<?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-7490623735997786190</id><updated>2012-02-04T21:04:26.476-08:00</updated><category term='straight'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='IIU'/><category term='happy'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='BI'/><title type='text'>Nadia's blab</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-1238584030006014389</id><published>2011-08-20T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T19:01:35.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Habit..</title><content type='html'>I don't read my blog before posting it.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-1238584030006014389?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/1238584030006014389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=1238584030006014389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/1238584030006014389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/1238584030006014389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2011/08/bad-habit.html' title='Bad Habit..'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-3713461354256554923</id><published>2011-08-20T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:28:47.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='straight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do people like to ask, &lt;br /&gt;When is the Big Day?&lt;br /&gt;When are you guys getting married?&lt;br /&gt;So is he gonna convert?&lt;br /&gt;Bila nak kawin ni?&lt;br /&gt;How long have you guys been together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla Bla Bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey, guess what? I don't care! Cause I love unconditionally and I don't go by the rules unless I need to.&lt;br /&gt;But petty stuff should not get in one's way.&lt;br /&gt;An inter-racial marriage is not bad just cause you don't believe in one..&lt;br /&gt;Gay marriage is not bad as long as they are happy..&lt;br /&gt;Why do we question people indirectly into bringing them down to the drain?&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for people..&lt;br /&gt;Single, Married or Divorced or a Swinger (that's the world I learn from MySpace) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In certain culture, one is not even allowed to ask about marital status.&lt;br /&gt;But from where I come from there is a chain to it.&lt;br /&gt;It would start with Single or Married followed by when you getting married or how long you've been married, KIDS, how many, when is the next baby poppin or when are you planning to make babies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, lets just hear but not listen cause what really matters is your happiness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly&lt;br /&gt;NM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-3713461354256554923?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3713461354256554923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=3713461354256554923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3713461354256554923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3713461354256554923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2011/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-7898078025561955817</id><published>2011-08-20T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:51:26.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is measured during the BAD moments. If u're able to overcome that tough time in a relationship, its because the love was worth it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-7898078025561955817?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/7898078025561955817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=7898078025561955817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/7898078025561955817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/7898078025561955817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2011/08/l.html' title='L.....'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-8952626254206057148</id><published>2011-08-20T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:46:41.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing is sexier and more flattering than to know that a song is made for you! I'm listening to a few now... Never fails to make me smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-8952626254206057148?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8952626254206057148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=8952626254206057148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8952626254206057148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8952626254206057148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2011/08/nothing-is-sexier-and-more-flattering.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-7894274322584925581</id><published>2011-08-20T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:42:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages and guess what? Your girl is back.. Work has been forever crazy.. One always complain but never actually take the effort to get a better JOB... Here I am in a love-hate relationship with my job... Utmost respect goes to those who quit cause they are not happy and move on to another chapter of their book... A better chapter hopefully... If you're in this situation it's about time to update the CV and look out for other options.. If you ask me.. All I need right now is exposure... Hence, migrating for a year or two where I'd get priceless experience from a different culture and background.. That's all I need... Whats in your mind right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-7894274322584925581?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/7894274322584925581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=7894274322584925581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/7894274322584925581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/7894274322584925581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-ages-and-guess-what-your-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-2683826187362149079</id><published>2010-07-31T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T06:39:05.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 31st</title><content type='html'>It's his last night. And he's gone. Never coming back. Unless, he's destined to come back and get me. I believe in God. I believe everything happens for a reason. Most importantly, nothing is IMPOSSIBLE. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-2683826187362149079?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2683826187362149079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=2683826187362149079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2683826187362149079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2683826187362149079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-31st.html' title='July 31st'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-9091721347257090940</id><published>2010-07-31T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T06:36:54.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I blogged. At certain age, one realize that a hobby is crucial. So here I am blogging. Now a little dry from idea. So laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-9091721347257090940?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/9091721347257090940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=9091721347257090940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/9091721347257090940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/9091721347257090940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-6907243973434793476</id><published>2009-11-13T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:34:05.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of mind.</title><content type='html'>It's been 6 months since I posted something here.&lt;br /&gt;That's like 300days.&lt;br /&gt;What happen to Nadia who's addicted to blogging?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sorry twitter has taken over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the midst of a major PMS. &lt;br /&gt;The pain is excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;Just dropped him off.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I so wanted to get rid of him.&lt;br /&gt;Now I kinda miss him.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Can we just stay in love and be ONLY happy?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;Cliche saying to it, That's Life.&lt;br /&gt;But the question is, should I work things out?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be hurt now and I'll be fine in no time?&lt;br /&gt;Would things be different if he was more patient? &lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;Would things be better?&lt;br /&gt;Hell YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to wish someone to be something else to make one happy.&lt;br /&gt;But that's like taking away their identity.&lt;br /&gt;Them being who they really are.&lt;br /&gt;But what about CHANGING to become better?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that still letting them be themselves?&lt;br /&gt;Just a better them?&lt;br /&gt;God I'm in great pain.&lt;br /&gt;PMS go away!&lt;br /&gt;Share your thoughts with me.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;I've never loved and cried so much for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;Or should you just settle with someone who's all that but you don't love em?&lt;br /&gt;I'd say a BIG NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;I rather be with my annoying pest that I love to death.&lt;br /&gt;But what's sad is that he knows what I dislike yet he keeps doin it.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-6907243973434793476?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6907243973434793476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=6907243973434793476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6907243973434793476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6907243973434793476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/11/piece-of-mind.html' title='A piece of mind.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-8606726237326456780</id><published>2009-04-08T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:18:14.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley Iqbal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2FC8KaQXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fIF-xhWgOrc/s1600-h/ashley4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2FC8KaQXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fIF-xhWgOrc/s320/ashley4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322556620177817970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2FC8-1_LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CuPPaoYtvw4/s1600-h/ashley3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2FC8-1_LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CuPPaoYtvw4/s320/ashley3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322556620397739186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2FCsp9htI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XjqN1e-g9CM/s1600-h/ashley2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2FCsp9htI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XjqN1e-g9CM/s320/ashley2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322556616015185618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2FClwtcTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gn8ZqKWpndM/s1600-h/ashley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2FClwtcTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gn8ZqKWpndM/s320/ashley1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322556614164443442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;As much as you weren’t fond of me, I felt the same bout you too.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were stuck up etc.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how much time you spent on the phone. It seems like you’re on the phone all day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Basically I’m just making a point that I wasn’t fond of you. Thought you were an irksome. &lt;br /&gt;But. I do not even know where to begin now if I could make a list of times you were there for me when everyone else was so busy with their life.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am aware of the fact that people have a life.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I do not expect people to go through the pain I am going through. &lt;br /&gt;But yeah, those visits to Damansara Specialist, Clinic, Gynecologist, etc.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is thank you.&lt;br /&gt;That’s obviously not enough.&lt;br /&gt;But really thank you.&lt;br /&gt;U always say that you don’t wanna see me getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;U say that always.&lt;br /&gt;Often.&lt;br /&gt;I felt cared.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-8606726237326456780?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2FC8KaQXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fIF-xhWgOrc/s72-c/ashley4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-4608492092098630765</id><published>2009-04-08T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:12:47.