali lagi lebih mesra dan manis dari tika ini. I wont say this puppy love. I even convince myself that I get my parents to meet your parent for hand of marriage. Gila kan. Please jangan fikir yang bukan bukan. Saya memang dah tekad…Sofea. Dalam diri saya hanya ada Sofea. Mohon maaf sekali lagi atas kejadian hari tu. Saya cuba bertahan…namun saya tak mampu. Sofea cukuplah luahan hati ni. Saya tahu apa itu perasaan malu dan memalukan. Dengan itu terjadi secara rasminya ke atas Ray Iskandar. Selamat tinggal cinta…terima kasih kerana memberikan saya perasaan itu walau hanya sebentar Cuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Ray Iskandar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airmataku tumpah. Aku pembunuh kejam. Perhitungan yang diberikan membuatkan hati insan lain kecewa. Kenapa harus ada segitiga dalam percintaan. Kalaulah keputusan yang kubuat hari tu mengikut akal fikiran ini semua takkan terjadi. Aku tidak pernah menyesal memilih untuk mencintai Zack namun begitu Ray orang yang paling layak dan seharusnya memiliki cinta dan kasih sayang ini. Aku yang bersalah tak pernah memberikan fair judgement sehingga dia membawa diri sebegini jauh. Hatiku mungkin milik Zack tapi kehadiran Ray juga mengganggu dan mengusik perasaan ini. Seperti berulang apa yang Mr Jay cakap. Cinta…kenapa harus wujud perasaan itu. Aku masih teresak sambil mataku terpejam memandang awan yang berarak. Perlahan hatiku berbisik “Selamat tinggal Ray…..sungguh dalam rasa cinta yang kau berikan hingga susah untukku menafikannya. Sesungguhnya aku pernah merasakan “that Spark”  namun bukan jodoh kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYSxeN-XZMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DZIVsssiF8g/s1600-h/075006202_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYSxeN-XZMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DZIVsssiF8g/s320/075006202_L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297554194399978690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak dari hari itu aku belajar sesuatu. Walaupun Zack menyedari akan perubahan itu tetapi kami berdua tetap utuh menjalani kisah cinta kami. Tika ku gembira berduka dialah nian dihati. Alamak macam lagu Siti pula. Dia memahami segalanya. Agaknya setahun tanpa Ray membuatkan aku terlupa akan manusia yang pernah mencuri tangkai hatiku. Well aku dan Zack pun tika ini busy dengan preparation SPM. Hinggalah ke suatu hari. My mom ada kat sini. Ary nak tak kalau Zack bawa jumpa. Soalnya. Aku diam. Takut, gusar segalanya bercampur. Jangan takut sayang Zack kan ada. Ucapnya memegang erat jemariku. Mama tak makan orang. Guraunya. Lagipun mama patut kenal the 2nd lady yang penting dalam hidup Zack selain dari mama kan. Usiknya lagi. Naper Ary…soalnya. Aku kembali menggeleng. Fon aku berbunyi. Message masuk menghentikan perbualan kami. “ sihat?” soal penghantar message. Unknown tak bernombor message yang keluar. Siapa? Soal Zack. Salah number agaknya. Jawabku pendek tanpa mengambil pusing message tadi. Next week grandma birthday. Terang Zack perlahan. Aku terasa gembira sebab Zack sudah mula cuba membenarkan aku masuk kedalam buku hati. So, untuk orang yang tercinta, this is the perfect introduction. Kalau papa ada kat tanah besar hari tu boleh pegi sekali. Ajaknya. Baiklah bos besar ucapku sambil menyentuh hidungnya. Dia tersenyum bahagia. Ary…panggilnya. Aku berpaling. I love you so much…ujarnya sambil menyentuh jemariku. Aku mengangguk. Me too. Balasku sambil merapatkan kepalaku dibahunya. Aku tahu Zack telah berjanji dengan Ray untuk mencintaiku dan menjagaku dengan baik. Aku tersenyum melihat lembayung senja sambil tangan kami tergenggam erat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari yang ditunggu telah tiba. Aku ingat hari lahir yang dimaksudkan bukan bererti majlisnya harus diadakan di hotel bertaraf lima bintang. Terasa segan bila bergaul dengan tetamu yang rata ratanya orang berstatus tinggi. Ku pandang wajah papa disebelah. Aku tahu dia pernah melalui masa fasa begini bersama arwah mama dulu. Papa bukan lagi pekerja carigali minyak biasa tapi one of the finest researcher in Japan and somewhere khidmatnya juga sampai ke Negara barat. Aku senyum pada papa. Nande.. papa. Soalku. Dia menggeleng. Happy….ucapnya pendek. Seketika lampu dimatikan. Sebiji kek besar bersama beberapa batang lilin di bawa ketengah dewan. Kelihatan Zack begitu segak dengan tuxedo kelabunya. Eh,.. memang handsome rupanya orang kesayanganku ini. Sambil kelihatan dia memimpin seorang wanita tua dan seorang wanita yang separuh abad tetapi masih bergaya. ….Cuma wajah wanita itu mengingatkan aku pada…..Bonda…ayat itu yang terpacul keluar dari mulut papa. Aku berpaling. Papa ….aku bersuara bila melihat reaksi wajah papa yang berubah. Ku cuba untuk mengingat. Ah…..merekalah orang yang datang sewaktu majlis funeral mama. Mereka jugalah orang yang menghina papa ketika itu dan mereka…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well……I don’t expect my 80th birthday will have this kind of suprises. Tiba tiba perempuan tua tu bersuara dari kejauhan. You still alive Taro…of coz….you will. Ucapnya mendekati kami. The killer is still alive. Lantangnya menjerit sampai tetamu yang hadir berpaling melihat drama sebabak kami. You really something and have that guts. Sambungnya. Matteyou…celahku. Papa tak pernah bunuh sesiapapun. Dia berpaling pula kearahku. I guess you must be Ary Chan..Dari rupa dan wajah awak I can tell Maria face is there. Marahnya masih tak hilang. Sorry for the convienience as I don’t expect the killer pf my youngest daughter is here today. What a surprise. Ucapnya seolah memberikan speech. Papa langsung tak berkata apa. Cuma mendiamkan diri. Aku cuba untuk membela papa. Baby it’s ok. Mari kita pulang. Pujuk papa. Aku pandang Zack dia seolah kehilangan arah. Try to excape this time. Don’t you think this is the time for you to redeem you sin Taro. Sambungnya lagi.  Hontoni Gomenasi ucap papa sambil tunduk hormat. Selepas itu dia menarikku keluar dari dewan yang begitu dramatic. Ku lihat expresi papa. Hatiku sedih. Papa…gome…if was not me you’ll…airmataku mengalir tanpa henti. Baby .. I’m the one should ask a forgiveness from you. .  Peluknya memujukku. Ehmm bunyi orang berdehem mengejutkan kami dari alam mimpi. Ary…uncle care to explain ? Soal Zack yang ku kira lost tika ini. Papa dengan keluhan berat memulakan lipatan sejarah yang selama ini tersimpan kemas didalam memori otak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19 tahun yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys, today we have a consultant from Oil Company in Japan. Otadashi Corporation.  