<?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-3968045203975546440</id><updated>2012-03-21T18:47:50.084+08:00</updated><category term='MZ'/><category term='i'/><title type='text'>;Born as a Princess to Be a Queen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7041060929625649323</id><published>2012-03-21T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-21T18:47:50.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I think everyone, at some point, goes through that one moment where they think "my God, I can't do this." but you know what? you can. no matter how close you are to the edge, no matter how badly you feel like giving up, or think it's best to do so rather than have to put up with the pain - don't. don't lose hope that things will get better. don't give up, because there is someone out there who will make you smile in a way no one else ever could. keep that glimmer of hope alive in your heart, because someone is out there searching for your smile. so wipe your tears and keep your head held high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7041060929625649323?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7041060929625649323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7041060929625649323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7041060929625649323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7041060929625649323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-think-everyone-at-some-point-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-1350523161797343121</id><published>2012-03-21T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-21T18:45:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;No matter how hard i try, i swear, i will never be good enough for anyone. I try my best at everything. I try mt best to be there for you, to be what you want. To do what you want. To live up to your expectations, but i just can't. I'm not who you want me to b and i will never be good enough for you. I'm sorry. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-1350523161797343121?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/1350523161797343121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=1350523161797343121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1350523161797343121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1350523161797343121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/no-matter-how-hard-i-try-i-swear-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2637711506322605745</id><published>2012-03-21T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-21T01:19:48.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Maybe it's true we don't know what we have until we've lost it. But, maybe it's also true that we don't knoe what we're missing until we find it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2637711506322605745?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2637711506322605745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2637711506322605745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2637711506322605745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2637711506322605745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/maybe-its-true-we-dont-know-what-we.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7994089415487541551</id><published>2012-03-20T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-20T00:10:56.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Went to Forever 21 at Somerset for shopping. I'd buy the whole store if i could. I spent around 100bucks for clothes which i'm not sure if i'm ever gonna use it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I also went to ToaPayoh KiddyPalacen to buy Lil Princess stuff. Well, i coukd just go to Causeway Point, but Kiddy Palace outlet at TPY is one of the biggest in Spore.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I also bought two Victoria Serects perfume. On too of that, i change my ohone screen protector and also bought a Hello Kitty casing. Damn cute i must say. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Now, after all this shopping, i'm officially broke. Regret much huh? Well, girls will always be girls. You just have to shop till you drop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7994089415487541551?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7994089415487541551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7994089415487541551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7994089415487541551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7994089415487541551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/went-to-forever-21-at-somerset-for.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-3745895734620849425</id><published>2012-03-19T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T03:11:34.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always thought that you'd be diffrent, but looks like i was wrong. Thank You for giving me false hope. Maybe it's really time for me to find a girlfriend instead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-3745895734620849425?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/3745895734620849425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=3745895734620849425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3745895734620849425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3745895734620849425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/always-thought-that-you-be-diffrent-but.html' title='Always thought that you&amp;#39;d be diffrent, but looks like i was wrong. Thank You for giving me false hope. Maybe it&amp;#39;s really time for me to find a girlfriend instead?'/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-9221700297985609696</id><published>2012-03-19T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T01:15:16.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like a person who pays attention to the smallest details. It's cute when they know the little things you like, hate and small random facts about you. It's nice if they don't just pay attention to the big things and actually know you. It's such a surprise to hear them when they know something about you that you didn't even know that they knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-9221700297985609696?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/9221700297985609696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=9221700297985609696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/9221700297985609696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/9221700297985609696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-like-person-who-pays-attention-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-655770296622102103</id><published>2012-03-18T05:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T05:26:22.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really get the point why guys need to react to violence when they are angry. It's seriously upsetting and nerve wrecking. Sometimes, i'm just scared to be in a relationship due to these reason. I really hope NS will make him change for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-655770296622102103?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/655770296622102103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=655770296622102103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/655770296622102103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/655770296622102103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-dont-really-get-point-why-guys-need.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5994553880461788620</id><published>2012-03-17T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-17T21:01:15.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is﻿ spoken and rumored by many. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5994553880461788620?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5994553880461788620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5994553880461788620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5994553880461788620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5994553880461788620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/do-not-believe-in-anything-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-211191281729811030</id><published>2012-03-17T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-17T02:47:59.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm done with boys,guys,men or whatever you wanna call them. It's seriously such a pain. I'd rather enjoy myself and find money to raise up Puteri.  That's more like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-211191281729811030?