<?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-5375567696269573046</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:57:16.669+08:00</updated><category term='Kad...'/><category term='Intro...'/><category term='Road To MyGirl...'/><category term='Galleries...'/><title type='text'>My Girl...</title><subtitle type='html'>The only girl i ever love...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FeeFifo6</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/SWdjSwrJcmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l8qBqPrpRrQ/S220/P1050564.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375567696269573046.post-6239313372830153741</id><published>2007-09-28T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:55:28.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road To MyGirl...'/><title type='text'>Chapter VI : Faraway Again...</title><content type='html'>After finishing my Industrial Practical (31 Mac 2005), i go back to UTm main campus at Skudai to complete my final semester... Once again, i &amp;amp; her must separate for a while, at least 2 month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She make promise that she will wait me... &amp;amp; that's waht she doing after i finish my study on Jun 2005... Then i go back to Pahang, It meant both of us, not faraway anymore... If have chance, i will date her. Our common dating place is Temerloh Town, Half an hour from Bandar Pusat, Maran...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375567696269573046-6239313372830153741?l=feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6239313372830153741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375567696269573046&amp;postID=6239313372830153741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/6239313372830153741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/6239313372830153741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-vi-faraway-again.html' title='Chapter VI : Faraway Again...'/><author><name>FeeFifo6</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/SWdjSwrJcmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l8qBqPrpRrQ/S220/P1050564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375567696269573046.post-6777632095434921980</id><published>2007-08-21T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:33:29.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road To MyGirl...'/><title type='text'>Chapter V : First Time Date...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I begin my practical at home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PPPTR&lt;/span&gt; at Unit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Komputer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FASSB&lt;/span&gt; ( November 2004-Mac 2005)... I will be here 5 month with allowance RM 300 per month... My job here is to develop Digital Library System ( User can access all the pictures that related agricultural)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point i want to say here... The point is, here, i will be more close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;... Only 20KM that keep me away from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to meet but always have hurdle for us, such us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; must work at holiday &amp; other reasons... Finally, someday at December, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; want to meet me today!!! I feel like want to hide ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; shy guy)... First, i refuse to meet, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; want &amp;amp; begging me to meet... I have no problem, but only shy.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;... then, we agree to meet at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Simpang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jengka&lt;/span&gt; 8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.15pm, i go to restaurant at that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;simpang&lt;/span&gt; &amp; wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;... My heart beat running fast!!! I hope i can handle the situation when face to face with this girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait a little bit longer ( i think!!!)... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; arrive with her Blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kancil&lt;/span&gt;... The moment she saw me, she smile right away, i know it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;... WOW... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; still like the last time i see her at school year &amp;amp; years before!!! She so beautiful, gorgeous &amp; elegant!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;... I said &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; response, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Waalaikumsalam&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;... She sit in front of me... That time, i already settle down with my nervous... But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; is not... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;... Lucky for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; arrive early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dressed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kurung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt;, Brown color!!! As i said, she so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;beuty&lt;/span&gt;... I didn't stop to starring at her... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;, just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Melayu&lt;/span&gt; girls, shy &amp; didn't watch my face, only when we talk then she looking me... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;heheheh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about every things... both of us doesn't hide anythings &amp;amp; be what we was to be... But, what make me disappoint is only one, not enough time, only 1 hour for us that day at our first date!!! We only drinks... Then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; want to go home because soon will be dark, we have a Little chat at outside her car &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; give me her latest picture (at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Perlis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Sukan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;antara&lt;/span&gt; Staff)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we all done, I said to her &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"I Love U"&lt;/span&gt;... two times, She also... Then we go home... With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;smileeeeee&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;... What a day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years, (7 years for more specific) not meet each other, finally, our time has come... &amp;amp; i done very good at our first date... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; said after this dating, that i was gentleman!