They have send a few of their good and skillful employee to help us for a year. Please teach and guide them accordingly. Their group leader, Mr Ryotaru Tsukomori. Tepukkan dari pekerja pekerja syarikat itu sudah cukup membuatkan dia gembira. Gamabate Taro. !!1 getusnya dalam hati. Satu satu wajah pekerja di syarikat tu dipandang tiba tiba matanya jatuh pada seorang gadis yang duduk menghadap nota nota lagu sambil dibahunya ada Violin. Who is she? Soal hatinya. Setelah habis berkenal kenalan, Tan Sri Mansur memanggilnya masuk ke bilik. Mr Ryotaru Tsukomori, I’d llike you to meet my daughter, Marina and Maria. Marina is helping me with all the account works, she just finish  her MBA last year and Maria…she also helping me here to make me busy with her music. ..usik Tan Sri Mansur. Daddy….marah Maria sambil menjeling melihat Marina yang kelihatan excited nak berkenalan dengan mamat jepun tu. Maria come… panggil Tan Sri Mansur. Kita akan berkenalan dengan dia bila dia dah reti cakap melayu nanti. Ucap Maria sambil keluar dari bilik Tan Sri Mansur. Terpaksa ayahnya menggelengkan kepala. Ano…..watashi…ehh Nama Saya Ryotaro..ucapnya sepatah patah. Maria yang baru keluar berpaling tersenyum lucu. Awak faham Melayu rupanya. Maria ucapnya pendek menyalami tangan Taro. Bila dicongok congak itulah sessi perkenalan yang paling lucu pernah mereka berdua alami. I can be your Malay Dictionary if you wanted but no Japanese please. Pinta Maria. Cepat je Taro mengangguk setuju. Sejuk dan damai hatinya melihat gadis dihadapannya. Ok it that settle. Good Mr Ryotaro I hope Maria wont bother you with all her request. She’s highly spirited in anything. Tan Sri Mansur cuba memberikan gambaran bahawa bersetuju dengan cadangan Maria adalah keputusan yang salah. Ryotaro cuba memahami kata kata Tan Sri… well look at me, she have forcing me to listen to her music forever. DADDY !!!!. Taro tersenyum melihat Tan Sri dan Maria yang begitu manja dengan abahnya. Well Taro, don’t trust anyone include Marina. Cepat je Maria melarikan diri bila melihat Marina dah mula buka langkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermula dengan itu Taro telah membulatkan hatinya untuk mendekati Maria. Padanya Maria gadis istimewa. Maria sangat bermakna dalam hidupnya hinggalah sewaktu harijadinya, Dia nekad untuk melamar Maria menjadi suri dalam hidupnya. Keputusan mengejut dari Maria yang sudi menjadi isterinya mendapat tentangan hebat dari bonda, isteri Tan Sri Mansur. Alasan mudah, Taro bukan menantu pilihan lagipun Marina belum lagi berkahwin. Halangan demi halangan yang dibuat akhirnya Maria dan Taro Berjaya disatukan. Abang…percayalah semua ini akan berakhir. Ucap Maria bila mereka dihalau keluar dari rumah agam Tan Sri Mansur. Berita tentang Tan Sri Mansur jatuh sakit juga sekali lagi menjadi bala kepada kedamaian rumahtangga mereka. Tan Sri Mansur nazak memanggil nama Maria namun tidak benarkan untuk berjumpa atas arahan Puan Sri. Akhirnya mereka hanya dapat berjumpa Tan Sri bila ia bersemadi di singgahsana yang abadi. Maria sekali lagi tabah dengan keputusan bonda yang akhirnya menyebabkan abahnya pergi buat selamanya. Macam macam yang bondanya lakukan untuk memastikan Maria akan merangkak balik menjilat segala kesalahannya sebab berkahwin dengan pemuda Jepun itu. Drastiknya Maria bukan hanya hilang malah membawa hati yang luka ke Negara Matahari Terbit bersama pemuda yang dicintainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita gembira mengejutkan tahun kedua perkahwinan mereka, Maria hamil. Namun 6 bulan usia kehamilannya mereka dikejutkan dengan berita ginjal kiri Maria gagal berfungsi dengan baik. Taro terduduk. Adakah bermakna orang yang disayangi juga bakal meninggalkannya. Airmata lelakinya mengalir. Jangan menangis abang, Ria belum pergi lagi. Tapi janji ngan Ria ajar anak kita tentang melayu, adat melayu segala galanya tentang melayu. Jika Ria tak sempat mendidiknya abang adalah orang yang bertanggungjawab. Usik Ria. Bakaro…Ucap Taro sambil memeluk isterinya. Namun ketentuan tuhan amat pengasih dan penyayang  memberikan implikasi yang berbeza. Maria sempat membesarkan Arianna sehingga berumur 11 tahun.  Walaupun dalam keadaan lemah, dia masih boleh memberikan Arianna kasih sayang. Abang…Ria sudah tak mampu bertahan. Terima kasih untuk tahun tahun yang indah untuk Ria. Sejujurnya Ria bersyukur ditemukan dengan suami seperti abang. Ampunkan Ria, halalkan makan minum. Ucap Maria dibilik hospital. Ary…jaga papa Sayang. Jangan nakal nakal. Mama takut tak dapat nak bagi nasihat ni buat Ary, bila Ary dah besar nanti. Belajarlah untuk Jatuh cinta dan belajarlah untuk mencintai dan dicintai sebabnya Ary kena explore sendiri. Cintakan music juga ya sayang. Peluk mamanya perlahan. Dalam dingin dan tenang senja di musim luruh, Maria meninggalkan Taro dan Ary untuk selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle tak pernah salahkan sesiapa pun akan kehilangan Maria dalam hidup kami. Namun jangan libatkan Ary. Ucap papa. Airmataku sudah lama jatuh. Mulianya cinta papa dan mama. Aku terpegun. Ary adalah mutiara yang Maria simpan dan sanggup berkorban. Tolong jangan buat Ary terluka. Sambung papa lagi. Zack dah lama terduduk ditepiku sambil mengenggam erat tanganku. Rupanya saudara yang dicari cari rupa rupanya dihadapan matanya. Dia menyapu airmataku. Sepupu…ucapnya lambat. Aku senyum dalam keterpaksaan. Zack!!!! Jerit satu suara. Apa awak buat di sana.  Jauhkan diri awak dari keluarga pembunuh itu. Jerit wanita itu lagi. Mama…stop it. Tak cukup cukup lagi ke dendam 19 tahun lalu. Lantang Zack bersuara kemudian dia menarikku kedalam pelukkannya. And for your info, she’s my girlfriend and whether you like it or not I’m going to marry her sonner or later. Balas Zack. Bravo…bravo…you are great Taro. I underestimate you. You have once take my daughter from me and now you want to take my one and only grandson. Wanita tua yang digelar bonda tadi keluar sambil bertepuk tangan. What a cheap trick. Once glance I say you exactly look like Maria but I remind myself that you a daughter of this killer. Ulangnya lagi. Sudah!!!!jeritku. Papa tak pernah bunuh sesiapa pun. Mama lagi mulia dari korang berdua. Sehingga ke akhir hayatnya dia mencintai papa. Tak cukup lagi ke apa yang papa terima. Tolonglah jangan hina papa. Ku pandang wajah papa. Mama kata orang Melayu cukup tinggi adatnya tapi kalau inilah yang dinamakan melayu, Ary malu mengaku anak melayu. Lemah pandangan ku jatuh pada Zack. Ku peluk dia perlahan walaupun pada mulanya dia terkejut. Sayang…jangan jadi anak derhaka. Kalau kuat jodoh kita, Ary akan jadi milik Zack. Ingat janji Zack untuk bahagiakan Ary. Ucapkan. Kemudian aku berlalu sambil tanganku masih bertaut erat pada Zack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tu adalah malam terakhir ku melihat manusia yang bernama ZACK. Melalui cerita cerita yang boleh dipercayai, Zack menyambung pembelajarannya di States. Aku percaya pada Zack. Dia takkan membelakangkan cinta kami cuma aku sedih menempuh SPM seorang diri namun begitu ku bersyukur Im dan Y masih ada disisiku. Mereka langsung tidak menyentuh pasal Zack mahupun Ray. Aku kembali menjadi musim luruh. Cantik tapi sunyi. Ku kira percintaan itu indah namun rupanya menyakitkan. Pain…. Love  macam saudara kembar. Phone ku bersuara girang. Message rupanya. “Matahari bersuara gembira. Ingin menutup musim luruh mengantikan kesepian dengan sejuknya salju. Jangan menangis puteriku, hari esok pastikan ia menjadi hari yang mengembirakan”. Moga apa yang disampaikan message tersebut akan menakhiri penderitaan ini.  Rindunya pada manusia yang bernama Zack ini. Rindukah dia padaku. Getus hatiku sambil menekan “delete" pada message tersebut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-6476900426657336510?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/6476900426657336510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=6476900426657336510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6476900426657336510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/6476900426657336510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-is-love4.html' title='Pain is Love.......4'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYSjVN3Pc-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Am8UM_8C6O0/s72-c/Twilight-Wallpaper-twilight-series-1105650_1680_1050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7500451085893769657</id><published>2009-01-30T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:51:30.