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/211191281729811030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=211191281729811030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/211191281729811030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/211191281729811030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/seriously-im-done-with-boysguysmen-or.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-3073468309217035104</id><published>2012-03-16T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-16T01:50:03.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'll make mistakes, i'll break promises, i'll fight with you, i'll make you scream, i'll make you not want to be with me anymore. But even so, i'll try to learn from my mistakes and tru not to give up on us. Apolagizing might be hard for me, but i'll always do when i knw im really in wrng when i'm with you. I'm not perfect, and i'll never be. But i also don't want to be dishonest and promise you things i can't keep. I'd rather show you my faults and try to make up for them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-3073468309217035104?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/3073468309217035104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=3073468309217035104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3073468309217035104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3073468309217035104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/ill-make-mistakes-ill-break-promises.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8280957927864423235</id><published>2012-03-15T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-15T04:30:34.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's 4.18am and i'm finally home. &lt;div&gt;Firstly, i went for lunch with Shafiq at Marsling and then went to chill at Waterfront with him. Had a long talk or rather debate i should say about History. Yes, History. History about what we, the normal acads learn during secondary school times. Random much i guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly,  i had late dinner with Nasir at Changi. With the fact that he drive, distance ain't gonna be a problem. I guess, that's the point of having a car right? To travel? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two guys that always accompany me whenever i need food. Hahaha. Food buddy i should call? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, i went to meet Kimie arounf 12midnight just to hangout and chill. And again, we went to waterfront. But this time with a purpose. To meet his friends so that they cn help him repair his kick start. Hahaha. I seriously think he needs a new bike since his been going back and forth Johor just to repair his bike. Everyday, there will always be a new problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then chill and hangout at Waterfront with his two other friends. Damn, they were all funny. It was really fun. But, i still don't like the fact that riding bikes, is just making me freeze. It's always soo cold and i'm forever freezing. Doesn't matter whether i wear a jacket or not. I'll still be freezing cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had fun today and i think i'm going to be at home sleeping the whole of Tommorrow, or should i say today, later in the afternoon sleeping my ass off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8280957927864423235?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8280957927864423235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8280957927864423235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8280957927864423235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8280957927864423235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/well-its-4.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-4270786531890967251</id><published>2012-03-14T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T02:39:36.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I assume everyone hates me until they actually tell me that they like/love me and then i still think they hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-4270786531890967251?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/4270786531890967251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=4270786531890967251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4270786531890967251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4270786531890967251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-assume-everyone-hates-me-until-they.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2464964766760327006</id><published>2012-03-14T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T02:32:30.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The bad thing's stay with you. You can't escape them, even if you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2464964766760327006?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2464964766760327006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2464964766760327006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2464964766760327006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2464964766760327006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/bad-things-stay-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2059842640164472483</id><published>2012-03-14T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T02:31:09.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;; The less sleep I get, the more awake I am. And, the more sleep I get, the less awake I am. wtf? _|_&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2059842640164472483?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2059842640164472483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2059842640164472483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2059842640164472483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2059842640164472483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/less-sleep-i-get-more-awake-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7019749560886062171</id><published>2012-03-14T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T02:14:56.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far, there's already been 3 guys asking me why i don't bother to be in a relationship. How many more guys are still gonna ask me this question? I wonder. &lt;div&gt;Cause to me, it's just pure stupidity when someone ask me this kind of question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know God is fair and everyone deserve a second chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, think back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a single mother who have a child out of wedlock. Being with me means being with my child too. To accept me, is too accept my child also. What kind of guys would want to be with someone who have a child? ~ Ok, even if there is a guy who is willing to treat my daughter like his own, whoch parents would want their sons to be with a girl like me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything, every situation needs to be think far. I know life's never gonna be easy, but sometimes, it's just too hard to handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, guess  we'll just have to wait and see what God have in store for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7019749560886062171?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7019749560886062171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7019749560886062171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7019749560886062171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7019749560886062171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/so-far-theres-already-been-3-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-4809276940870679075</id><published>2012-03-13T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T00:28:27.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-4809276940870679075?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/4809276940870679075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=4809276940870679075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4809276940870679075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4809276940870679075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-have-deepest-affection-for.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-669346711155548528</id><published>2012-03-13T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T00:29:59.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; I no longer wish to understand. I'm&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;stressed, depressed, but aiming for success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-669346711155548528?