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Date really change our relation mood!!! We are more close now &amp; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; relation... Call more, message more &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;every things&lt;/span&gt; more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet again January 2005, go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Lubuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; waterfall &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Jrantut&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; Liza (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt; friend) &amp;amp; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; son... After that we date 2 more time before i finish up my practical here at Mach 2005... This period of time is the one of happiness time of our life!!!... Here is the starting of all happy ending stories of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375567696269573046-6777632095434921980?l=feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6777632095434921980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375567696269573046&amp;postID=6777632095434921980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/6777632095434921980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/6777632095434921980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-v-first-time-date.html' title='Chapter V : First Time Date...'/><author><name>FeeFifo6</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/SWdjSwrJcmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l8qBqPrpRrQ/S220/P1050564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375567696269573046.post-477252943852878058</id><published>2007-08-21T09:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:39:11.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road To MyGirl...'/><title type='text'>Chapter IV : Beginning Of Special Relationship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a years on-off relation with Ja, we begin to take more seriously to each other... Day &amp; night we both send sms... &amp;amp; i call more than before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day... My friend, Mie send message to Ja use my hand phone ( i don't know that time)... Than when i take my handset, 1 new message come... It's from Ja... I read it &amp; i totally shock when Ja tell that She already clash with her boyfriend after 5 years together... I really² don't know what to say because before this she never tell me this &amp;amp; i never know Ja already have Boyfriend... ( I don't know until now what message Mie send to Ja that make Ja tell that sad story)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; that time, i really confuse to call or not... Because part of my mind said that i'm the guilty one for the pain Ja suffer right now... It take me a week before i call her... Ja said that this have nothing to do with me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel sorry for her for what her boyfriend done... She been left before saying goodbye, only heard that that man already engage &amp;amp; will be married... I told Ja to be strong for this... Although i feel like been stabbed at the back because Ja not telling me the truth after we all contact each other for a long time, but i still look the bright side of the story... It's mean that i will have a chance to be her special guy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, i'm not pushing her... I give Ja times &amp; our relations going like usual... This time, i'm more alert &amp;amp; give more attention tor her... Ja told me that her need more time to recover &amp; afraid to make new relation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And all the patience paid for me... Ja begin to put me in the line... Both of us begin to miss each other, more &amp;amp; more everyday... Until an Early morning when i wake up from sleep, i get message from her ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Slmt pagi, Ja syang farid"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whaattttttt... that day, i always smile!!! hehehe... Then, at night i call her... I want to hear it from her, but she never tell me, shy... hehehe... &amp; since that, we've been on special relationship... Wonderful story, isn't???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja always contact me every week... Me also... &amp;amp; it goes like that until i started to make industrial practical at my home, PPPTR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Industrial practical is a must for University student to complete their studying...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375567696269573046-477252943852878058?l=feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/477252943852878058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375567696269573046&amp;postID=477252943852878058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/477252943852878058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/477252943852878058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-iv-beginning-of-special.html' title='Chapter IV : Beginning Of Special Relationship...'/><author><name>FeeFifo6</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/SWdjSwrJcmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l8qBqPrpRrQ/S220/P1050564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375567696269573046.post-1988797907810297258</id><published>2007-08-16T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:50:59.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kad...'/><title type='text'>Wedding Card...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;This Card made by office mate of Ja at Shah Alam, selangor... RM0.80/card... We make 250 pieces for our wedding... Maybe simple but meant a lot to me... My name has been print out with name of my girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Front Page ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/5810/depanui1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 609px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="673" alt="" src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/5810/depanui1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Location to Ja House ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/2320/petajabe0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 455px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/2320/petajabe0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Location To My House ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/638/petaabgqq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/638/petaabgqq2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Invitation Page ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/1022/tengahkq9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/1022/tengahkq9.jpg" border="0" /&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/5375567696269573046-1988797907810297258?l=feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1988797907810297258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375567696269573046&amp;postID=1988797907810297258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/1988797907810297258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/1988797907810297258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/kad-kahwin-kami.html' title='Wedding Card...'/><author><name>FeeFifo6</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/SWdjSwrJcmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l8qBqPrpRrQ/S220/P1050564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375567696269573046.post-2879344022207727338</id><published>2007-07-20T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:48:42.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road To MyGirl...'