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corat Coret'/><title type='text'>Kerja la!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYLoDsyUmYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jS1jpqW5Ztw/s1600-h/img38970tg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYLoDsyUmYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jS1jpqW5Ztw/s320/img38970tg6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297051262000601474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag cerita ari ni pasal kerja. Ya..orang sibuk bercerita pasal pengangguran, pembuangan pekerja dsb. Untung nasib seorang teman pula lain kisahnya. Dia bakal menghadiri satu temuduga besok. Jangan gemuruh duhai teman. Be your self and confident but don't over do it. Trust your self. Bagi kita yang sememangnya sudah mempunyai pekerjaan. Kerja la... bersyukur kerana kita masih mempunyai pekerjaan berbanding mereka yang jobless. Well my main point is we should be thankful and grateful of what we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7500451085893769657?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7500451085893769657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7500451085893769657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7500451085893769657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7500451085893769657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/01/kerja-la.html' title='Kerja la!!!!'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SYLoDsyUmYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jS1jpqW5Ztw/s72-c/img38970tg6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3036026552089945316</id><published>2009-01-18T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:15:59.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulis le apa je'/><title type='text'>Rindu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SXMdbCgxeJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Upt7fYne6S4/s1600-h/princesshours3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SXMdbCgxeJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Upt7fYne6S4/s320/princesshours3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292606337458469010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya dah lama sangat tak menjenguk blog ni. Well kerja berlambak n aku baru je sembuh sepenuhnya dari sakit. Buat masa ni idea tengah kering kontang. Tak tahu nak tulis apa mungkin inilah implikasi dari makan lapan biji ubat sehari. Sekali lagi eNovel Pain is Love terpaksa freeze buat masa ini. Apapun Ganbatte Kudasai na Nicky San!!!Moga moga cepatla nanti aku mendapat ilham macam mana nak meneruskan percintaan antara Ary, Zack dan Ray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-3036026552089945316?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3036026552089945316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3036026552089945316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3036026552089945316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3036026552089945316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2009/01/rindu.html' title='Rindu...'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SXMdbCgxeJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Upt7fYne6S4/s72-c/princesshours3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4875129430858863723</id><published>2008-12-31T20:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:51:36.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulis le apa je'/><title type='text'>Selamat Tinggal 2008!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVtqYy6kGhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mrHTTamdTqY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVtqYy6kGhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mrHTTamdTqY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285935561866222098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini hari terakhir dalam kalender 2008. Sedih rasanya bila hari begitu cepat bertukar ganti dan bulan demi bulan bertukar nama. Aku masih seperti beberapa hari yang lalu sakit n makin teruk. Permulaan kepada tahun yang agak kurang baik.Well, e-novel Pain is Love terpaksa tergendala sebab faktor kesihatan yang terjejas kebelakangan ni. Rakan rakan sepejabat sibuk bertanya dan menyusun rancangan untuk sambutan tahun baru. Argh...aku benci tempat sesak. Rasa lemas. So, aku mengambil keputusan untuk menyambutnya dirumah seperti tahun tahun yang sudah. Azam?...Aku dah tekad dengan satu azam tu tetapi tak nak leh tulis kan takut tak kesampaian pula. Insyallah akan kucuba untuk menunaikan azam 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4875129430858863723?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4875129430858863723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4875129430858863723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4875129430858863723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4875129430858863723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2008/12/selamat-tinggal-2008.html' title='Selamat Tinggal 2008!!!!'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVtqYy6kGhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mrHTTamdTqY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-578849888020022731</id><published>2008-12-29T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:27:14.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Review....'/><title type='text'>Ceritaku Favourite ku...................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVjBQp489gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dhWhHB5nYUc/s1600-h/f4cdc270dd1470_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVjBQp489gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dhWhHB5nYUc/s400/f4cdc270dd1470_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285186654586074626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini aku bekerja seperti biasa walaupun PH and still not feeling well. Dua hari bungkam kat rumah membawa aku ke dalam animasi kanak kanak riang. Patutlah bebudak kat office selalu bilang aku tak serupa usia. Well, dalam usia yang menginjak ke alam adult n maturity aku kenal apa itu "jurang" yang akan memisahkan aku dan dunia ku. Mungkin tubuh remajaku sukar untuk meninggalkan jasad ini walhal usia semakin bertambah. Back to the topic, aku ingin menceritakan tentang Shoju Manga yang selama ini menjadi kegilaanku dan remaja2 di luar sana. Salah satu cerita yang buat aku nak mengalirkan airmata ialah Kasih Selamanya (dah dibuat filem kat jepun) AND Gakuen Alice. Cerita memang lembab sebab banyak bab cerita dan diceritakan. Above all, it's really funny. Pasal seorang kanak2 perempuan yang mempunya kuasa luar biasa yang diperturunkan dari parentnya. Tetapi sepanjang dia nak track dia punya Alice ni macam macam terjadi, cinta, persahabatan and kasih sayang. Bab tak tahan tu bila dia jumpa parent dia. Sedih beb...percintaan mereka and what is love kalau dua dua orang ni ada power yang boleh dikatakan dangerous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVjAGFhJCaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9pMcCFuIDXk/s1600-h/z140637204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVjAGFhJCaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9pMcCFuIDXk/s400/z140637204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285185373512206754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipendekkan cerita, aku enjoy at the same time ada "that Feeling" bila baca baca benda yang menyentuh pasal kekeluargaan ni. Emo? mungkin juga sebab jarak dan destinasi yang memisahkan dua dunia. Anyway aku masih tunggu lagi pengakhiran cerita Gakuen Alice ku tu walau ku tahu dah ada orang label aku Manga Freak. As long HAPPY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-578849888020022731?