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intan Syaf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2Deq8skOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/z0Yhx7fKPSs/s1600-h/intan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2Deq8skOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/z0Yhx7fKPSs/s320/intan4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322554897569976546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2Deljb6lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kSx0QaxIOQk/s1600-h/intan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2Deljb6lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kSx0QaxIOQk/s320/intan3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322554896121850450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2DeohMpgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/B9pujwg1jew/s1600-h/intan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2DeohMpgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/B9pujwg1jew/s320/intan2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322554896917767682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2DeRsCDUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ae1XViYMMBA/s1600-h/intan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sd2DeRsCDUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ae1XViYMMBA/s320/intan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322554890789195074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan Syaf.&lt;br /&gt;U have definitely open up my eyes bout being patient.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly see you mara.&lt;br /&gt;I kno you do get upset sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But I also kno most of the time you transmit those anger to the dustbin and let it burn.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you do not take things seriously or not get too emotional like I do.&lt;br /&gt;Intan.&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to know that I’ve always admired your patience.&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-4608492092098630765?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/4608492092098630765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=4608492092098630765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4608492092098630765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4608492092098630765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/04/intan-syaf.html' title='Intan Syaf.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICcQBU03tic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICcQBU03tic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-8183665850445633132?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8183665850445633132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=8183665850445633132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4nshTtBUq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4nshTtBUq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't recent but I think those 3 guys will never EVER forget that memorable experience :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-6694028818559944639?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6694028818559944639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=6694028818559944639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6694028818559944639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6694028818559944639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/destinys-child.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-5073817784824089468</id><published>2009-03-29T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:45:52.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciara</title><content type='html'>This is my current favorite video!&lt;br /&gt;Love the way she danced..&lt;br /&gt;Love the way she looks..&lt;br /&gt;Just simple AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9dg9hvDIzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9dg9hvDIzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-5073817784824089468?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/5073817784824089468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=5073817784824089468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/5073817784824089468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/5073817784824089468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/ciara.html' title='Ciara'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-9178435771123291222</id><published>2009-03-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:05:55.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oce6-9lEnYg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oce6-9lEnYg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to begin with, the song alone is a beautiful song..&lt;br /&gt;Just having to see women being appreciated...&lt;br /&gt;To top that, the performance is simply awesome..&lt;br /&gt;If I was the girl, in the video, this well make my YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;u lucky girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-9178435771123291222?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/9178435771123291222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=9178435771123291222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/9178435771123291222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/9178435771123291222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-to-begin-with-song-alone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-4230641057689716344</id><published>2009-03-21T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:42:26.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A T T E N T I O N</title><content type='html'>I think it’s a lie if one says that they hate attention.&lt;br /&gt;To some extent, everyone needs one.&lt;br /&gt;I do not crave for attention when I’m walking down the street.&lt;br /&gt;I do not appreciate attention in the sense of, “Look at what she’s wearing” blablabla&lt;br /&gt;I do not  fancy that.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying, Look at what she’s wearing,&lt;br /&gt;Why not say, Nice top. Nice dress. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is wrong with speaking the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Why show that one is insecure?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why live ur life criticizing when we can focus on all the positivity.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I love it when my loved ones pay attention on me especially to express that they care a lot about me.&lt;br /&gt;What is life?&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean if you live it like you’re living in a black hole?&lt;br /&gt;So, there’s many kind of attention.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why to a certain degree, everyone needs one.&lt;br /&gt;It could be good.&lt;br /&gt;It could be sickening.&lt;br /&gt;Sickening is when you tell the whole world you’re sick so you’re sympathized.&lt;br /&gt;I so hate that.&lt;br /&gt;I call them attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not here to mock anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I think we all should give and take. &lt;br /&gt;I demand attention from my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;I also shower them with love that they need.&lt;br /&gt;That’s just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;On top of all that, those people who seek attention from that person, it cause they value that person or perhaps love them extra.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, give and take.&lt;br /&gt;You might crave attention one day.&lt;br /&gt;So, give as much as you can to one who is dying for yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-4230641057689716344?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/4230641057689716344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=4230641057689716344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4230641057689716344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4230641057689716344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-t-e-n-t-i-o-n.html' title='A T T E N T I O N'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-5896877212775066099</id><published>2009-03-16T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:27:28.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Voice of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to wish me good morning when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to kiss me good night&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to erase your high pitch when you’re with me&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to do whatever it takes to make me happy&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to be my shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you do whatever it takes to make the relationship work&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to love me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;What I’d do?&lt;br /&gt;You know I’ve changed&lt;br /&gt;You should know by now how much I want it to work&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t do that for long&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not faking it.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not see the point in changing for someone who isn’t worth my love.&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to change up to the point I would give up everything just 4 u&lt;br /&gt;But are you worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself that ok?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t have my future hubby (if it ever happens) yelling at me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t have my hubby stressing me out every darn day.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be with someone who is ill-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be with someone who doesn’t appreciate me.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be with someone who accuses me of complaining when all I do is seeking his love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-5896877212775066099?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/5896877212775066099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=5896877212775066099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/5896877212775066099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/5896877212775066099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/voice-of-tomorrow.html' title='Voice of tomorrow'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-3490224292021537511</id><published>2009-03-03T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:59:04.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sa3gXn00X_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ehTYRdEkrWI/s1600-h/4mybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sa3gXn00X_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ehTYRdEkrWI/s320/4mybaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309146232171814898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not let go easily...&lt;br /&gt;I do not forget easily...&lt;br /&gt;I am a simple person...&lt;br /&gt;I hate to fight fight...&lt;br /&gt;I used to enjoy it but now I rather talk over things and settle like an adult...&lt;br /&gt;I don't love easily...&lt;br /&gt;I can make you love me and hate me if I want to...&lt;br /&gt;I suck at lying....&lt;br /&gt;I hate to lie...&lt;br /&gt;I get headache when I lie...&lt;br /&gt;I get headache when people yell and scream...&lt;br /&gt;I cry when people say harsh words to me.. That's my baby side I guess...&lt;br /&gt;I love to be pampered...&lt;br /&gt;I love to be treated like a baby sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;I can't live with hypocrites.....&lt;br /&gt;I don't lie, I may not tell but I certainly do not lie...&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved for who I am...&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved still if anything happens to me... God forbids but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Will you still be there if I do not appear the same way that I do now?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself that...&lt;br /&gt;If you gonna be there for me thick or thin, I'm welcoming you with my arms wide open....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-3490224292021537511?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3490224292021537511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=3490224292021537511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3490224292021537511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3490224292021537511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/truth-is.html' title='Truth is..'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/Sa3gXn00X_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ehTYRdEkrWI/s72-c/4mybaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-3626833131938242602</id><published>2009-03-01T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:48:43.