/><title type='text'>Chapter III : The Beginning Of Happy End Stories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This part, i was continuous my study at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UTM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skudai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Darul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Takzim&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... After i have a letter that from my friend, Sham (give to me after he take it from our old house at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kuantan&lt;/span&gt;), i open it slowly in front of my other member, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mie&lt;/span&gt;... The letter was user pink paper and her name is state at it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I read the letter :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; said she very shock when she receive first card from me!!! But , she glad me still remember her although at school we both never have conversation... So, she said, hope this friendship will stay forever... At the end of her letter, she left a complete address at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kuantan&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; take secretary course for 6-9 month) &amp; include with Hand Phone (013-9091213) &amp;amp; House phone number... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's take me a few week before i ready to make my first call... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;emmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Like everybody else, my voice shows that I'm very afraid to have conversation with her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I called her, first time she answer, i really dint know what to say!!! Everything that i plan suddenly lost... Her Voice so sweet, glad to hear her voice after 4 @ 5 years... At that time, she ask me who i am, but i want her to guess first... But, she didn't guess!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; don't want to guess who is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, until now, i really like the way she answer the phone, although she didn't know me, but she treat me very polite, so easy &amp;amp; no sign of angry... Like i know, people especially girl, when speak on the phone with someone who doesn't want to tell their name, they will be mad!!! ( sorry if this fact wrong, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, after a while, i tell my name... She really doesn't expect me, so we '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;borak&lt;/span&gt;²' about what our doing right now... But, no for long, because i run out of coins, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;emmm&lt;/span&gt; just 5-8 minutes only... It's enough to make me smile without a reason that night until i sleep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, i continue write a letter to her... But 1 things i never ever ask, is she already have special one in her life???...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;June 2002... World Cup at JAPAN/KOREA... 12 June i get back to hometown, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kuantan&lt;/span&gt;... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; call from my mother, she tell me that my grandma passed away at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;... so i go there &amp; sleep there too... 5.30am i call her from my grandma house, i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; just wake from her sleep too, i wish her 'Happy Birthday' for the first time, live... She doesn't believe that i remember her birthday!!!... I ask her to date with me, before i get back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt;, but she doesn't agree because of unknown reason... I think maybe she is not ready yet to meet me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Eemm&lt;/span&gt;... But i failed to realize that maybe she already have a boyfriend (that time)... This one is the only reason i didn't find out that moment... &amp;amp; i said to her, maybe later... we still have a chances to meet although i disappointed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So our relation, just on-off after that... I rarely call her, because of studying &amp; doesn't have a coins to call ( you know how student life, no money except education loan!!!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, that time, i already buying handphone (just to make contact with her)... So, everyday we both just sms each other when have time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375567696269573046-2879344022207727338?l=feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2879344022207727338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375567696269573046&amp;postID=2879344022207727338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/2879344022207727338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/2879344022207727338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-iii-beginning-of-happy-end.html' title='Chapter III : The Beginning Of Happy End Stories...'/><author><name>FeeFifo6</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/SWdjSwrJcmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l8qBqPrpRrQ/S220/P1050564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375567696269573046.post-243380601629305277</id><published>2007-07-06T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:10:18.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galleries...'/><title type='text'>Engagement Day's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/RpM4zMPlrpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-78gZ6R7kso/s1600-h/DSC05667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085470856342515346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/RpM4zMPlrpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-78gZ6R7kso/s200/DSC05667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/RpM5QsPlrsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xopY05CMU78/s1600-h/P1020610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085471363148656322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/RpM5QsPlrsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xopY05CMU78/s200/P1020610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/RpM468PlrqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mU3vrKUh-Hg/s1600-h/DSC05670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085470989486501538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/RpM468PlrqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mU3vrKUh-Hg/s200/DSC05670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/RpM1m8PlrmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jqGdKKdpvyU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085467347354234466" style="FLOAT: left; 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I go to my village to search job... &amp; i get a job not long after that at Cargill Oil Sdn. Bhd.... I don't know how is Ja that time... Where is she @ what she've been doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But Ja still remain in my heart... Always... That's the reason i never try to open my heart to have somebody else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then SPM result is out, i go take the result, i've got Level 1... I've been looking for her, but doesn't seen her that day, once again dissapoint!!! that time i am very sad plus with my English doesn't good as i though... until next day  i wait for the busses at Bandar Jengka Terminal... Ja is there, with Midah, Linda, Rosmawati &amp; others... HAAAAH!!! My day is bright again &amp;amp; i took chance to talk to her in front of my friends, just ask about her result, she shy to tell me, but i push her, then she tell me... only that, but an impact of that conversation is lasting long... On my way to my village, i never ever stop to smile... hehehehe!!! Funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is the last time i found her... After that it takes 3 @ 4 years to seen her back... &amp; i didn't contact her because i didn't have any contact number of her... besides that, i always think that maybe she now very happy with her life &amp;amp; boyfriend (i do not know if she has a boyfriend, but girl such Ja is rare they do not ahve any special friend, isn't???)