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/578849888020022731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=578849888020022731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/578849888020022731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/578849888020022731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2008/12/hari-ini-aku-bekerja-seperti-biasa.html' title='Ceritaku Favourite ku...................'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVjBQp489gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dhWhHB5nYUc/s72-c/f4cdc270dd1470_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-206520507304962215</id><published>2008-12-28T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:20:22.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muhasabah Diri'/><title type='text'>Ah...sakit lagi</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya secara rasmi aku jatuh sakit. Doctor kat suspect denggi tapi belum tau lagi. Sengal rasanya segala sendi sendi tulang ni. Hihi namun aku puas hati juga sebab boleh sambung tido. Well aku tak cukup rest doktor cakap la. Yelah asyik keja!!! keja n keja. Mungkin nilah masanya untuk aku sit back and think sambil sambil menyambung kembali pembacaan ku pasal my favourite Manga "Gakuen Alice"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVb98XWFSYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/z6_f2J4QV3g/s1600-h/Love-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVb98XWFSYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/z6_f2J4QV3g/s400/Love-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284690426266470786" 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/7444424475497372196-206520507304962215?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/206520507304962215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=206520507304962215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/206520507304962215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/206520507304962215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahsakit-lagi.html' title='Ah...sakit lagi'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SVb98XWFSYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/z6_f2J4QV3g/s72-c/Love-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4382315307128061485</id><published>2008-12-18T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:44:47.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesi Pecah Otak II'/><title type='text'>Mistik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUpvcgpdMTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/llD7XMJw1Co/s1600-h/sn313a_011b-ce39f7bb-t3.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUpvcgpdMTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/llD7XMJw1Co/s400/sn313a_011b-ce39f7bb-t3.thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281156048636162354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persoalan diminda membawa aku mengutarakan topic di atas. Well, dalam dunia yang menuju ke arus moden (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;predicted recession for period of 2 years&lt;/span&gt;)tetapi ia masih taboo dan dipercayai kuat di beberapa negeri dan daerah dearah kecil Di Malaysia. Namun sudut diskusi aku kali ini takkan pergi jauh ke alam mistik yang aku sendiri tak faham. Aku cuma ingin membawa kepada bicara Mentera Semerah Padi yang dinamakan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Power Of Love"&lt;/span&gt;. Seorang teman pernah berkongsi cerita mengenai Cinta Luar Biasa ini. Namun aku leka berfikir membawa kepada persoalan, adakah ia kekal abadi. Sihir cinta yang dijampi, adakah tulus dari hati ataupun sekadar dendam kesumat kerana cuba ingin memiliki sesuatu yang diidamkan. Namun akhirnya ini membawa kepada penggunaan cara cara halus dan halimunan. Betullah kata pendapat orang yang terdahulu, Manusia seringkali tidak akan matang bila melibatkan Cinta. Dalam diam cinta adalah senjata dan pembunuh yang paling kejam kerana dapat mempengaruhi manusia mengikut perasaan tanpa memperdulikan kelogikkan akal. Ayat ayat cinta yang telah dijampi mengikut kepercayaan dan cara tersendiri begitu "kuat" sehinggakan siMangsa tak perlu berjumpa 4 mata pun boleh terkena. Betapa jahilnya pemangsa yang melakukan sedemikian sehingga sanggup membelakangkan agama masing masing yang melarang keras perbuatan sesat ini. Well, aku cuma ingin berkongsi pendapat tentang topic ini namun jauh di hati langsung tidak ingin memperkecilkan ataupun memperolokkan sesiapa mengenai hal ini. Sekadar untuk tatapan bacaan pada mereka yang singgah diblog ini. Apapun kisah benar telah membawa ku hanyut untuk berdiskusi topic yang agak klise tapi masih panas dalam masyarakat kita. Susah nak percaya tetapi ia berlaku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4382315307128061485?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4382315307128061485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4382315307128061485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4382315307128061485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4382315307128061485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2008/12/mistik.html' title='Mistik'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUpvcgpdMTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/llD7XMJw1Co/s72-c/sn313a_011b-ce39f7bb-t3.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-1226961976853987138</id><published>2008-12-16T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:11:12.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesi Pecah Otak'/><title type='text'>Gentlemen &amp; Mr Nice Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUea1ybF7QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/T3qTFZaDQaQ/s1600-h/Jacob-Black-the-quileute-tribe-1558917-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUea1ybF7QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/T3qTFZaDQaQ/s400/Jacob-Black-the-quileute-tribe-1558917-1024-768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280359336974347522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Week so boring dengan situation sekeliling membawa aku menjadi kaki wayang. Layanla satu cerita English. Twilight. Kisahnya simple dan mudah untuk difahami. Yelah pasal Vampire yang bertukar menjadi vegetarian ( tobat tak nak darah lagi) and fall in love dengan seorang gadis yang konon kononnya dah memang dikenenkan ngan simamat Vampire ni sejak azali lagi. Well dipendekkan citer, mamat Vampire ni memang,baik, sopan and tak lagi kategori lelaki macam ni dalam zaman skrg ni.So dia bolot dua dua anugerah di atas tu, Gentlemen plus his nice guy. Kalau handsome tu dah kira bonus la kan. However korang fikirkan la n renungkan la ye apa sebenarnya erti disebalik dua gelaran diatas. Well every people has a different view to define both words. Aku juga tak nak ketinggalan. Hihihi...