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jujups part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWk3-Ns6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oJ4BvJuiVPg/s1600-h/jujups5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWk3-Ns6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oJ4BvJuiVPg/s320/jujups5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431777286435746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWks6Xy4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/rIxF-VStijw/s1600-h/jujups4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWks6Xy4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/rIxF-VStijw/s320/jujups4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431774317529986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWkhPgbOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UtkrqEgv2yA/s1600-h/jujups3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWkhPgbOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UtkrqEgv2yA/s320/jujups3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431771184950498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWkgbbMnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AflDW-sVM7M/s1600-h/jujups2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWkgbbMnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AflDW-sVM7M/s320/jujups2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431770966504050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWkDZrcJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n759-45qkIQ/s1600-h/jujups1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWkDZrcJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n759-45qkIQ/s320/jujups1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431763174551698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujups&lt;br /&gt;Since we are in love, you might pop the question out of blue what are the 25 things that I know bout you. Hurm believe me, it’s easy. Since you are my partner :P&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;1.  I know you are a good sister who brings her sisters jalan2&lt;br /&gt;2. I know you are an obedient daughter cause you have your family day over the weekends&lt;br /&gt;3. I know the secret of your hair&lt;br /&gt;4. I know you love taking pictures and a cam whore&lt;br /&gt;5. I know you are good with roads though sometimes you don’t. I won’t forget the sesat experience with you in Cheras.&lt;br /&gt;6. I know you’re loyal&lt;br /&gt;7. I know you can swim&lt;br /&gt;8. I know you can be an orang tua&lt;br /&gt;9. I know you can be a baby&lt;br /&gt;10. I know you are a great lover&lt;br /&gt;11. I know you prefer being a passenger than driving&lt;br /&gt;12. I know at times you can be outspoken, most if the time, the rest of the time, you give in.&lt;br /&gt;13. I know you love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;14. I know you love your mascara a lot.&lt;br /&gt;15. I know you like telur kicap&lt;br /&gt;16. I know you are street smart&lt;br /&gt;17. I know you pick up my jokes&lt;br /&gt;18. I know you’re thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;19. I know you’re patient in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;20. I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;21. I know you don’t eat as much as me&lt;br /&gt;22. I know you think you have a humongous nostril. Well you DON’T&lt;br /&gt;23. I know you give wise advice&lt;br /&gt;24. I know you don’t share your stories with people you don’t trust&lt;br /&gt;25. I know you love your orange bling bling flip flop. For now that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-3626833131938242602?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3626833131938242602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=3626833131938242602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3626833131938242602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3626833131938242602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/jujups-part-2.html' title='Jujups part 2'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SatWk3-Ns6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oJ4BvJuiVPg/s72-c/jujups5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-853309385870537048</id><published>2009-03-01T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:20:24.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I have the potential to be incredibly organized. Unfortunately, my organization lacks consistency."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Helen Nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-853309385870537048?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/853309385870537048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=853309385870537048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/853309385870537048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/853309385870537048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-day-3.html' title='Quote of the day #3'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-6282103938940609179</id><published>2009-03-01T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:22:02.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ninety percent of the politicians give the other ten percent a bad reputation"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Henry Kissinger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-6282103938940609179?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6282103938940609179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=6282103938940609179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6282103938940609179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6282103938940609179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day #2'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-8826828106136392092</id><published>2009-03-01T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:22:59.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their language."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-8826828106136392092?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8826828106136392092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=8826828106136392092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8826828106136392092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8826828106136392092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-la-la-la.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-9186746193088374931</id><published>2009-02-24T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:45:06.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Again, But me love it.</title><content type='html'>Now, here's what you're supposed to do...and please do not spoil the fun. Start a new note, delete my answers and put in your own. Tag all your friends and tell them to tag you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little known things about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Names I go by:&lt;br /&gt;Nadea&lt;br /&gt;BrownSuga&lt;br /&gt;Naddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;Barista&lt;br /&gt;TVC Model&lt;br /&gt;Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;BU&lt;br /&gt;Kepong&lt;br /&gt;UIA's hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three TV Shows that I watch:&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;America's Greatest Dog&lt;br /&gt;Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;LA&lt;br /&gt;Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people that IM me regularly:&lt;br /&gt;Nach Ana&lt;br /&gt;Vinod&lt;br /&gt;Vnoth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three memorable movies:&lt;br /&gt;Yes Man&lt;br /&gt;The Brave One&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 1,2,3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people that text me regularly:&lt;br /&gt;Asmaa&lt;br /&gt;Jujups &lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;Cabonara from Delicious&lt;br /&gt;Mom's Udang Petai&lt;br /&gt;Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I would like to do:&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jump&lt;br /&gt;PAP&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce's concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three favorite bands of all time:&lt;br /&gt;Cant think of any&lt;br /&gt;I can name you three artist tho&lt;br /&gt;Neyo&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three friends I think will respond:&lt;br /&gt;Jujups&lt;br /&gt;Nach Ana&lt;br /&gt;Haja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;Graduation&lt;br /&gt;Good job&lt;br /&gt;Good life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-9186746193088374931?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/9186746193088374931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=9186746193088374931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/9186746193088374931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/9186746193088374931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-again-but-me-love-it.html' title='Tag Again, But me love it.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-4414389067333082334</id><published>2009-02-22T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:37:37.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Dad loves Nadia Comaneci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Nasi Bukhari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;Not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;Only to people who can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;Coco Crunch and Honey Cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;Praline N Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Late father and grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;Bright Pink / Green &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Fruity. Escada. Dior Cherie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;My baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Malay, Indian, Italian dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;InkHeart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Summer duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;Spa, Hairstyle, Fashion, Food, Music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;Techno. What is that? Pollution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;None. Busy with asgmts la yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Over Her Dead Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND(S)?&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce's beautiful voice turns me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know, why dont you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE U BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Assunta Hospital, PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;My close frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;Sheraton Hotel. He waited outside the ladies. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-4414389067333082334?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/4414389067333082334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=4414389067333082334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4414389067333082334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4414389067333082334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/02/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-7795460110687241194</id><published>2009-02-22T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:47:50.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love never felt so cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SaIUDy10-KI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eCSsEXGGP6U/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SaIUDy10-KI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eCSsEXGGP6U/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305825366415571106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never blame myself anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying it's my fault...&lt;br /&gt;When the truth it isn't....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blaming you neither but I'm just gonna stop blaming and feeling bad...&lt;br /&gt;I am not a bad person afterall..&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad I found out the truth or I'll be blaming myself for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;Dear ex-gf,&lt;br /&gt;I do know you are still in love with me but we simply can't be together cuz U have her..&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy 4 both of you..&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you are still in touch with me...&lt;br /&gt;That's more than enough...&lt;br /&gt;That we remain close friends...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry that I can't help but to cry when I walk outta ur house...&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to cry when I listen to songs that you dedicated me...&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to cry when you wish you were a boy so you could marry me...&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to cry when I think how kind you were...&lt;br /&gt;BUT why are they all fading now...&lt;br /&gt;Why....&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing but day by day there is something that I'm missing..&lt;br /&gt;Why???&lt;br /&gt;Has it been that long??&lt;br /&gt;Yes it has...&lt;br /&gt;It's a year now...&lt;br /&gt;NADIA, get over her...&lt;br /&gt;She's happy..&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you move on?&lt;br /&gt;Why??&lt;br /&gt;Cause she was too nice???