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/669346711155548528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=669346711155548528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/669346711155548528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/669346711155548528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-no-longer-wish-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-1276419087554989765</id><published>2012-03-09T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T00:18:52.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't eaten the whole day. I just don't have the appetite to eat. Well, one thing for sure, i'm grabbing KFC for breakfast tomorrow. That if i can wake up early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-1276419087554989765?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/1276419087554989765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=1276419087554989765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1276419087554989765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1276419087554989765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-havent-eaten-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-9002927664578815331</id><published>2012-03-09T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T00:16:48.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Yes boy, I'm missing you like hell. It's just soo hard to get over you. I really hope that you being in NS for 2 years will help you change to become someone more matured and also a father that our daughter can actually look up to even if things were bad in the &lt;/span&gt;beginning&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;On top of all that i've said, it still doesn't change the mindset that i'd still be with someone new even if my feelings towards you is still strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I just want someone who'd be there when i'm down and actually understand how i feel. Someone who can support Puteri and treat her like his own daughter. I want someone who really appreciates me and not make use of me just because of money or sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I prayed everyday that God will show me the right path, and i know everything in life needs effort. And so, i'll do my best for a better future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-9002927664578815331?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/9002927664578815331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=9002927664578815331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/9002927664578815331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/9002927664578815331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/yes-boy-im-missing-you-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-156852683116555629</id><published>2012-03-08T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T23:55:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You gradually get over the pain. It doesn’t go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up and he’s not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line you realize you’ve made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes, years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occasionally. You manage to do this because you don’t see them, you don’t hear about them, you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name… and the memories come flooding back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-156852683116555629?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/156852683116555629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=156852683116555629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/156852683116555629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/156852683116555629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/you-gradually-get-over-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-9067648561307611278</id><published>2012-03-06T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T00:39:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Please help me stay on the straight path because I catch myself slipping. Please remind me over and over that this dunya is temporary and that out of the 6 billion people in this world there should be none that I should be trying to impress because the only one worth pleasing is you. Please protect me against shaytan. Please help my friends and I will try helping them by giving my knowledge about Islam. Please keep superficiality, materialism, ego/pride, backbiting, sex, and shallowness out of my mind, heart, and soul. I regret any moment of my life that has passed where I haven’t remembered you and I I’ll try my best from now on to not forget you. Ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-9067648561307611278?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/9067648561307611278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=9067648561307611278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/9067648561307611278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/9067648561307611278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/please-help-me-stay-on-straight-path.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8630020323137378653</id><published>2012-03-05T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T21:15:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Do you ever stop and realize that people probably discuss you from time to time when you aren’t around to witness it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;not even in a specifically positive or negative way just like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;people mention you, or think of you, you occur to people sometimes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;that’s the most unnerving thing that I can think of. that’s so weird that I exist to people when I’m not even interacting with them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8630020323137378653?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8630020323137378653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8630020323137378653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8630020323137378653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8630020323137378653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/do-you-ever-stop-and-realize-that.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-3383953544781502130</id><published>2012-03-05T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T19:13:29.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sarcasm is just one of the many services I offer to people who ask dumb questions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-3383953544781502130?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/3383953544781502130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=3383953544781502130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3383953544781502130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3383953544781502130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/sarcasm-is-just-one-of-many-services-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8687436160477766254</id><published>2012-03-05T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T18:00:01.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sick and Tired of this Damn Freaking Life _|_&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8687436160477766254?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8687436160477766254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8687436160477766254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8687436160477766254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8687436160477766254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/sick-and-tired-of-this-damn-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5491354908545068992</id><published>2012-03-05T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T12:12:35.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Curiosity killed my innocence. Over-thinking killed my happiness. Insecurities killed my self-esteem. Lies killed my trust.. Stereotypes killed my individuality. And judgement killed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5491354908545068992?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5491354908545068992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5491354908545068992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5491354908545068992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5491354908545068992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/curiosity-killed-my-innocence.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-319287661265263190</id><published>2012-03-05T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T11:45:46.