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gentlemen ~ a man with an income derived from property, a legacy or some other source, and was thus independently wealthy and did not need to work. The term was particularly used of those who could not claim nobility or even the rank of esquire.In Modern terms is define as democratised so as to include any man of good, courteous conduct, or even to all men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nice guys ~ term in the general public discourse and in popular culture for a male with certain personality traits and behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorry ari ni terasa macam nak cerita panjang sikit. Apapun..share2la korang punya pendapat untuk topic aku ari ni ye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-1226961976853987138?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/1226961976853987138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=1226961976853987138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/1226961976853987138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/1226961976853987138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2008/12/gentlemen-mr-nice-guy.html' title='Gentlemen &amp; Mr Nice Guy'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUea1ybF7QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/T3qTFZaDQaQ/s72-c/Jacob-Black-the-quileute-tribe-1558917-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-3449684797175954439</id><published>2008-12-15T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:54:46.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Iron &amp; Wine ~ Flightless Bird American Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUZOCFZX1UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n01PJ-7RwGM/s1600-h/twilight_movie-7171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUZOCFZX1UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n01PJ-7RwGM/s400/twilight_movie-7171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279993410853786946" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins&lt;br /&gt;All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys&lt;br /&gt;Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair&lt;br /&gt;Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I found you&lt;br /&gt;Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth&lt;br /&gt;Big pill looming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a fat house cat&lt;br /&gt;Nursing my sore blunt tongue&lt;br /&gt;Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks&lt;br /&gt;Pissing on magazine photos&lt;br /&gt;Those fishing lures thrown in the cold&lt;br /&gt;And clean blood of Christ mountain stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I found you&lt;br /&gt;Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you,American mouth&lt;br /&gt;Big pill stuck going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually,this song meant for love song,the lyrics is  so really poetic and i really love how the song writer express the feeling. Full of metaphor and so symbolic. I'm not quiet sure if you guys agree with me la. But this is the view of my mind reading ( jgn percaya kadang tak tul juga pun) Well hope you guys enjoy of the  selection of the song as this from one of my FAV Movie which hit nowdays apalagi kalau bukan Twilight. Next time i will give the review and comments about the meaning of gentlemen and Mr Nice guys in my writing next time in the  Movie ya. Adios!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-3449684797175954439?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/3449684797175954439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=3449684797175954439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3449684797175954439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/3449684797175954439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2008/12/iron-wine-flightless-bird-american.html' title='Iron &amp; Wine ~ Flightless Bird American Mouth'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUZOCFZX1UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n01PJ-7RwGM/s72-c/twilight_movie-7171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-8818397616033887600</id><published>2008-12-13T13:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:10:39.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain is Love'/><title type='text'>Pain is Love.......3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUNNnEN8HyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EaxDKMGpKhM/s1600-h/blend01lw3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUNNnEN8HyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EaxDKMGpKhM/s320/blend01lw3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279148521750798114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seharian di dalam music hall membuatkan aku letih. Tiba tiba tangan ku ditarik. Auch!!…jeritku kecil. Ray naper awak ni. Marahku dan cuba melepaskan pegangan tangannya. Dia diam tak berkata. Kemudian berlalu. Ray what is this? Awak tarik saya and try to make me understand with that attitude. Sambungku balik. Sofea… awak tak faham atau awak pura pura tak faham. Balasnya tepat dimukaku.  Aku masih memandang tepat ke wajahnya yang cuma selisih beberapa inci. Ku terasa pipiku dah panas membahang. Please calm down. Motivate your self .His got a girlfriend…aku sekali lagi bermonolog. Sofea …I really love you. Tiba tiba Ray bersuara memecahkan tembok ais antara kami berdua.  Mukanya tunduk memandang ke jalan. Ray tak sangka awak akan jadi girlfriend Zack. Balasnya. Aku kehilangan kata terduduk di lorong sepi yang menjadi saksi luahan hati Ray. Awak salah faham Ray..hati mula memberontak namun di satu sisi lain menyatakan benda yang berbeza. Sofea…I know I can’t have your love but believe me one day I will. Sumpahnya. Ray….kenapa awak cakap macam ni. Naper setelah ….airmataku mengalir, aku benci dengan sumpah orang yang sudah ada kekasih.. Drama apa yang mereka lakonkan ni. Dia pandang wajahku. Sofea I’m sorry really sorry ..bukan maksudku untuk …ahh…luahan berat yang Ray lepaskan buatku terkejut. Zack benar sukakan awak Sofea. What!!!! Zack is in love with me… otakku cuba untuk memproses ayat cinta yang Ray ucapkan sebentar Tadi. Ray tak berani untuk menjadi duri dalam daging.  Ray tak pernah nampak dia macam tu. But don’t worry ucapnya sambil mendekatkan dahinya ke dahiku lalu menyentuh lembut rambutku. I’m still in love with you even Zack can’t stop me for having that feeling. Chupp..satu kucupan lembut di dahi mengejutkan aku ke dunia realiti. Airmataku masih mengalir. Aku tak tahu kenapa airmataku begitu murah untuk jatuh. Mungkin satu aku secara rasminya di sentuh oleh orang yang bukan muhrim. HARAM!!!dan yang lagi satu kerana aku juga ada “That Feeling” ngan Ray. Dari hari dia senyum sambil mengenyitkan matanya, di Kantin sekolah dan minggu minggu yang lalu. Aku kejang dalam rangkulan Ray. Tak terkata. The truth is the other day I was damn jealous that's why I said those harsh word to you. terangnya tetapi realiti yang dia adalah kekasih orang membuatkan perasaan ku mati. Aku tidak mahu dicop perampas walaupun aku turut merasakan ngilu dihati. Jantungku terasa seperti dirobek. Hatiku terluka yang dalam sangat. Ray masih di situ menekapkan wajahku ke dadanya. Harum. Nanti bau ni…seperti pernah aku hidu…memori cepatlah mengimbas…ops..mesin pengimbas turut tidak berpusing sebab hatiku telah mematikan segala system dibadanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray…Arianna..apa ni? Satu