&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think you are not nice???&lt;br /&gt;Stand up tall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let her go.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-7795460110687241194?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/7795460110687241194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=7795460110687241194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/7795460110687241194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/7795460110687241194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-never-felt-so-cold.html' title='Love never felt so cold...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SaIUDy10-KI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eCSsEXGGP6U/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-3957642718899332939</id><published>2009-02-21T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:03:30.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SaAc779BjeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gTGoua6wJqI/s1600-h/funny-pictures-sad-cat-blackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SaAc779BjeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gTGoua6wJqI/s400/funny-pictures-sad-cat-blackandwhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305272177073950178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I been thru so much frustration,deprivation, rejection, betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, I do not believe in putting others down to conceal my own weakness.&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe in patronizing others.&lt;br /&gt;I might be loud or sometimes harsh with my words but I do not go around spreading rumors bout others.&lt;br /&gt;I rather confront.&lt;br /&gt;I can't demand for people to be like me.&lt;br /&gt;But I wish this world is LESS hypocritical, less painful, less hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;I do love you but I am not immature.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I do not do stupid things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-3957642718899332939?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3957642718899332939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=3957642718899332939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3957642718899332939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3957642718899332939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-my-life.html' title='All my life.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SaAc779BjeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gTGoua6wJqI/s72-c/funny-pictures-sad-cat-blackandwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-3069103129845677686</id><published>2009-02-07T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:14:19.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before, After</title><content type='html'>Well..&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to start..&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this happens to everybody..&lt;br /&gt;Before, you wanna hear my voice every second of the breath you take..&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m lucky if you call me once a day..&lt;br /&gt;Before, you text me like all the time without needing me to reply, your text just keeps coming..&lt;br /&gt;Now, you barely reply, even if you do, your text isn’t as lengthy.&lt;br /&gt;Before, the arguments are totally cute and make me love you more.&lt;br /&gt;Now, arguments are fo real, it’s fucked up and makes me cry..&lt;br /&gt;Before, you put me first.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m lucky if I’m still in the list.&lt;br /&gt;Before you’d spend thousands to call.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it hits you that it’s freaking expensive and you could be doing better stuff with that amount.&lt;br /&gt;Before, it’s me that you adore.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I might be a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Before, you would say I love you like the oxygen ~ endless,&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can count how many times you say it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Before, you said you don’t give a shit bout what people say,&lt;br /&gt;Now, you’re using what they say against me.&lt;br /&gt;Before, you would say all this sweet stuff to me,&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I hear is salty and sour.&lt;br /&gt;Before, I felt like I’m a part of your life&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don’t even know where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;Before, I would be the first you call when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don’t even know what time you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Before, I would be the one you talk to before you go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don’t even know if you have a bed.&lt;br /&gt;Before, we would talk for the hours on a webcam.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don’t even see you online.&lt;br /&gt;Before, I was the sweetest drug.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m fucking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Before, you don’t even wanna hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you’re always in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;*As told by Jujups, I shouldn’t be thinking bout things that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, despite all these, I still truly love you.&lt;br /&gt;Love you. I know I can be really overly-sensitive sometimes or maybe grumpy, bitchy, petulant, snappy, irritating, but know that I’m doing this cause I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-3069103129845677686?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3069103129845677686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=3069103129845677686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3069103129845677686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3069103129845677686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-after.html' title='Before, After'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-3969400613354250529</id><published>2009-02-07T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:12:16.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25!!</title><content type='html'>1. I love to eat. In fact yesterday (February 4)  I had 4 bungkus of nasi lemak and another dish of rice and tom yam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I suck at lying. I don’t lie. Neither does my hips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to laugh if I do not do that with you, you won’t see hanging out with you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don’t sleep a lot. I hate people who sleep too much. They don’t know what they’re missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think too much. But I’ve learned to live in the moment and not dwell over the past or future cuz that’s when one will start worrying and get upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love belly dancing and salsa. Used to be better at it. Now, so so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a cam whore and a good photographer. As much as I love being in pictures that’s how much I love being behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think it’s unfair to judge people without getting to know them first. I hate people doing that to me and I try as much not to do that to others. I very much believe in “ Do unto others as you would have them do unto you ”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to either have 2 or 4 kids cause I want my kids to have friends. Will try to sustain my weight and be a hot mama. I too wanna be good friends with kids. Will let them learn from their mistakes and will never raise my voice to them. Gosh, don’t kids excite me? YES they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love to travel especially with my partner. I think traveling in such a huge group is troublesome unless everyone thinks alike which is IMPOSSIBLE. So far I haven’t done that as time do not permit me to do so and haven’t found anyone yet for me to have a getaway with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I dreamed of a garden wedding, or maybe a beach wedding and that would be among my frens if I still have a hot bod that is. On top of that, a customary wedding reception is necessary for all the relatives. But yeah at the same time another party just for friends will be GREAT! *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am suppose to watch my diet. But I really couldn’t be bothered. Who wants to be my PT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I’m not tall ( been in disguise all this while :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. It’s either I love you or I don’t and if I’m really in love with someone, I can be very possessive and clingy. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I used to be very temperamental. Still am but not as chronic. Positive thing bout that is I don’t hold anything inside.&lt;br /&gt;16. I don’t roll with fakers and not up for competitions.  I’m a realist and would love to be surrounded by one. My type of crowd are a more laid back and chilled people whom I know I can call at 3 in the morning and will still cry with me.&lt;br /&gt;17. I hardly stay in a relationship for long. Not that I don’t want to but…………………. u tell me)&lt;br /&gt;18. I used to work out. Not anymore. Planning to start again soon but don’t know when but soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I appreciate people who spend their time talking NOT bout others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I am sensitive. Very. People don’t quite know that bout me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I would love to have my own talk show. Oprah is my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My mom is my hero. She is, despite all the arguments and misunderstanding thought there isn’t many. She is my hero and a superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;23. I do not open up easily to people. If I do with you, it’s because I trust you and you have the potential to be my one of closest for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I missed being serious with someone and stay in a relationship for long. I missed having someone who knows everything bout me and someone I can share stories with, laugh with and cry with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I love it when my sygs massage me, play with my hair and tickle my back, still love it, always will. I might even ask my kids to do that. Well what I meant is I love it so much that even when I’m older I’d still love someone doing it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-3969400613354250529?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3969400613354250529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=3969400613354250529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3969400613354250529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3969400613354250529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/02/25.html' title='25!!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-8552151321453395552</id><published>2009-01-28T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:56:37.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy......</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjXoxL0KbpA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjXoxL0KbpA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the same thing didn't quite happen to me, but I can definitely relate to this video and it is soooooo freaking true..&lt;br /&gt;So please, LOVE your mom with all your heart!&lt;br /&gt;In my case, she's the only one I have left!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh this is truly sad...&lt;br /&gt;Mom, if your reading this, which you're probably not,you might not even know what a blog is :P &lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I love you with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;You are my hero..&lt;br /&gt;Love you mummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-8552151321453395552?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8552151321453395552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=8552151321453395552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8552151321453395552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8552151321453395552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/mummy.html' title='Mummy......'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-2023554076144880604</id><published>2009-01-28T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:50:33.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody - Keith Sweat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zsiVX5SQNJs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zsiVX5SQNJs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorites for 2008!&lt;br /&gt;Sexy!&lt;br /&gt;Hot!&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can say whatever but can you do what they doin?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that!&lt;br /&gt;So shut up and enjoy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-2023554076144880604?