tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73718682011-04-22T11:04:28.680+08:00Nurshakirin + Muhammad Nashrique = LOVENurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1091669146472932752004-08-05T09:24:00.000+08:002004-08-05T09:25:46.473+08:00STUPID FUCKING HACKERS HACKED INTO MY ACCOUNT. KANINA. <br />SORRY GUYS, GOTTA REDO THE WHOLE MUTHAFUCKER BACK. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109166914647293275?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1091626736505519552004-08-04T21:38:00.000+08:002004-08-04T21:38:56.506+08:00Poeple need people and friends need friends <br />and we all need love, for a full life depends <br />not a vast riches or great acclaim <br />not on success or on worldly fame <br />but just in knowing that someone cares <br />and holds us close in their thoughts and prayers <br />for only the knowledge that we'r understood <br />makes everyday living feel wonderfully good <br />and we rob ourselves of life's greatest need <br />when we lock up our feelings <br />and fail to heed <br />the outstretched hand reaching hard to find a kindred spiti whose heart and mind <br />are lonely and longing to somehow share our joys and sorrows and to make us aware <br />that life's completeness and richness depend <br />on the things we share with our loved ones and friends.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109162673650551955?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1091598076156694972004-08-04T13:37:00.000+08:002004-08-04T13:43:14.843+08:00I don't know what's <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WRONG</span> </span>with me. <br /> <br />I've been hoarded by mood swings. Poor <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Eric</span></span>. My baby. <br />He's been the scapegoat of my sudden bursts of anger. <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >STUPID</span>! I even <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">CRIED </span>when I didn't get cigarettes. <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >I EVEN CRIED WHEN HE TOLD ME TO STAY AT HOME.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;">oh god. oh god. oh god.</span> <br />What the <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >FUCK </span>is wrong with me? <br /> <br />It couldn't be PMS. Mine's like... 7 more days. Or maybe it is. But I know it's not. <br />Attention from Eric? No. He's been giving me abundant attention. <br /> <br /><span style="font-size:180%;">oh god. oh god. oh god.</span> <br />What the <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >FUCK </span>is wrong with me? <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109159807615669497?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1091513205070923112004-08-03T14:05:00.000+08:002004-08-03T14:58:55.303+08:00omigod.. this is like soo fucking <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">gross</span>. beware. open at your own risk, i swear. <br /><a href="http://www.freeberry.com/users/tekoga/daimanko.htm">Holy shit!</a> <br /> <br />and this is just fucking hilarious, good for those <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">oh-i'm-fucking-bored</span> days. <br /><a href="http://milked.free.fr/animated/malaxage1.swf">Ooh La La!</a> <br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >*NOTE all these posts are matured content</span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> <br /> <br />Allright. This is somehow, kinda cool. IT's a tattoo thingy. I know, i know. Probably you'll be thinking those lame, tribal, whatever shit. But this is different. Like I said, it's cool. <br /><a href="http://www.bmezine.com/news/pubring/20040720.html">Revenge of the Tattooed Nerds</a> <br /> <br />And last but not least. Something that made my <span style="font-size:180%;">eyes </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >popped </span>out. <br /><a href="http://masamania.com/masha/101-150/118/index.htm">Helicopter Fuck?</a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109151320507092311?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1091500662082756732004-08-03T10:34:00.000+08:002004-08-03T10:37:42.083+08:00 Oh Eric. <br /> <br /> You're amazing. <br /> Your tongue. <br /> Your hands. <br /> Your breaths. <br /> Your body. <br /> Your touch. <br /> <br /> In short... <br /> <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/kiwin/remoteon.jpg" /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109150066208275673?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1091436524980970812004-08-02T16:41:00.000+08:002004-08-02T16:51:48.166+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><ewickiwin>(EwicKiwin) <br />You're picking on me cos you made everyone believe what you're saying is true, ain't it. well, guys, arent u gonna be disappointed. cos its not. so hell, the next thing you type about me/to me. i'll just frigging ignore it. and my bottom line to you is.. YOU DIDNT BONE ME. YOU WISH, BUT YOU DIDN'T GET THERE. so don't be sore boy cos i didn't let you. :) <br /></ewickiwin></span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Oh well. This guy is sooo cooked up in his own lies, that he really believes he fucked me. Oh boy! He didn't even get anywhere near me, that loser. The extent that people go to, just to UP their reputation. *shakes heads* <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109143652498097081?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1091413003565841062004-08-02T10:13:00.000+08:002004-08-02T10:16:43.566+08:00Ex-es can be a real mutha fucker in the ass. <br /> <br />They yak and yak and yak like they're the almighty, just because you dump them. <br />Stupid. <br /> <br />Just accept the fact that you're not worth keeping. That's why people break up with you. Stupid fucker. <br /> <br />P.S. : This MOFO I'm talking about ain't my EX. This MOFO I'm talking about is SOME WORTHLESS FUCKING BITCH. :) <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109141300356584106?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1091193363077258902004-07-30T20:47:00.000+08:002004-07-30T21:16:03.076+08:00Had a fucking faboloustic day today! <br /> <br />I'm still down wit a slight flu. I'm growing pimples agains. Lots of them. Eric too. Cos his face is smothered with my make up. <br /> <br />I still think about Rezal. Just thinking. <br /> <br />Missing Eric already. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109119336307725890?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1091096753867190712004-07-29T18:21:00.000+08:002004-07-29T18:51:48.770+08:00Got the flu. Cos the other day, me and Eric got bombarded by the drizzling rain. I guess my immune system not strong. <br /> <br />Been spending three weeks straight with Eric. But I still don't get sick of him. He's very refreshing. Can only hope that I won't ever get sick of him. <br /> <br />Only like, I'm really sick. I got runny nose, and my nose's blocked. Can't even <del>feel</del> taste&nbsp;the tom-yam Eric made for me. Tsk. <br /> <br />Ok. That's all that happened. Very uneventful. I just can't wait to get married with Eric. <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109109675386719071?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371868.post-1090994210078943502004-07-28T13:53:00.000+08:002004-07-28T13:56:50.076+08:00Yes. I'm a hypocrite. <br /> <br />When I talk about Eric, I want to live. <br /> <br />But when I talk about the ex, I want to die. Fast. <br /> <br />Rezal. Rezal. Rezal. This whole post is about you. <br /> <br />Leave me. You can find someone else. You can love someone else. It all takes time, I know. I'm not worthy enough to kill yourself for. I loved you. You didn't show me. I cared for you. You push me away. I kiss you. You abuse me. <br /> <br />Go. <br /> <br />I cannot. No more. It's heartbreaking. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7371868-109099421007894350?l=soulsingerinluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nurshakirinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178248647089675167noreply@blogger.com0