suara mengejutkan aku dari mimpi. Zack berdiri tepat di hadapan kami berdua. What is this? Soalnya tapi masih cuba berlagak cool. Ary jatuh tadi..nasib baik Ray ada. Terangku walaupun aku tahu itu bukan jawapan yang bagus melihatkan keadaan dan keintiman kami berdua. Servis bertukar tangan aku berdiri di sisi Zack walaupun ku tahu berat rasanya Ray lepaskan. Thanks buddy kalau ko tak de tak…ujar Zack. Ray..panggil ku. Thanks for everything. Dalam maksud ayatku oh…tuhan hatiku menangis menjerit lelaki mengapa ko harus menagih cinta sedangkan ko sudah ada cinta dalam dirimu dari seorang gadis yang begitu sempurna. Aku masih berkonfrantasi dengan diri sendiri. Aku memang benci sikapnya tetapi at the same time I really love him so much…that much sampai hatiku sanggup untuk menutup kenyataan bahawa dia ada kekasih. Ary you have to stop this. Otakku cuba untuk bertindak positif. Ku pandang Zack yang kejap kejap tangannya memegang lenganku takut aku tak stabil dan jatuh. Apa kurangnya Zack Ary,,…hatiku kecil kembali menjadi hakim. But he never even say he love me. Sisi lain ku pula cuba menjadi peguam bela. He have said tu you once. Kembali hatiku bertelaga. But I thought is just a joking thing coz he never serious. Damn…aku terkejut untuk kesekian kalinya.  Zack aku rasa aku nak berterus terang ngan ko. Tegas Ray. Aku sukakan Arianna Sofea. Tolong jangan sia siakan dia. Kalau aku dapat tahu ko lukakan hatinya than you owe me big time. Jelas Ray lancar tak tersangkut sangkut. Aku dah agak dah. Dari cara ko pandang Ary aku dah tahu., but Bro don’t worry, she’ll safe with me. Thanks for your concern. Dari bunyi ayat Zack dah dengar lain tune. Stop it both of you. Macam budak budak. Both of you not even ask me my own feeling. Jeritlku meninggalkan dua duanya sekali. Dua dua best friend. Dua dua bodoh. Hanya kerana perempuan nak gaduh. Benci!!!!.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kejadian di lorong belakang sekolah aku mengasingkan diri. Banyak juga rumour mengatakan aku tergila gilakan kedua dua Prince tu. Dalam dorm Rose dah banyak kali sampaikan pesanan Laila agar aku melupakan Ray padahal there’s nothing happen. I wont be the third person. Aku invincible pada Zack juga Ray dan yang sewaktu dengannya. Mama pernah kata dicintai dan mencintai perlukan pengorbanan. Bila keadaan menekan, Express yourself through music. Itulah yang aku buat. Dalam bilik ataupun selepas waktu sekolah, music hall menjadi sasaranku. Rasanya aku menjadi mangsa taruhan mereka berdua kot. Bestfriend? Of course new girls come to a new school who’s will be the lucky one going to win her heart. Aku tidak lagi menangis. Aku bosan menjadi gadis penangis. Namun hatiku yang menangis. Zack mahupun Ray langsung tak kelihatan di Sekolah. Mana hilangnya sang pencintaku. Bukan ke kemaafan tu suatu penyudah kepada semua ini.  Lewat petang aku menuju ke Music Hall untuk sekian kalinya. Hatiku sakit. Perit bagai ditusuk duri yang tajam. Ku capai violin. Ku alunkan lagu kegemaranku di situ. Aku sedih sebenarnya. Suasana petang yang redup membawa diriku ke satu atmosfera yang berlainan. Hatiku menangis teruk. Sampai hati mereka buat aku macam ni. Memang aku terasa aku hadirnya cinta Ray tetapi semuanya terlambat sebab dia telah dimilik dan aku akan cuba belajar untuk memberikan ruang hatiku sepenuhnya untuk Zack. Sekali lagi alunan music menjadi pantas seperti halilintar. Actually you just need to cry. Satu suara menegurku. Aku rindu suara tu. Suara orang yang selama ini menjadi bestfriendku teman untuk ku meluahkan segalanya. Aku berpaling. Zack!!! Hatiku menjerit namun tanganku masih pantas dan tak berhenti mengalunkan irama tadi. Masih focus. Ary..i’m sorry really….terdengar derap derap kasut yang cuba menghampiriku. I never felt like this. Try to escape from you I guess was a wrong choice. But… Ray was my goodfriend my best buddy…like my own brother. Dia berhenti lalu duduk di salah satu stool. Aku diam. Hukumlah aku Ary. Jangan buat aku seperti ini. Tiba tiba dia datang dan mendekatiku dari arah belakang. Aku kejang berdiri bagai patung. Lagu yang kualunkan menjadi music sumbang. Please don’t throw me from your life and pretend I’m not exist at all. Sambungnya. Sakit …sakit hati ni Ary. Jangan seksa Zack seperti ini. I can’t stand Ary…not seeing you…not listening to your voice. Remember ..once I’ve tell you that I want to be that person in your life Ary.  Ujarnya. Bukan Zack tak nak meluahkan cinta tetapi Zack takut persahabatan yang baru bercambah musnah sebab cinta. Empangan airmataku jatuh juga. Aku berpaling menghadap Zack. Kalau inilah yang dipanggil cinta, Ary takut untuk kenal cinta. Sakit. Terangku sambil memegang dadaku yang sesak dengan wabak yang melanda kami berdua. Zack memandang sambil menyapu lembut pipiku yang basah dengan airmata. Memang aku rindu saat kami berdua dulu. Aku rindu gurauannya. Walaupun kadangkala aku tidak bersetuju Zack tahu mencuri hati. Pendek cerita aku rindukan dia. Aku seperti tidak bosan untuk bertemu dengannya. Ah…cinta….tapi kami masing masing tak pernah meluahkan rasa itu sehinggalah peristiwa aku dan Ray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia diam. Dengan lembut dia memandang sambil menyentuh jemariku. I understand. Ucapnya sambil cuba untuk berlalu. Frustration yang Zack tunjukkan jelas terpancar diwajahnya. Tanganku masih dalam genggamannya erat. Teach me ….ucapku lembut. Dia sekali lagi terpana. Aku menghampirinya. Zack I don’t know this feeling. Hati ni sakit sangat. Zack buang Ary jauh. I’ve until thought you guys done some betting to win my heart. Ary sedih. Ary pujuk diri Ary not to be this kind of person. But I always lose. I hate you for changing me like this. I don’t like a brand new me. You’ve totally change me Zack. Ary tak nak rasa sakit tu lagi. Menyesakkan dada. Pretending that all this while we’re best friends.  Zack tiba tiba menarikku kedalam pelukkannya. I’m sorry Ary….pantas sungguh tangannya bergerak kan. Amaran.. berpelukan di kawasan sekolah adalah salah disisi undang undang. Ops…………..melalut pula. Kemudian dia membisikkan sesuatu ditelingaku. Actually Zack dah jatuh cinta kat Ary masa first time kita jumpa. When you smile at me I feel like I was in a different sky not blue but pink. Aku senyum. Dia pun tersenyum sambil meleraikan pelukkan tadi. Thank you my prince charming. Ucapku malu. Aku terasa rona mukaku merah. You always welcome my princess. Sambil memimpinku keluar dari Music Hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun di suatu sudut. Mr Jay dan Ray memerhatikan Jdrama sebentar tadi. Well I guess love is always a burden to human. Ucap pendek Mr Jay. Ray diam. Dia tahu hatinya kecewa. Tetapi ikrar untuk terus mencintai Arianna takkan pudar sampai bila bila. Sofea….i’ll always love you. Sumpahnya didalam hati. Kalah pada sahabat yang selama ini menjadi pendorong. Bagai terngiang ngiang kata kata Zack tadi. I have to move on. Sekali lagi Ray berkonfrontasi dengan diri sendiri. Move on…..hatinya menjerit. Ray come let’s find something to eat. Lapar. Pujuk Mr Jay yang selama ini dah bertindak macam Big Brother untuk mereka berempat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-8818397616033887600?