<?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-12213484</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:03:37.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RebeL`de</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-skreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-skreamz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11309947086620043477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12213484.post-111442413250107441</id><published>2005-04-25T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T03:15:32.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12213484-111442413250107441?l=silent-skreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111442413250107441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111442413250107441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-skreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11309947086620043477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12213484.post-111434360666352155</id><published>2005-04-24T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T04:53:26.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVe OHhhhHhhh LovE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SUNDAEz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are boring... i'm just like practically sitting in the couch doing nuthing, nuthing at all.  In my previous post, i was like talking about people falling in and out of love.  To me, it is so difficult to say that you really love someone.  You can say you like a lot of times, or love them &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, do you mean it.  You may say you love them everyday but do you really do or is it just for the sake of saying it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Some usual way of sayings&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;* Gd Nyte dear, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;* Ok take care, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;* Luv ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's kinda boring to me actually.  It will be much more interesting if you never hear them say it and for all you know, one fine day, the finally say it from the bottom of their hearts! Like.. "I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that will be somewhat special then the usual sayings.  People nowadays do not treasure what they have.  They thought that life is damn long for them so they think that falling in and out of love is okie fer them.  I can't deny the fact that people ard my age are mostly not serious abt their relationships.  BUT, until they found someone they really like, they try flirting again but ended up still missing the ones they really want.  Then, they started realising that those are the ones they wanna spend the rest of their lives with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that we have to learn to be posessive in relationship.  But, hey, would you wanna stick to someone you love but who don't love you??  *HeLL NO for me!  I'm sure therez always a person who is made for us.  Soon or later we will learn to change and treasure the person.  I believe in giving chances.  I hate to stop people from doing things that they like.  If my companion wanna go to clubs and hang out w/o me.  For all means, do it.  Who loves to be controlled.  But somehow, if he is made fer me, he'll come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a life.  Everyone wanna accomplish the things that they wanna do before they even get serious.  BUT, we have to remember, we hurt people feelings, make fun of people, live a life full of lies, we'll get it back.  I really believe in RETRIBUTION.  What you do, you get it back.  Easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that you are not ready, don't commit into any relationship.  Don't fullfill you sexual desires with people you don't even love.  Or, having sex with someone you THINK you love.  No Offence but it's all to risky fer you.  Stay out of SEX.  Dun get hooked to it.  Lead a free life.  When the time comes, and when you actually had it with your spouse or something, u're gonna really remember it forever.  Not just have sex w/o thinking and get yourself into trouble.  But don't blame those who actually did it to fullfill their sexual desire.  You can't withstand that moment but you can always avoid it by making yourself bz.  Guys whu need you fer SEX are not guys.  They're JERKZ!  If they love you, they won't go askin fer it.  Thats DESPERATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people get trapped when they say that they love them.  That's what i'm trying to say.  &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do you know what is the real meaning of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12213484-111434360666352155?l=silent-skreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111434360666352155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111434360666352155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-skreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-ohhhhhhhh-love.html' title='LoVe OHhhhHhhh LovE....'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11309947086620043477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12213484.post-111391047613245949</id><published>2005-04-19T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T04:34:36.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::  F.O.R.G.I.V.E  M.E  ::</title><content type='html'>Can you forgive me again?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I said&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I heard the words come out&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I would die&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Then you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You're not shouting anymore&lt;br /&gt;You're silently broken&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything now&lt;br /&gt;to kill those words for you&lt;br /&gt;Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you."&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were made for me&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;How happy you make me&lt;br /&gt;I can't live this life&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I need you to survive&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me&lt;br /&gt;You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;And you forgive me again&lt;br /&gt;You're my one true friend&lt;br /&gt;And I never meant to hurt you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12213484-111391047613245949?l=silent-skreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111391047613245949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111391047613245949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-skreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/forgive-me.html' title='::  F.O.R.G.I.V.E  M.E  ::'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11309947086620043477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12213484.post-111390995989512456</id><published>2005-04-19T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T04:28:34.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens if a satay stick is stuffed in ur arse?? What is sticked to it??</title><content type='html'>(({&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Problems&lt;/span&gt; and more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;.. Just don't bug me with more probs kies...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna care about all that shit. I'm so through with it. Things have to change now. But im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everythings settled}))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out with Zila and Rash just now. They are such a great buddy man. I'm so happy Rash has a good life. I pray, may she will last long in her relationship. As for Zila, hahhaa.. she and he Shah's.. my goodness.. 'Tak Leh angkat!!".. hehehee.. Well.. well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lil depressed afew days back. Blieve it or not, i was. So damn damn depressed! But things has change alot for me. I wanna thank the people who have helped me alot.. and the names are as follows: (hahahhaaa..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sharill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Zila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Azwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shakir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the names whoam i din mention. Those are the finalist! Mepek Mepek...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sharill and Rash for guiding me to right path. I became more mature bcoz of you guys. Thanks Rash for standing by my side. Thanks Zila for ur listening ear. Thank you so much GF! Thanks Shakir for being such a lovely brother and understanding my situation. Shakir Zila?? hehehee.. kidding kies.. Anyway lastly, thanks to Azwan who always make me happy.. Hmmpphh Lyla?? hehehee... We're gonna stick together forever and ever man.. hehehee..&lt;br /&gt;OMG! i'm so happy ryte now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FAISAL&lt;/span&gt;.. dun make me stick dat satay stick.. and break it! hahahaz... Damn it man.. the 'Bapok' guy!..~ he say to me "Bapak kau.."...Hahahhaz.. So lembut sia.. I dun blame him for being such a softy.. kekekekee.. :)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh well.... Sometimes i don't know if im living in a fantasy.. Everything seems so unreal.... Haizzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;-outa here-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12213484-111390995989512456?l=silent-skreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111390995989512456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111390995989512456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-skreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-happens-if-satay-stick-is-stuffed.html' title='What happens if a satay stick is stuffed in ur arse?? What is sticked to it??'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11309947086620043477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12213484.post-111387439352084844</id><published>2005-04-19T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:34:04.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn bored</title><content type='html'>I am so damn bored these past few days. I slept like a pig last night. I am getting bored with myself. I am in school ryte now. I now typing like this is Damn boring but this is the way i type when i am Damn bored..&lt;br /&gt;-out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12213484-111387439352084844?l=silent-skreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111387439352084844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12213484/posts/default/111387439352084844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-skreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/damn-bored.html' title='Damn bored'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11309947086620043477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12213484.post-111364711697097502</id><published>2005-04-17T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T03:25:16.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never meant to hurt anyone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Peps.. tanx for being so caring and tagging at my blog. Seriously, i welcome all comments, good or bad.  Coz i noe im not perfect.  No one is... Since blogging is the way you express your feelings.. here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dun get it why Lilo is mad at me.  I shan't lie, i admit im a lil` bothered by it.  Coz one moment she is happy and the next thing you noe, she's hates me.  I don't hate her, infact i don't hate anyone.  Guess these kinda ppl needs help.  I undastand.  and.. that is why i am not totally bothered by it.  Thank god im gonna finish skul.  After that, im outta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is gettin a lil` boring for me.  Its a saturday n yet, i dunno what to do.  Im lyk practically killing myself in my room.  Gosh!  Alot of things has changed these days... I'm beginning to see my true friends.  Well friends, you know whu u are, thanks fer being there fer me thruout the situations that i had.  Thanks for undastanding me as a crazy yet LOVING gal! heheee... okie kiddin aight!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your advices.  It really knocked some sense into me and made  me a more mature girl. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love this song man... damn it! So comment me.. tag me all.... till then.. 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