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I continuing my studies at Univercity Technology of Malaysia (UTM) at year 1999... I totally lost of her... But, she still the one in my heart... Everyone i seen face like her (even just small , i will take a look at that girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After 2 years at UTM, one day my friend, Zul make me shock!!! That time i always mention Ja name, but i didn't doing anything to contact her, that is what Zul tells me, so Zul give me smack right at my face... i've been realized the reality &amp; it's like i wake up from dreaming, long dreaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after that, i try to find a way to make a contact, but failed... Lastly, i found old address of my xclassmate, Linda... I send &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raya Aildilfitri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; card to Linda &amp; i included card for Ja too, hopes that Linda will deliver that to Ja house's... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i get card!!!  guess from who??? Ja... My ohhh my... She gave me add of his houses... she also state that she doesn't expect that card is from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; i reply with another letter... I told her that i'm happy to receive that card... &amp;amp; send the later... Then, suddenly she not replying my second letter, but i still waited for that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;after month by month, i already forget it, &amp; i expect that she doesn't want  to have relationship @ maybe she reply my first card because of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; celebration &amp; mark as her friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mach 2002, i move from UTM Pahang to UTM Johor because of UTM Pahang will be convert to KUKTEM soon... So we all move to melawis Apartment at Skudai, Johor... Just a week there, my room mate, Sham back to Pahang to bring her things to our apartment... Sham came back with my letter from JAAA... After i already try to forget my dreams, she came back to me!!! Sham said he take this letter at our old settlement at IM 6... That letter already look dirty because of raining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This letter is meant so much to our relationship!!! This is where our relation grown up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375567696269573046-1502638329558802026?l=feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1502638329558802026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375567696269573046&amp;postID=1502638329558802026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/1502638329558802026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/1502638329558802026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-ii-far-away.html' title='Chapter II : Far away...'/><author><name>FeeFifo6</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/SWdjSwrJcmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l8qBqPrpRrQ/S220/P1050564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375567696269573046.post-3927006575576146944</id><published>2007-07-06T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:45:29.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road To MyGirl...'/><title type='text'>Chapter I : The Beginning... Part II...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still remember, i take her birth date from exam book; my teacher order me to collect from student... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I continuing to watch her, i think, she &amp; friends(Nora, Ct &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt;) know i always looking to them... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emmmm&lt;/span&gt;... maybe just my feeling &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day... my classmate &amp; sit behind me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fadzli&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scold&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; in front of our class room because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fadzli&lt;/span&gt; said that &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; friends always look at him'&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;emmm&lt;/span&gt;... That's why i never try to have a talk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;... Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fadzli&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One more things that i never forget is my birthday... That day is Friday (our class start after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jumaat&lt;/span&gt; pray), after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Noorlaily&lt;/span&gt; finish up his subject, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;laily&lt;/span&gt; go to the back of the class &amp; have a little talk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; friends, then suddenly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Laily&lt;/span&gt; screaming &amp; wish me Happy Birthday!!! Wow... That's is the first time for me that someone else remember my birthday... I don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; is the person who remember, but i am sure that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; who's said it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Laily&lt;/span&gt;... I'm happy boy that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Form 2 also, meet me &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; at same &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Rumah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sukan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hijau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... We take part too &amp; that's mean i have more time to see her rather than just saw at classes... She's sport women!!! No need to argue about that... Anyway, i like girl who involve more seriously on sport rather than just because an order from our teacher... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i become the leading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;top scorer&lt;/span&gt; of Histories subject... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Laily&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;... They both my inspiration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then... year of 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;GIGIH&lt;/span&gt; is over at the end of that year (1994)... After that, we both doesn't on same classes anymore, i enter 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;IMAN&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; is 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;GIGIH&lt;/span&gt;... Although our classroom just stand besides, but i miss her &amp;amp; hard to look at her everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Form 4, once again we both split, even far away from my classroom... But, this time i can see her more often because Ladies Toilet is near from my classes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; must through our class to go there... So, for me, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; as long as i can see her... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;!!! This time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; always stop at my class to meet her friends like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Midah&lt;/span&gt;, Linda &amp; others... She so beautiful... I like her style...