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8818397616033887600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=8818397616033887600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8818397616033887600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/8818397616033887600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2008/12/pain-is-love3.html' title='Pain is Love.......3'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SUNNnEN8HyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EaxDKMGpKhM/s72-c/blend01lw3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-7354862752056379379</id><published>2008-12-05T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:55:49.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>Thank God is Friday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/STlO-zzxBnI/AAAAAAAAACo/tTjXfmnQp5Y/s1600-h/anime_fav304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/STlO-zzxBnI/AAAAAAAAACo/tTjXfmnQp5Y/s200/anime_fav304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276335279407433330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestnye, last day of the week. Lepas juga stress kerja untuk tempoh yang panjang akhirnya weekend muncul juga. This week takde plan apa apa pun tapi rakan se ofis sibuk bercerita pasal kisah cinta lama zaman sekolah. Best juga. Aku apalagi join se kaki jugalah. Tumpang dengar kisah cintan cintun ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nak dijadikan cerita kisah "First Love" aku lebih dan kurang dengan diorang je. Kalau diingat balik rasa happy, shy2 cat and sedih pun ada juga. Permulaan yang agak slow, steady and adventurous however the Ending in not what i've plan. Well cinta tak semestinya berakhir dengan kebahagiaan kan. Namun jauh disudut hatiku berharap moga kami berdua menemui kebahagian masing masing. Hihi...bunyi macam frust tapi nak kata betul memang masa tu YES!!!! Tapi sekarang dah lupa habis la. Time will heal. So untuk itu aku bagi lagu ni untuk pencinta KU yang mana kami saling berusaha untuk melupakan cinta lama yang begitu sukar untuk dilupakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I DONT LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you get back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to find another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When after all this time that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;You're still, the good-for-nothing I don't know&lt;br /&gt;So take your gloves and get out&lt;br /&gt;Better get out&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of all the needless beating&lt;br /&gt;But baby when they knock you&lt;br /&gt;Down and out&lt;br /&gt;It's where you oughta stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the blood that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;Another dollar's just another blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fix your eyes and get up&lt;br /&gt;Better get up&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whooa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-7354862752056379379?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/7354862752056379379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=7354862752056379379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7354862752056379379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/7354862752056379379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-god-is-friday.html' title='Thank God is Friday!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/STlO-zzxBnI/AAAAAAAAACo/tTjXfmnQp5Y/s72-c/anime_fav304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-5168286342761269222</id><published>2008-12-04T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:47:15.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luahan Rasa'/><title type='text'>Penat Vs Letih = Mengantuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/STfejEmieQI/AAAAAAAAACg/0-IiC7-gC3U/s1600-h/thinkorange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/STfejEmieQI/AAAAAAAAACg/0-IiC7-gC3U/s200/thinkorange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275930182599997698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni memang hari yang memenatkan. Kerja berlambak, dateline oh..gosh tak ye cakap. Nasib baliklah malam tadi my Waltz class agak menarik. Well,my time is always with work n work. I need to take a break and breath. Nak cari satu destination yang betul betul breathtaking. December baru nak memulakan cerita tapi lembaran 2008 pula nak menutup tirai. Resolution? ....nampaknya tahun ni tak de kut. Cuma berdoa kepada Tuhan dimurahkan rezeki, sihat tubuh badan and iman lebih kuat menekap di dada....hihi..&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess cerita harus dihentikan di sini. Mata dah asyik pandang pandang pada bantal kat sebelah. Novel Pain is Love harus di freezekan buat seketika. 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-4268772479277426985</id><published>2008-11-20T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:30:13.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coretan'/><title type='text'>Bila jari ku kembali menari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SSRMZlvpyXI/AAAAAAAAACY/vh7aQ3QRzB8/s1600-h/ashburn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SSRMZlvpyXI/AAAAAAAAACY/vh7aQ3QRzB8/s200/ashburn1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270421466442746226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini aku ingin berkongsi pengalaman tadi. Well habis kelas malam dalam pukul 2130 aku menanti bas dengan penuh sabar. Manusia pertama yang lalu dihadapan mataku adalah seorang lelaki bersama bayi yang dikendongnya dalam gerimis malam. Sahabatku disebelah lantas menegur sambil merasa kasihan melihat kesungguhan seorang lelaki yang bergelar bapa untuk memberikan perlindungan kepada anaknya dari terkena hujan. Hati kecilku pula turut berhujah. Kita sepatutnya bersyukur dan salute pada lelaki sebegitu yang berani memegang tanggungjawab, mana perginya para isteri. insiden kedua setelah bas yang ditunggu tak juga kunjung tiba kami kali ni dkunjungi oleh seorang perempuan. Pada pandangan mata kasar kelihatan perempuan tu seolah olah menunggu seseorang. Dari segi pakaian yang tak teratur dan kukunya yang hitam kami merasakan perempuan tu spesis orang gila. Aku lantas angkat kaki sebab jam sudah 2215hrs. Aku lantas bersuara pada sahabat yang turut sama menunggu bas. Ku pandang wajah sahabatku yang seakan takut. Alhamdulliah taxi sampai. Tatkala di dalam taxi barulah dia menceritakan keadaan perempuan tu sebenarnya. Walaupun bunyinya seakan serkap jarang tetapi just imagine dalam jam sebegitu dalam pakaian yang basah kuyup oleh hujan dengan keadaan tak tentu dia hanya mendiamkan diri. Bunyi dan lagaknya seakan creepy kan. Tapi itulah yang berlaku. Takut juga kalau orang gila. Kang tak pasal pasal dia mengacukan pisau pula pada kami berdua. I hope cerita ni tak disalah ertikan. Cuma ingin berkongsi dan turut bersimpati. Well, poverty is not unusual word anymore. Sometimes mereka jadi begitu pun disebabkan ada kisah, cerita, peristiwa yang berlaku disebaliknya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444424475497372196-4268772479277426985?l=nikitamokujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4268772479277426985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7444424475497372196&amp;postID=4268772479277426985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4268772479277426985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7444424475497372196/posts/default/4268772479277426985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitamokujo.blogspot.com/2008/11/bila-jari-ku-kembali-menari.html' title='Bila jari ku kembali menari'/><author><name>Nicky D' Loryena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05148729773691117357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/TNlEX3SxuaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yuPd2sZghc8/S220/20447_1111832894615_1790686666_259348_776973_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SSRMZlvpyXI/AAAAAAAAACY/vh7aQ3QRzB8/s72-c/ashburn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444424475497372196.post-5931502273417568756</id><published>2008-11-18T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:04:22.