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2023554076144880604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=2023554076144880604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2023554076144880604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2023554076144880604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/nobody-keith-sweat.html' title='Nobody - Keith Sweat'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-6651506749992936800</id><published>2009-01-28T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:47:28.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite perfomance of Ciara and Chris Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgpqB1dYzpQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgpqB1dYzpQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it begins with "With You" and then..............&lt;br /&gt;Tada.........&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Ciara doing her thing...&lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful, physically fit, tall, gorgeous..&lt;br /&gt;That's hot! Love this....&lt;br /&gt;3:36 til 3:41 is the part that I wish I could pull off...&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-6651506749992936800?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6651506749992936800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=6651506749992936800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6651506749992936800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6651506749992936800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-perfomance-of-ciara-and.html' title='My favorite perfomance of Ciara and Chris Brown'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-2243591160573429583</id><published>2009-01-27T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:22:56.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E X - L O V E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SX_dDc3YipI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lZYvls3u6Yc/s1600-h/Sad+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SX_dDc3YipI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lZYvls3u6Yc/s400/Sad+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296194738168826514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone who smokes?&lt;br /&gt;. not my preference but if he smokes, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs?&lt;br /&gt;. no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;. yes in certain circumstances ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your biggest turn off?&lt;br /&gt;. man who talks a lot, dull, can't make me laugh and a PLAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your biggest turn on?&lt;br /&gt;. when he doesn't try too hard to please me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go on the first date?&lt;br /&gt;. Luna Bar or Sky Bar or maybe just somewhere QUIET and peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever regretted breaking up with someone?&lt;br /&gt;. YES! ( u kno who u r )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone more than once?&lt;br /&gt;. yes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss any of your exes?&lt;br /&gt;. yeah but in a good way I guess, I'm learning to accept now that we ain't gonna be together, ever.. glad we are good frens though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the sweetest thing someone you dated did for you?&lt;br /&gt;. she arranged a surprise party for me. that was the sweetest! unexpected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to get into a serious relationship right now?&lt;br /&gt;. i want to but it takes two to tango ey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret dating anyone?&lt;br /&gt;. YES few of them were a major mistakes. 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;. hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to get you on a serious relationship?&lt;br /&gt;. show me that u wanna be serious and u wanna make it work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happier single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;. there's happy moments in both. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the most important thing in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;. TRUST &amp; FAITH hehe that's TWO most important thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would make you break up with someone, no questions asked?&lt;br /&gt;. if i caught him doin it with another girl, i'll walk away with no questions asked! nonnegotiable.. na ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone who did not love you back?&lt;br /&gt;. he loved me but not enuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important are looks?&lt;br /&gt;. it doesn't matter, the next day you cud be hit by a bus and lost ur face ;)who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when you are in love?&lt;br /&gt;. when I get excited whenever he's with me and I can't miss a second without hearing his voice :P lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather date someone who was SUPER-hot or someone who was SUPER-nice?&lt;br /&gt;. just a moderation of both wil do for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone cheated on you, would you take them back if you really loved them?&lt;br /&gt;. I might but what's the point? he doesn't love me which is why he cheated in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been ashamed of anyone you were dating?&lt;br /&gt;. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently want to date?&lt;br /&gt;. u tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date anyone your parents disapproved of?&lt;br /&gt;. hell yeah!! it's my life and eventually my mom will understand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay friends with the people you date?&lt;br /&gt;. YES for most of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite memories with an ex?&lt;br /&gt;. everytime she puts me to bed and play with my hair and forehead and my back :) missed that but I guess I'm not a little gal anymore. Sadly have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you fight over someone you wanted to be with?&lt;br /&gt;. YES! but if she / he doesn't want it, i won't! i would but I would give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone A LOT older or younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;. WHY NOT! Love is blind. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the word love is overused?&lt;br /&gt;. YES! But I love it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-2243591160573429583?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2243591160573429583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=2243591160573429583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2243591160573429583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2243591160573429583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-x-l-o-v-e.html' title='E X - L O V E'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SX_dDc3YipI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lZYvls3u6Yc/s72-c/Sad+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-4095362809968211038</id><published>2009-01-27T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:48:42.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you like..........</title><content type='html'>I'm not kidding when it first came out I actually watched it for 20 times...&lt;br /&gt;If only TI knows...&lt;br /&gt;God damn it...&lt;br /&gt;Girls adore men who'd sing this to them...&lt;br /&gt;So guys.... &lt;br /&gt;Do your thang.....&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what happened to the original / official video...&lt;br /&gt;but this is ok...&lt;br /&gt;so yeah enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty good toooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AX2YSo2FiAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AX2YSo2FiAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-4095362809968211038?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/4095362809968211038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=4095362809968211038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4095362809968211038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4095362809968211038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/whatever-you-like.html' title='Whatever you like..........'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-9170504350548825737</id><published>2009-01-27T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:29:45.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SX7UAeCBE1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/buejC3TwNYk/s1600-h/84ee02aaf986d1d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SX7UAeCBE1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/buejC3TwNYk/s400/84ee02aaf986d1d0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295903316360893266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you still feel the same way bout that person after seeing the real them..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you feel the same bout that person though he physically changed..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you feel incomplete when he isn't around...&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you can't live without him..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when he gives you butterflies in your belly..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you see your future with him..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you see yourself having kids, raising those kids with him..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when things between you both don't change even after centuries together..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when he sees you as the beautiful person that you are even though you're almost obese...&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you both do whatever it takes to be together even the situation doesn't permit you both to stay together...&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you trust him and don't worry bout him being unfaithful cause in whatever circumstances you know your heart is with him...&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you do whatever it takes to stay close to that person..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you're willing to sacrifice for him..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you're willing to be with him for rich or poor, fat or thin..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when he makes you feel happy, blush, gay all the time..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when the arguments you have with him makes you love him more and NOT HATE at all..&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you're willing to change to be better...&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you know he's the ONE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-9170504350548825737?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/9170504350548825737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=9170504350548825737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/9170504350548825737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/9170504350548825737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SX7UAeCBE1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/buejC3TwNYk/s72-c/84ee02aaf986d1d0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-8110821146099204570</id><published>2009-01-26T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:09:51.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zhlxHHmsrM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zhlxHHmsrM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my all time favorite. Although Lloyd seems a little softie but I still love this song to death.. Makes a woman feel wanted :)&lt;br /&gt;Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-8110821146099204570?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8110821146099204570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=8110821146099204570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8110821146099204570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8110821146099204570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-30749635850418971</id><published>2009-01-26T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:18:46.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Ladies ( Put A Ring On It )</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2pitbGn95I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2pitbGn95I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard this song which is like last October I was like Beyonce never fail to come up with good meaningful music. I was more excited when I saw how sexy she danced in the video. Tried to dance like that few times but didn’t work. Lol .&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk bout the song, I think this a song with a great msg for men out there. You don’t just take a gal out for years and not marry them or ditch them to marry another gal. If you like em, put a ring on it, NOT f**k them and leave. That’s not what they deserve. Towards the end she said and like a ghost I’ll be gone. Oh ya, gals shud be gone if they relationship isn’t going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Queen B certainly know when to have this song as her hit. This is kind of like her first hit after her marriage which is why im sure she’s proud to sing it outloud. She knows she has her ring already, and when is your turn?