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, final year of us at secondary school (1998)... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; year has come for us that will be decider of our future after finish this school... This time, i not frequently seen her around...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; Examination, we all been placed on examination Hall... So, this time i have chance to take a look at her during an exam... I even go to her desk to see her painting for painting subject, but when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; come, i just run way from there... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;!!! Nervous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... shame that i doesn't remember what is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; paint about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My last exam at my school is Geography subject... After finish an exam... i waiting for the bus, she's too... I look at her very sadly, i want to talk to her at this vary moment, but i don't have a gut to doing that... until my bus is coming &amp;amp; that's that... I don't have any chance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;afer&lt;/span&gt; this... Goodbye my lovely girl &amp; my school... So much memories i have here... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;SMJP&lt;/span&gt;2 meet me &amp;amp; my first love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375567696269573046-3927006575576146944?l=feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3927006575576146944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375567696269573046&amp;postID=3927006575576146944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/3927006575576146944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/3927006575576146944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-i-beginning-part-ii.html' title='Chapter I : The Beginning... Part II...'/><author><name>FeeFifo6</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/SWdjSwrJcmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l8qBqPrpRrQ/S220/P1050564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375567696269573046.post-325392344790042910</id><published>2007-07-06T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:39:08.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro...'/><title type='text'>Chapter I : The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is blog i dedicated for my lovely princes... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rosmaliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wahab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I will tell you about her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a beautiful memories in our 5 years relationship... But, we have known each others long before this... Here is the First step of our love story... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back in 1993... I was study at Secondary School of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jengka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pusat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Darul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Makmur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Form 1, i was enter the new form classes, 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;YAKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I meet a lot of friends &amp; begin to know world from different view; this time, we all at age 13, feels like a men... At that time, i never have special feeling to any girl around me except just like to watch; normal for a guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, a year later, me at form 2, 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;GIGIH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my teacher class that i will remember her forever, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Norlaily(Histories Subject)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Here it all begin... At first, i didn't like girl who have white skin... I like best friend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in that class, standing next to her in classroom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is more '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kemelayuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; such as skin, speaking slowly &amp; others... It continue like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; a half years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;after that, one moment change my entire life... it started first when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Norlaily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to present Histories homework... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came to front of the classes &amp;amp; begin to speech... we all begin to focus on her... I see she show some nerve &amp; shy, but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; finish her speech... I watch her blink her eye so passionate... Then, the moment is come, I don't know what is really going on, but my heart said this is the girl that i really like it; soon change to love... I talk to myself that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna love this girl till the end of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And, i begin to watch her everyday, avery hour &amp; every minute...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That time, i never have even single conversation with her, you imagine!!! I just ordinary guys from that this classes, shy &amp;amp; quite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is kind of active person &amp; talk much &amp;amp; one of the famous girl in our school (maybe the most famous one)... She have all women needed, She gorgeous &amp; very attractive person... She one of stars on our sports team of school... She 's play Netball, Volley ball &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;olahraga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;many of my schoolmate admirer her; so many... I'm not a guy she want i think (that period of time)... So i just admirer her from far away, never touch @ talk... But, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;jelous&lt;/span&gt; when i see talking with other guys, i mean guys with status like her, famous... I never tell anybody about this until form 4, i talk to my classmate( the one &amp; only who knows), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sapuan&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Itik&lt;/span&gt;... To him i tell all about my feelings... U knows, I even make my signature with combination of my name &amp;amp; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt;... &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375567696269573046-325392344790042910?l=feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/325392344790042910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375567696269573046&amp;postID=325392344790042910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/325392344790042910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375567696269573046/posts/default/325392344790042910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifo6-mygirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/ja.html' title='Chapter I : The Beginning...'/><author><name>FeeFifo6</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsXI8F0PmnE/SWdjSwrJcmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l8qBqPrpRrQ/S220/P1050564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