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;; Yes, i'm a Money Minded person. But that doesn't mean you can buy my Love with money _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-319287661265263190?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/319287661265263190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=319287661265263190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/319287661265263190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/319287661265263190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/yes-im-money-minded-person.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8816398617703927426</id><published>2012-03-05T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T11:35:07.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;; Silence is the best way to let someone know they did you wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8816398617703927426?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8816398617703927426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8816398617703927426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8816398617703927426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8816398617703927426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/silence-is-best-way-to-let-someone-know.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-504825621830317781</id><published>2012-03-05T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T11:32:00.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;; No one understands how close i am to giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-504825621830317781?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/504825621830317781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=504825621830317781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/504825621830317781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/504825621830317781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/no-one-understands-how-close-i-am-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7901158327932954267</id><published>2012-03-05T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T10:01:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Being raised as a princess to be a queen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7901158327932954267?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7901158327932954267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7901158327932954267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7901158327932954267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7901158327932954267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/being-raised-as-princess-to-be-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6516483118511233751</id><published>2012-03-04T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T01:15:08.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like i've to do it the hard way since the easy way doesn't seems to be working out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6516483118511233751?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6516483118511233751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6516483118511233751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6516483118511233751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6516483118511233751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/looks-like-ive-to-do-it-hard-way-since.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-3190815380246677590</id><published>2012-03-04T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T01:02:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm scared to tell anyone what i'm going through. I'm scared of telling them how i spend hours crying because i feel so alone, how i feel so lost and empty inside, how i no longer have any aspirations or see a future for myself, how their hurtful words eat ,e inside, how i hate myself for not having the courage to stand up for myself, how i can no longer feel emotions. I feel dead, i feel numb and bitter and dark on the inside. I don't want sympathy, i want your help. I'm scared you will judge  me and ignore me and think. I'm mad and you'll leave me too. I'm afraid to tell you because it's engulfed me so much. I'm in this whirlpool of self-hate and depression which has sucked me in and prevents me from reaching out. It's stopping me from opening my mouth and telling anyone. So, please, help me because i don't want to carry on like this anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-3190815380246677590?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/3190815380246677590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=3190815380246677590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3190815380246677590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3190815380246677590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/im-scared-to-tell-anyone-what-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2186812941129963475</id><published>2012-03-04T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T00:25:34.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THERE ARE LITERALLY NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE MY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2186812941129963475?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2186812941129963475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2186812941129963475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2186812941129963475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2186812941129963475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/there-are-literally-no-words-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7692591028634813140</id><published>2012-03-03T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T22:12:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you have to stop worrying, wondering, and doubting. Have faith that things will work out, maybe not how i planned it would be, but just how it's meant to be. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7692591028634813140?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7692591028634813140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7692591028634813140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7692591028634813140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7692591028634813140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/sometimes-you-have-to-stop-worrying.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2103475371559434296</id><published>2012-03-02T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T01:12:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, i admit that i shouldn't be drinking, but when temptation call, you just have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2103475371559434296?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2103475371559434296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2103475371559434296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2103475371559434296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2103475371559434296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/hangover-yes-i-know-i-shouldnt-be.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7938369433901047908</id><published>2012-03-02T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T00:08:43.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of feeling empty inside. I’m tired of feeling worthless. I’m tired of feeling stuck. I’m tired of feeling crazy. I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of yelling. I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of dreaming of a life I will never have. I’m tired of missing things. I’m tired of missing people. I’m tired of remembering. I’m tired of wishing I could start all over. I’m tired of not being able to just let go. I’m tired of faking it. I’m tired of being different. I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of needing help. I’m tired of always wondering when I will finally let myself be happy. Most of all, I’m just tired of being tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7938369433901047908?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7938369433901047908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7938369433901047908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7938369433901047908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7938369433901047908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/im-tired-of-being-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5244325276137090726</id><published>2012-03-01T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T23:53:55.