&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce is 26 and I envy that killer body of hers, the way she dance in the video was a killa. It was some simple steps but they made it look so sophisticated that til now I still cant do it. Like what the hell, I thought I was born to dance lol&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, basically, Beyonce is the bomb and she is super enthusiastic in what she does which is why she is what she is now. 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	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:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	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;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve known bout each other’s existence for a pretty long time. But I take my sweet time to open up to someone just like what I’m doing with you. Thank you for being the apple of my eyes. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I appreciate the time you spent for / with me. Thank you for making me feel like I have another close fren now. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thank you for your thoughts, most important of all, thank you for making me smile, ALWAYS! We never fail to laugh our ass off everytime we together. I feel like I’m writing bout my lesbian partner. Feel so in love. Hahahaha. But ya, saya suka awak. Awak ni nakal tapi baik hati! Terima kasih tau! Despite all the laugh, I’ve learned a lot from u too. U bring out the soft side of me and the manja side of me and most importantly, I learned to be grateful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also learned nobody is perfect and if you want it, you gotta make it work. Instead of complaining and sweating over it &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that’s the most valuable thing I’ve learned all my life. Sometimes, when we like something, or we love it, it’s not really “all that”. You know, I might picture things to be this way, turns out it’s the other way round, but U taught me nothing is perfect. U MAKE IT WORK! Kan kan kan?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you for teaching me that. Stay the comel gal that u r! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-1629840501058512098?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/1629840501058512098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=1629840501058512098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/1629840501058512098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/1629840501058512098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/juliana-raja-wahman-jujups.html' title='Juliana Raja Wahman @ Jujups!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXwG5ytuprI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MUxxkTkY86A/s72-c/jujuppppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-6531279459344954581</id><published>2009-01-21T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:09:08.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolene Yap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdIlTn0y_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/CkmDEseC8lA/s1600-h/jojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdIlTn0y_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/CkmDEseC8lA/s400/jojo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293779692756978674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdIcrufACI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7ZnQ-VnJD4o/s1600-h/jojoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdIcrufACI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7ZnQ-VnJD4o/s400/jojoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293779544608538658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdF52C7lQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BC7RJ5rUs7g/s1600-h/jojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdF52C7lQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BC7RJ5rUs7g/s400/jojo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293776747059975426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdFR3ZnPhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fPM1693lDtw/s1600-h/jojoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdFR3ZnPhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fPM1693lDtw/s400/jojoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293776060228779538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdFRg4u3EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yZbXYV-ED50/s1600-h/jojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdFRg4u3EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yZbXYV-ED50/s400/jojo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293776054185286722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jojo!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you..........&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the thoughtful advice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so generous and thoughtful!!!&lt;br /&gt;Although during times we dun meet often, you're still there..&lt;br /&gt;Textin me, asking me how I'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;Showin me how much u care and syg me :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for wanting me to be part of ur life ;)&lt;br /&gt;U kno like the MTV Asia Award thingy...&lt;br /&gt;Tiesto and all...That's like so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;You know I dun even have many gal fwens...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being one of them...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;I dun think so words can describe how I can ever thank you..&lt;br /&gt;Remember the bikini u got me from Bangkok??&lt;br /&gt;That's so sweet and thoughtful :)&lt;br /&gt;Remember the dress, the grey dress? It's one of my favorite..&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we have a blast everytime we club?&lt;br /&gt;How we dun give a shit bout others and just have fun&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;I can only do that with U!&lt;br /&gt;Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;Love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-6531279459344954581?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6531279459344954581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=6531279459344954581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6531279459344954581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/6531279459344954581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/jolene-yap.html' title='Jolene Yap'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXdIlTn0y_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/CkmDEseC8lA/s72-c/jojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-8503090751898346349</id><published>2009-01-20T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:00:37.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and you!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXadq2y0QuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bXsR0fx5yjE/s1600-h/s.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXadq2y0QuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bXsR0fx5yjE/s400/s.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293591771609318114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;baby evrythin during honeymoon period cud fil lik a dream...bt all tiz dreams shud b cherished as v go stronger nothin shud chang ma luv, n evry arguments shud only make us stronger n luv ach otha mor n mor n learn more out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said this to me a while ago....&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you did...&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-8503090751898346349?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8503090751898346349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=8503090751898346349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8503090751898346349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8503090751898346349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-you.html' title='me and you!~'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXadq2y0QuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bXsR0fx5yjE/s72-c/s.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-3854058706644763684</id><published>2009-01-20T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:56:49.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tun Mahathir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXac-FGgm-I/AAAAAAAAADw/3P9Rvm3o_Cs/s1600-h/DSC00226.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/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXac-FGgm-I/AAAAAAAAADw/3P9Rvm3o_Cs/s400/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293591002355899362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember few years ago I was at this concert in Bukit Jalil..&lt;br /&gt;Concert 3 Diva...&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, my favorite man, my Ghost Rider, Tun Mahathir was there as the VVIP Guest!&lt;br /&gt;Cause of that, I couldn't pay attention to the concert, all i had in mine is to say hi 2 him and how much I love him. Instead of enjoying myself at the concert, I went outside and waited by his car for 2 god damn hours and when he came, his hideous security pushed me away so Tun could get into his car, I was sad!!!! freaking sad that I shed tears!&lt;br /&gt;But I moved on from that incident though I was devastated cause I really wanted to c him and all..&lt;br /&gt;Few Sundays ago, I was at Starbucks webcamming with my syg when I saw him walking and sat right in front of my table. I thought to myself, this is the best Sunday ever ;)&lt;br /&gt;He is old, ya, but what the heck, he is one of the best intellect that Malaysia can be proud of!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE U TUN!&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous, didn't say what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;If I cud turn back time, I wud have said that Malaysia should build more big parks so it could inculcate the citizens to work out, jog, read, chill out and unite!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanted to ask, if you're still adopting cause I would love you to be my suga daddy, ops, my god daddy so you could be kind enough to sponsor me to the States to do my Masters :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just gonna be a dream. But yeah, at least you people are hearing me out :)&lt;br /&gt;THANK U!&lt;br /&gt;Love you TUN!&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-3854058706644763684?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3854058706644763684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=3854058706644763684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3854058706644763684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3854058706644763684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/tun-mahathir.html' title='Tun Mahathir!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXac-FGgm-I/AAAAAAAAADw/3P9Rvm3o_Cs/s72-c/DSC00226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-3023622170393299278</id><published>2009-01-20T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:43:36.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaZ0hb9TSI/AAAAAAAAADo/MlMY5kbGsTc/s1600-h/malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaZ0hb9TSI/AAAAAAAAADo/MlMY5kbGsTc/s320/malaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293587539628477730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said some harsh things bout Malaysia when I was in LA.&lt;br /&gt;Although there were things that i wish Malaysia could adapt from LA, I am still proud to be a Malaysian. Always will :)&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Boleh!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila nak bolehkan?&lt;br /&gt;Jangan la ckp je :)&lt;br /&gt;Love u still Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;Mwah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-3023622170393299278?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3023622170393299278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=3023622170393299278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3023622170393299278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3023622170393299278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaZ0hb9TSI/AAAAAAAAADo/MlMY5kbGsTc/s72-c/malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-8492840949737036389</id><published>2009-01-20T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:21:14.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nur'Ain Mohd Nor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaGKY132kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ubrDotT1ZiM/s1600-h/ain.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/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaGKY132kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ubrDotT1ZiM/s320/ain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565925045819970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaGAb2Q2qI/AAAAAAAAADI/_WOPLHnor8k/s1600-h/Sad+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaGAb2Q2qI/AAAAAAAAADI/_WOPLHnor8k/s320/Sad+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565754054072994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaF_4RHXsI/AAAAAAAAADA/VqdcvWVy3D4/s1600-h/Sad+172.