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain is Love'/><title type='text'>Pain is Love.......2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SSLTu-lI1XI/AAAAAAAAACA/wQ1P--ihB9A/s1600-h/dscn2544barbados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW05TEers-0/SSLTu-lI1XI/AAAAAAAAACA/wQ1P--ihB9A/s200/dscn2544barbados.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007318003111282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suasana di music hall sunyi. Budak budak yang lain semuanya masih kat kelas. Tak de keja nak buat. Cikgu cikgu bermesyuarat buat kali kedua. Asyik mesyuarat je. Ku pandang violin yang tersusun kemas. Rindu nak mendengar gesekan violin ni. Dulu mama yang selalu memujukku untuk mendengar gesekkan violin ku. Terasa ada genangan airmata namun ku tahan. Aku telah berjanji dengan Papa untuk tidak menangis di atas pemergian mama. Lagipun mama dah lama menderita. Syukur tuhan telah mengakhiri penderitaanya walaupun dalam sakit mama masih boleh menyayangiku dan memberikanku kekuatan untuk menempuh hari yang mendatang. Lembut tanganku mengalunkan irama kegemaranku “Ave Maria”. Tanpa sedar juga airmataku menitis. Seperti ada persamaan antara kisah Hang Tuah dan Tun Teja dengan kisah disebalik irama yang ku alunkan Cuma kisah ni lebih sedih lagi sebab Sang Kekasih yang melupakan kekasih lamanya. Hatiku menangis. Seluruh kesedihan ku berikan sepenuhnya. Laju jemari aku mengalunkan hingga pengakhirian lagu. Hah …keluhan berat ku lepaskan setelah selesai mengalunkan irama. Cepat tanganku mengemaskan kembali violin yang kugunakan. Apa lagi alat muzik yang awak tahu main? Satu suara menyoalku dari belakang. Aku berpaling bila pula Zack and the gang ada kat sini. Aku mencari kelibat Ray. Dia seperti biasa berlagak cool hanya memandang ku dari kejauhan. Zack pula jadi Pak Sibuk nak tahu apa, kenapa, bagaimana? Ah bengangla. Aku senyum. Nak jam….ajakku. Lagipun tak de benda nak buat. Kita boleh jadi Quartet if you want to play. Cepat cepat tanganku mengambil violin tetapi terambil electric guitar. Ops that my expertise.. Classical …ahh.. too old serentak Zack dan Ray bersuara. Im jadi lead vocal jap and Y as usual. Arah Zack. Aku pandang mereka. Sofea kalau sofea nak boleh jadi pemain keyboard tak ye lah guna piano nampak macam pro pula. Ajak Ray. Aku senyum. How’s BM this Morning, ok? Sambungnya lagi. Aku mengangguk. Ehm … dah siap ke korang dating? Sampuk Zack sambil menunjukkan muka masam. Aku malas jadi keyboardist jadi aku mengambil keputusan mendengar mereka jamming. Best juga. Adalah bakat terpendam. Ku pandang ke arah Ray. Dia berkarisma la. Eh… seram la dengan perasaan sendiri ni. Oh god.. what should I do. Aku tunduk dan kaki terus melangkah keluar dari dewan menuju ke Dormitory kitorang walhal waktu balik belum sampai masanya. Aku takut dengan perasaan sendiri. Sampai dalam bilik aku diam. Jantungku masih berdebar kencang. Apa harus aku lakukan. Ary apa awak buat kat sini. Rose muncul entah dari mana. Aku diam. Awak sihat ke? Aku mengangguk. Awak buat apa kat sini juga Rose. Soalku pula. Ehmm…kitorang ada Big Party kat Kelas. Actually boleh kata it’s a surprise Party from Laila untuk Ray. Jelasnya. I datang pun nak ambil benda ni. Sambil menunjukkan Camera Digital brand Nikon. Siapa Laila tu. Soalku lagi. She’s actually Girlfriend Ray. Lama dah sejak kitorang form 3 lagi. Jelasnya. He has a girlfriend and he flirt with me. Aku terkejut badak. My god he’s playing with me all this while and I’m nearly fall for him. Jerit hatiku memberontak. Ary…I pergi dulu. Better you also make a move takut matron jumpa. Teruk nanti dendanya. Nasihatnya. Aku senyum. Kupandang wajahku dicermin. Awak betul betul bodoh baby. Lupakan dia. He’s a player…. Bentak hatiku. Aku harus melupakan Ray Iskandar. Go to hell !!!! I hate you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewat petang aku menerima panggilan dari Papa. Padanya kuterangnya segalanya, bagaimana aku hampir terjerat dalam kancah percintaan seorang playboy. Papa hanya tergelak. Baby sometimes we need that to lighten up our day. Pasti orangnya handsome kan kalau tidak tak mungkin baby boleh sangkut. Usik Papa. His more like you. Commentku. You mean his Japanese? Soal Papa. NotJapanese ada iras iras kut and his nice guy too.  Terang ku. Usikan Papa menghiburkan ku dan Papa berjanji akan datang melawat pada bulan seterusnya. I miss you so much Papa. Well my baby is quite popular also coz not evens a month you got a suitor Ucapnya mengakhiri panggilan telefonnya. Esakan kecil kedengaran keluar dari gelanggang bola keranjang. Di suatu sudut… Cantik .. tulah terdetik di hati Zack. Dari Hari pertama dia melihat Arianna hati dah terusik. Comel seakan lukisan cartoon anime. Alunan piano yang dialunkan Arianna pun turut mengusik malamnya. Aku dah angau kalau tak masakan dia begitu berani merenung dan mengaku pada Geng Kerasnya yang Arianna Miliknya. Mungkin kerana dia merasakan Ray juga turut berminat. Melihat kepada lagak Ray hari itu dia dah boleh agak. Dia kenal sangat siapa Ray. Hati batu terhadap semua spesis cinta Namun Ray is my best friend. Arianna…..ko buat aku gila la. Siapa pula menangis ni. Nah..Sapu tangan grey colour dihulurkan kepadaku. Aku mendongak. Zack…bagaimana dia ada kat sini. Dia kemudian baring di padang rumput tempat aku duduk. Daddy babies.. aku diam. Skirt putih yang ku pakai dikipas kipas angin. Tenang. Zack diam. Sapu tangan grey tu singgah dipipi yang basah dengan airmata. Rindu… that natural for us. Kalau rindu sangat sangat I’m always around. Rasanya bahu ni masih boleh tahan kalau setakat kepala Ary. Pujuknya. Airmataku masih mengalir. Papa tak pernah macam ni. He never leave me alone after mum died. Zack memandangku. Ary… dia tak berkata apa apa tapi dari pandangan matanya seperti tersalur kuasa solar. I will not cry. Aku senyum . Arigato Zack. Ucapku dalam Japanese dan untuk pertama kali kurasakan dia baik. Dia senyum.  By the way are you always this with this image. Soalnya. Aku berpaling cuba untuk marah. It’s cute princess ucapnya sambil jarak mukanya hanya berberapa inci dari mukaku. You!!! …Tiba tiba ku rasa seperti tempurung lutut nak tercabut pula. Hebatnya tamparan Putera putera Zeus ni. Lupa nak bagitau, dia dari kelas 4 Zeus. Hati hati Ary...rangkulnya dipinggang bila menyedari aku hilang imbangan. Ehmm janganlah nak beromantik romantic kat sini pula. Sampuk Imran yang datang dari arah yang tak diketahui. Dibelakangnya Ray namun wajahnya seakan sedih bila melihat kami berdua. Zack cuma tersenyum mengaru kepala yang tak gatal. Aku???? Masih mencari cari kenapa Ray begitu. Namun aku harus tahu jawapan. He’s got a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hot Couple !!!&lt;br /&gt;Zack n Ary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What !!!! pagi pagi buta aku dah diserbu oleh budak kelas. Ada yang memaksa ku untuk melihat bulletin pelajar. Tak kurang juga perlian sinis dari kelompok kelompak peminat Zack. Pantas kaki melangkah 