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I may not text you or call you anymore like I used to. I may not write you on Facebook or say something to you when I see you, but that doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you. I still do, it’s just that distancing myself from you is the only way for me to move on and be happy. If I get out of the habit of looking you up on Facebook or scrolling through my phone, wondering whether or not I should text you, maybe eventually I can get over you and everything that I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's sad, that I have to go through everyday putting on a fake grin, so the people I care about don't have to worry about me. I will always put others feelings above mine, and so I'll continue to do what I've been doing. Don't ever think someone's okay because they smile or laugh, there's always going to be the hidden stories, and broken hearts, stuffed behind the fakest of smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5244325276137090726?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5244325276137090726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5244325276137090726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5244325276137090726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5244325276137090726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-may-not-text-you-or-call-you-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5632307147463378889</id><published>2012-02-28T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T00:22:23.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking. I mean like; why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5632307147463378889?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5632307147463378889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5632307147463378889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5632307147463378889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5632307147463378889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-really-cant-picture-anyone-having.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8729331667152914745</id><published>2012-02-27T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T18:12:04.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve seen me at my best and my worst. You’ve been beside me when I cried, laughed and screamed. You’ve witnessed my good and evil, my arrogance and humility. You’ve seen me at every single phase of my life and yet you still give me what I ask for. The words to thank you fail me, but I know You understand the gratitude that flows through me. When I bow my head to worship you, I bow my heart in thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8729331667152914745?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8729331667152914745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8729331667152914745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8729331667152914745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8729331667152914745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2012/02/ya-allah-youve-seen-me-at-my-best-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6835806975217961154</id><published>2011-11-14T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:27:43.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; My life is like I’m jumping trains. Jumping trains is some how taking risks in my life. Losing people that I know aren’t worth it to be in my life. Standing up alone against all odd. Being bitchier than I ever thought I could be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Train rides usually last for hours. Just like life, I have certain periods in my life. I change with what mistakes I do. I change not only learning I was wrong but also learning to make myself immune to the crap human nature can throw at you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Human nature can kill you softly inside. School has been rather mean to me. Making me fall ill far too often. I miss breathing fresh air. I want my term break to come in a speed of lightning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I want to go out and have fun. I want play paint, have Nerf wars, swimming, being by the beach, going Universal Studios (AGAIN), eating without a care in the world, sleep, people watch and just be in the sun for fresh air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Life, please be back to normal as soon as possible. I pray to God everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6835806975217961154?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6835806975217961154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6835806975217961154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6835806975217961154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6835806975217961154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-life-is-like-im-jumping-trains.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2556946055294251695</id><published>2011-11-14T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T01:16:37.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today i actually went to SyarulNizam(boyfriend) house to meet his family. With the fact that i brought my daughter along since his family wanted to see me. I was touch and nearly cried when his arents say thing that i didnt expect. Im happy that i get to meet him and his family today. They Even sent me and babygirl home. ~ naik lorry lioa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2556946055294251695?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2556946055294251695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2556946055294251695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2556946055294251695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2556946055294251695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-today-i-actually-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-4893527709000872219</id><published>2011-11-11T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:31:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;So tired of school because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-left: 15px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(220, 220, 220); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;ul style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;stress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;pressure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;bitches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;haters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;douche bags.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;drama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;no sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;no time to do anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;being compared to smarter people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;shady people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;fakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;scandalous bitches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;headaches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;teachers that don’t know how to teach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I really don’t like the people in my classes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I’m being compared to other people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;the stupid lies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;stupid people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;stupid school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I’m just so tired of school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-4893527709000872219?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/4893527709000872219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=4893527709000872219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4893527709000872219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4893527709000872219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-tired-of-school-because-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2751507286776480025</id><published>2011-11-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:45:09.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Having someone who will love you, who will make you stop crying with just one hug and someone who will be like a kid to play with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;It’s the best feeling after a fight. After having a silly love fight, one cries and one apologizes. For a few seconds, both of you are okay again. You’re happy again. You can tease each other like kids again. Love and relationship is just like that. You face problems, you might end up breaking each other’s hearts, but what’s important is that, you make efforts to make it last and you don’t allow time and fate to break up what you have cherished and took care off for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2751507286776480025?