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/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaF_4RHXsI/AAAAAAAAADA/VqdcvWVy3D4/s320/Sad+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565744503021250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to start!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;u were i can say my only fren back in matric, aside from Ema hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;U see the good and the nice ones in me...&lt;br /&gt;U were there when i was cursing and cursing the mahallah and just wanna get my ass outta there....&lt;br /&gt;I'm honored to be one of ur bestie ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me feel like I'm a strong person and I can make it thru those stormy weather ;)&lt;br /&gt;U r that one fren that I can to who'd catch me when I fall..&lt;br /&gt;U r that one fren that I know will be my shoulder to cry on...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ain...&lt;br /&gt;How can i even thank you?&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when we were in ur room trying to study fo finals, and how complicate they like to make something simple seem, u r the one who translate them for me and made it lot easier! :)&lt;br /&gt;Ain, I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;U r like my diary!&lt;br /&gt;U r that one person I can talk to and say, "remember I was telling you bout this...."&lt;br /&gt;and you'll say ya...&lt;br /&gt;and then I can keep telling u stories after stories ;)&lt;br /&gt;U r that one person who always make me feel better and I kno U mean it when U say so ;)&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU AIN!&lt;br /&gt;mwah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-8492840949737036389?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8492840949737036389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=8492840949737036389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8492840949737036389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/8492840949737036389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/nurain-mohd-nor.html' title='Nur&apos;Ain Mohd Nor'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaGKY132kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ubrDotT1ZiM/s72-c/ain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-4255513682914706009</id><published>2009-01-20T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:28:25.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasneem Elias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ45CLUu4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/EQ6zfS5tVUA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ45CLUu4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/EQ6zfS5tVUA/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293551333252840322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ44xJ-aeI/AAAAAAAAACI/VlSyXNWaHz0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ44xJ-aeI/AAAAAAAAACI/VlSyXNWaHz0/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293551328683780578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ44XZJh7I/AAAAAAAAABw/JMkQftGPa6Y/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ44XZJh7I/AAAAAAAAABw/JMkQftGPa6Y/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293551321768101810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first met when I was 18!&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I thought you were a Malay but turn out you were the only International student from Matriculation..&lt;br /&gt;Kinda weird but it's cool ey...&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me and I want you to know I appreciate it so much..&lt;br /&gt;Your support made me stay in IIU tho I wanted to leave and find a more accepting college..&lt;br /&gt;I felt unaccepted, I felt rejected, I felt hated and what not...&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me the words of wisdom and you are an inspiration....&lt;br /&gt;I am now, hopefully to be graduating in a couple of months..&lt;br /&gt;Although you're now back in Sudan, I hope to see you again and I want you to know that you're spirit is always with me..&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said you're my angel?&lt;br /&gt;You really are!&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for looking up to me as your Sunshine :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm flattered!&lt;br /&gt;Tasneem!!! Love you always and thank you for EVERYTHIN! I don't know how will i ever repay you but thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ44a5M2SI/AAAAAAAAACA/UumcqzZCcXE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ44a5M2SI/AAAAAAAAACA/UumcqzZCcXE/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293551322707843362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ44eqgHlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DdAU_fgb0A8/s1600-h/tas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ44eqgHlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DdAU_fgb0A8/s320/tas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293551323719933522" 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/7490623735997786190-4255513682914706009?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/4255513682914706009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=4255513682914706009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4255513682914706009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/4255513682914706009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/tasneem-elias.html' title='Tasneem Elias'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ45CLUu4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/EQ6zfS5tVUA/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-5845188280264984747</id><published>2009-01-20T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:30:33.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syaza Nadiah Ahmad Marzuki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaWt4aJdZI/AAAAAAAAADg/qOJTGJ1iFuw/s1600-h/syaza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaWt4aJdZI/AAAAAAAAADg/qOJTGJ1iFuw/s320/syaza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584127000933778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaWt1erTEI/AAAAAAAAADY/D33xQ-P19dw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaWt1erTEI/AAAAAAAAADY/D33xQ-P19dw/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584126214622274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ05uZYNzI/AAAAAAAAABg/qPQ7ss5ySIU/s1600-h/play+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ05uZYNzI/AAAAAAAAABg/qPQ7ss5ySIU/s320/play+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293546947076437810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ1iSDEzBI/AAAAAAAAABo/0u_s4WxV7Ug/s1600-h/Sad+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ1iSDEzBI/AAAAAAAAABo/0u_s4WxV7Ug/s320/Sad+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293547643841334290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, thank you for being the first fren who actually read my blog..&lt;br /&gt;That's very sweet and supportive of you love...&lt;br /&gt;Second, I am writing this blog for you to tell you that I dearly love you as my fren and my sister..&lt;br /&gt;We went thru lotsa ups and downs but we still pull thru...&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast being ur classmates and one of your closest...&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are approaching graduation, tho we dun meet as much...&lt;br /&gt;tho we might not meet as often when we're done, I want you to know that you are loved and every kindness and tenderness you've shown, I'm very much grateful by it :)&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;br /&gt;this may sound lame but I'm gonna say it anyways, May our friendship last forever :)&lt;br /&gt;mwah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ1iSDEzBI/AAAAAAAAABo/0u_s4WxV7Ug/s1600-h/Sad+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-5845188280264984747?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/5845188280264984747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=5845188280264984747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/5845188280264984747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/5845188280264984747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/syaza-nadiah-ahmad-marzuki.html' title='Syaza Nadiah Ahmad Marzuki'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaWt4aJdZI/AAAAAAAAADg/qOJTGJ1iFuw/s72-c/syaza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-3965458015008865838</id><published>2009-01-20T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:58:30.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I certainly haven't been written in a while..&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; had the time to do so....&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my Internet connection can get really f**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ked&lt;/span&gt; up sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; things had taken places in 2007...&lt;br /&gt;Drama, more drama and what not....&lt;br /&gt;2008 was more subtle....&lt;br /&gt;2009 will be the coolest :)&lt;br /&gt;Here are Nadia's new year resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be more diligent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to get back in shape, not that I'm fat but I need to look 3kg lighter ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to not give a shit bout people's prob, tho i care, tho both parties come up to me and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mengadu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nasib&lt;/span&gt;", i will not be that middle person who is trying to make things better but ends up getting the bad name..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to at least be in a relationship and have him as my possible hubby which I think I've found, lets hope he's the one..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be a better daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to have more endurance towards everyone especially my mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to get a good job and make good bucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be healthy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be able to provide my mom with everything possible :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be able to love again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be happy again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to find that one person I share my stories with, hope it's you BABY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to travel more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to save more money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to appreciate more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be grateful more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to live it up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to believe in myself more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to never give up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The list will go on and on.... With this, I'm grabbing this opportunity to wish everyone Happy New Year, and Happy Chinese New Year! God bless..&lt;br /&gt;I finally knew how to add pictures to this blog.. Now things are getting exciting... :D *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture below is the shape that I need to get back into and I'm putting it up to be inspired when I look at it everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZydYrfqnI/AAAAAAAAABY/IrESyuD0430/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZydYrfqnI/AAAAAAAAABY/IrESyuD0430/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293544261187250802" 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/7490623735997786190-3965458015008865838?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3965458015008865838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=3965458015008865838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3965458015008865838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/3965458015008865838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZydYrfqnI/AAAAAAAAABY/IrESyuD0430/s72-c/8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-220021412183878389</id><published>2008-11-21T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:32:37.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incheon International Airport, Seoul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ7LtNBjeI/AAAAAAAAACY/fA_4wesYUUU/s1600-h/250px-Incheon_International_Airpot_%28interesting_architecture%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ7LtNBjeI/AAAAAAAAACY/fA_4wesYUUU/s320/250px-Incheon_International_Airpot_%28interesting_architecture%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293553853063597538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing this blog, I am joyously stuck in Incheon International Airport, Seoul. Did you know this airport was opened in 2001 and voted as the best airport in the world? That's right! And now I am proud that I am stuck here. Typing with a stylish pure white VAIO laptop provided in this exquisite airport. And not to mention, gadgets here are pretty cheap! Cheaper than Malaysia I can say. Also there is like 25 laptops here wanting you to utilize them. Did I tell you my transit was ten hours? YES! Good ten hours! My back hurts big time and i so need to shower and my skin is dry and not glowy anymore like how it usually looks in KL. Well glowy is an euphemism for OILY for me.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my skin is dry. It's god damn winter for heaven sake. Point to be made here, I am exhausted, can't wait to reach home, and I have been doin nothin since I got here but online and I need a good shower too and a massage :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-220021412183878389?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/220021412183878389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=220021412183878389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/220021412183878389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/220021412183878389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2008/11/incheon-international-airport-seoul.html' title='Incheon International Airport, Seoul'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ7LtNBjeI/AAAAAAAAACY/fA_4wesYUUU/s72-c/250px-Incheon_International_Airpot_%28interesting_architecture%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-1072985716775999648</id><published>2008-11-21T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:40:31.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIU'/><title type='text'>IIU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ852eBr5I/AAAAAAAAACg/NEh7Pip6VKo/s1600-h/DSC02608.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/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ852eBr5I/AAAAAAAAACg/NEh7Pip6VKo/s320/DSC02608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555745336438674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in school, I couldn't wait to finish so I could farther my studies or be an actress... Funny but I used to want to be an actress so badly cause i thought and i still think i have what it takes to be one. When I completed school, i thought i was gonna fail my SPM... I'm blessed, turns out i got 5A's... Pretty amazing for someone who didn't study as hard and who didn't expect that much.&lt;br /&gt;After school, i was very certain that i won't be going for National Service cause I thought, of all the people, why would they wanna choose me? Plus, my friends weren't selected. So here I go having fun, up and down, here and there, thinking i will be doing just that til i pursue my studies. Under weird curcumstances, I actually got through NS and I was the first badge which is why i thought i wouldn't be selected. The first badge is just a partial of people my age in Malaysia cause it was just introduced, therefore, they couldn't accomodate everybody. Again, I thought I was among the everybody. I assumed I was the lucky ones. Turns out vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after living in hell for 3 months, I got an offer to study in IIU. Wasn't happy about it, but mom certainly was. If she was a teenager, I think she would be jumping up and down. Sadly, she is my mom who is 33 years older than me. Therefore, she behaved, But i see the tears of joy in her eyes. Being the only child, that's one thing you would wanna do since the tears of joy hardly occurs ;) And so i went to Matriculation of IIU and cried for sometime cause i am conceived as an alien by this people. I wonder why? Maybe cause my hair is too bushy that it seems like there is a beehive in the back of my head. Oh wait maybe i'm too dark which makes me look Sri Lankan or Bangladeshi that it's okay for you to patronize me before my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever, i survived...&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that I went through countless depression drama.&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I stumbled but i survived,, i SURVIVED through it all :)&lt;br /&gt;When I was 18, I kept asking myself, will I ever complete my studies here in IIU. It seems endless and like I don't fit in here. Always lost in class. Always don't know what to do when we have assignments. Always don't know what to revise for exam, midterms and even quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Always black when the rest of the class says YES...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am just different and when I say different. I really mean different. I am apprehended as unpredictable. Well maybe I am. Maybe you just don't know me that well. I really don't know cause I'm not you. I am ME.. Or maybe I am inconsistent in terms of behavior, or MAYBE i am consistent, but in my own way which gives u difficulties to comprehend me. Again, I DO NOT KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;And yeah as i was saying, I thought I couldn't make it but thank God, I am almost there, real close, real close to graduation. Thank God for making me such a strong person though I am mostly weak but I am strong enough to survive!! Thank God :)&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Thanks to my dearest friends who was there for me throughtout and kept encouraging me to hang on or hold on or watever on it is :) LOVE U PEOPLE! mwah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-1072985716775999648?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/1072985716775999648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=1072985716775999648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/1072985716775999648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/1072985716775999648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-was-in-school-i-couldnt-wait-to.html' title='IIU'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ852eBr5I/AAAAAAAAACg/NEh7Pip6VKo/s72-c/DSC02608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-2109596165154575270</id><published>2008-11-20T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:53:57.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaAKGI4AkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DGRECAyBy3g/s1600-h/LA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaAKGI4AkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DGRECAyBy3g/s320/LA2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293559322955481666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaAJ3lheSI/AAAAAAAAACw/gmHQmqeZ30A/s1600-h/LA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaAJ3lheSI/AAAAAAAAACw/gmHQmqeZ30A/s320/LA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293559319049107746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ9KhCAkfI/AAAAAAAAACo/MxRd9Gfslkc/s1600-h/hollywood.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXZ9KhCAkfI/AAAAAAAAACo/MxRd9Gfslkc/s320/hollywood.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293556031639556594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an Asian, one is always told not to follow the Western culture...&lt;br /&gt;I understand, back then that, the Western are wild and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;BUT what the heck, they do stuff and they don't hide behind close doors..&lt;br /&gt;That's the beauty of it...&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Asians (not all), we do stuff that we know are not acceptable but we just pretend like we are totally innocent about it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to LA, i was enthralled by just how friendly people are over here...&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, they have their downfall, but what the heck...&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with imitating the good side of them...&lt;br /&gt;They are crazy friendly that I wish we could do that in Malaysia to make it a better place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In LA, it's too normal to greet strangers..&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, when one says hi to a stranger, they'll be "Do I know you" or "Have we met somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;In LA, everybody talks to everybody&lt;br /&gt;In KL, Oh No pride comes first&lt;br /&gt;In LA, Customer Service (in general) is amazing&lt;br /&gt;In KL, the slower the service, the busier our company is, that's why&lt;br /&gt;In LA, staring is rude&lt;br /&gt;In KL, look at what she's wearing, i have to stare&lt;br /&gt;In LA, you can do whatever and no one will come to you and start preaching&lt;br /&gt;In KL, preachers are everywhere  (don't worry they are distinguishable)&lt;br /&gt;In LA, we smile to WIDELY to strangers (in general)&lt;br /&gt;In KL, we hesitate to smile ( I really need a good reason to smile at you)&lt;br /&gt;In LA, TV Show is remarkably fun&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, Oh No, this needs to be censored, Oh No this is too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. as I'm writing this, I'm actually bout to take off and come back to home sweet home Malaysia!!! Regardless, Malaysia is tanah tumpah darah ku ( where my blood spills) lol&lt;br /&gt;My view from this scenario is that a society is like a disease, it's contagious. So, if a society is known to be friendly, inevitably, almost everyone will be so. If, a community such as Arab females love to stare when they come to Malaysia, it's cause their culture is all about STARING... It's sad, if we need the entire community, to change to be better because that might not happen....&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-2109596165154575270?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2109596165154575270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=2109596165154575270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2109596165154575270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2109596165154575270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2008/11/los-angeles_5071.html' title='Los Angeles'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/SXaAKGI4AkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DGRECAyBy3g/s72-c/LA2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-2041963888354929536</id><published>2008-11-20T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:43:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-2041963888354929536?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2041963888354929536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=2041963888354929536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2041963888354929536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/2041963888354929536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2008/11/los-angeles_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-5387683810641314629</id><published>2008-11-20T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:49:38.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>O shit.. I'm new to this and I have no idea how to edit my blog... Many typo... :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-5387683810641314629?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/5387683810641314629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=5387683810641314629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/5387683810641314629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/5387683810641314629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2008/11/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490623735997786190.post-7315552851813407037</id><published>2008-11-20T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:27:01.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>What is love?&lt;br /&gt;All I know is what's like being hurt...&lt;br /&gt;All I know what's like crying cause love hurts..&lt;br /&gt;All I know is to feel irritate when i'm with my partner...&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I never felt the connection when we are together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, What is Love?&lt;br /&gt;How does it make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know...&lt;br /&gt;Bloody assholes who don't treat women right..&lt;br /&gt;Why are you even living....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know how it feels like to be happy&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know how it feels like to feel complete&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know how it feels like to have the shoulder to cry on...&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wanna know how it feels like to be in a relationship for a year, 2, 3, 4, 5 years and counting.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490623735997786190-7315552851813407037?l=nadiamartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/feeds/7315552851813407037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7490623735997786190&amp;postID=7315552851813407037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/7315552851813407037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490623735997786190/posts/default/7315552851813407037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiamartin.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898875080305196278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yNgbURe1ybQ/TGTG9jWbRWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9CDBYZg58N0/S220/tweet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