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2751507286776480025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2751507286776480025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2751507286776480025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2751507286776480025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/having-someone-who-will-love-you-who.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8889863938637495329</id><published>2011-11-09T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:18:19.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; I Miss Wearing My Primary School Uniform. I Miss Wearing My Secondary School Uniform. I Miss Wearing My ITE School Uniform. ~ I Miss Going To School Without Having The Need To Stressed Out What To Wear To School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8889863938637495329?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8889863938637495329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8889863938637495329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8889863938637495329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8889863938637495329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-miss-wearing-my-primary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7312850176363049001</id><published>2011-11-08T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:11:10.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I Don't Mind When Our Conversations Get A Little Boring Or When We're Texting &amp;amp; We Run Out Of Things To Say . I Don't Care When We're Hanging Out &amp;amp; We're Doing Absolutely Nothing. Having You Around By My Side Is Enough For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7312850176363049001?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7312850176363049001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7312850176363049001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7312850176363049001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7312850176363049001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-mind-when-our-conversations-get.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-9135398929857592646</id><published>2011-11-08T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:06:55.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrl0fnaDBD1r0xz4zo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-9135398929857592646?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/9135398929857592646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=9135398929857592646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/9135398929857592646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/9135398929857592646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5579897591475144627</id><published>2011-11-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:04:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M NOT A BACKUP PLAN AND DEFINITELY NOT A SECOND CHOICE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5579897591475144627?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5579897591475144627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5579897591475144627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5579897591475144627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5579897591475144627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-not-backup-plan-and-definitely-not.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6970193534694896182</id><published>2011-11-08T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:01:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I miss being a kid. I miss birthday parties in class with cupcakes and spelling test with the extra credit word being '' happiness ''. I miss being able to run around playing freeze tag all day without getting tired then putting my head on the pillow at night and knocking right out with no worries or cares. I miss eating however much i wanted without a thought, and curling up on the couch with good books and not getting up till it was done. I miss running home to watch my favourite cartoon and the fresh prince and wanking up on saturday morning for cartoons. I miss not being stressed, when everything was pure and simple. But what i miss most of all, was the time that seemed to never run out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6970193534694896182?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6970193534694896182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6970193534694896182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6970193534694896182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6970193534694896182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-miss-being-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-4898689350992552262</id><published>2011-11-07T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T02:03:55.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5Wic1lFNoU/TrbLExp2e8I/AAAAAAAAANs/76DjTmaCtXs/s1600/IMG028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5Wic1lFNoU/TrbLExp2e8I/AAAAAAAAANs/76DjTmaCtXs/s400/IMG028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671944063628508098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This year Hari Raya Haji was special since there's Little Princess. For the past 3years, i've been working during Raya Haji as i don't think it was such and important occasion compared to Raya Puasa. But now, with Little Princess around, every occasion is important. With the fact that only on this special day too that i get too go out and spent time with my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-4898689350992552262?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/4898689350992552262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=4898689350992552262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4898689350992552262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4898689350992552262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-year-hari-raya-haji-was-special.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5Wic1lFNoU/TrbLExp2e8I/AAAAAAAAANs/76DjTmaCtXs/s72-c/IMG028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6508335616951120570</id><published>2011-11-05T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T21:26:09.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to wake up next to you, eat breakfast with you, get change with you, play computer games with you, watching movies with you in bed, hold your hand and watch tv, send you cute texts, buy you gives, nap together, wear your comfy hoody when i'm cold, look into your eyes, be with you at sunrise ans sunset, cook for you, walk in the rain with you, fall asleep whilst on the phone to you, snuggle in bed, mess up your hair, kiss you goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6508335616951120570?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6508335616951120570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6508335616951120570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6508335616951120570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6508335616951120570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-want-to-wake-up-next-to-you-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-1778408774366195335</id><published>2011-11-04T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:40:30.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-1778408774366195335?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/1778408774366195335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=1778408774366195335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1778408774366195335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1778408774366195335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-why-do-i-talk-about-benefits-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5460771856965420309</id><published>2011-11-04T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:05:39.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Love isn’t perfect. It isn’t a fairytale or a storybook and it doesn’t always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute, and every second was worth it because you did it together. When you truly care for someone, you don’t look for faults. You don’t look for answers. You don’t look for mistakes. Instead, you fight the mistakes. You accept the faults and you overlook excuses. The measure of love is when you love without measure. There are rare chances that you’ll meet the person you love and who loves you in return. So once you have it, don’t let it go. The chance may never come your way again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5460771856965420309?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5460771856965420309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5460771856965420309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5460771856965420309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5460771856965420309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-isnt-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-4786414737501459985</id><published>2011-11-03T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:10:59.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Home has been a mess these past few days. If i was to follow my attitudes back during my secondary school life, i would have already walk out that door and runaway from home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But now, having Little Princess around, i know i have to take things more positively and think before i act. Cause i know, i have to put babygirl first before me. She is the most important thing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Argh.. can i just enjoy and fcuking not go home for a night and escape from home which currently feel like hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On top of that, i wonder why isit soo hard to actually feel love from someone?.  Being adopted, i never really felt love from my parents. They way they show their love is through money and material things. But i don't need that all. I just want to be like other family whereby they go out together and have a family day and such and spent time among their family members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Even right now to feel true love form a guy aint easy. Guys seems to come and go nowadays. One minute they will fucking sweet talk you. And another minute they will just hack care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yes, i can have lots of guys saying you fcuking love and miss me. But i'm aint that stupid sweettalker motherfcukers. You think i'm born yesterday issit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've been through different kind of relationships so i can know wether your feelings for me are true or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You should all fcuking know tht i've a daughter and i whenevr i get into a r/s right now, i'll of course think whats best for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And i'm not that stupid to let you take advantage of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ P.S: I need to figure out how to put a password to this blog. and, i fcuking need to improve on my english. Thankyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-4786414737501459985?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/4786414737501459985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=4786414737501459985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4786414737501459985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4786414737501459985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-has-been-mess-these-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5627762722600890167</id><published>2011-10-31T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:51:49.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes you just gotta be your own hero to save your little heart. Beacause sometimes, the people you can't imagine living without, can actually live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5627762722600890167?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5627762722600890167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5627762722600890167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5627762722600890167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5627762722600890167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-you-just-gotta-be-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-4347545657948429516</id><published>2011-10-31T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:49:26.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The only two places i feel absolutely safe are either in a bed with fresh, white sheets and pillows surrounding my head or in water. Like on the bottom of a swimming pool. Alone. Weightless. Peaceful. Nobody talking. Nobody pretending. Just being. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Those are the only two places. Everywhere else i get smacked in the face with arrogance, ignorance, shallowness. They knock me down and leave me bleeding on the floor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-4347545657948429516?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/4347545657948429516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=4347545657948429516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4347545657948429516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4347545657948429516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/only-two-places-i-feel-absolutely-safe.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2300411562275674690</id><published>2011-10-31T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:59:33.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sorry but i nearly became crazy when you left me. Even now, despite wht had happen, i do still have feelings for you. But after what ive gone through, i dont think i can forgive you. I dont think i can accept you back. Since you yourslef said our two yrs of relationship doesnt mean anything to you when you wanted a breakup ass. Ive learn to move on. I dont need you to ruin it for me again. &lt;div&gt;All i ever wanted was an educated guy with a good heart. But why issit so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2300411562275674690?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2300411562275674690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2300411562275674690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2300411562275674690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2300411562275674690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-sorry-but-i-nearly-became-crazy-when.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7029943239373699273</id><published>2011-10-31T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:34:36.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;The littlest things can ruin my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-left: 15px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(220, 220, 220); "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Whether it’s a text, words said by someone or just a simple view of something. The littlest things can alter my mood, so depending on the different things that happen during my day and the different people I encounter, my mood can change from happy to sad, sad to mad, mad to happy or any other emotions I might have within seconds. Sometimes I think if I cared a little less, my days would go by easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7029943239373699273?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7029943239373699273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7029943239373699273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7029943239373699273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7029943239373699273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/littlest-things-can-ruin-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8922805642406795611</id><published>2011-10-25T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:43:18.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will be with u no matter what,maybe i wont be physically there but i will be with u in ur heart.i promise we will go through all obstacles together and if u fell down while trying to get through the obstacle i will be there to pick u up and get u back on ur feet,cause thats what i am for,to be with u all the way:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8922805642406795611?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8922805642406795611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8922805642406795611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8922805642406795611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8922805642406795611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-be-with-u-no-matter-whatmaybe-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-899917876869830043</id><published>2011-10-24T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:19:02.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness. The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-899917876869830043?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/899917876869830043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=899917876869830043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/899917876869830043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/899917876869830043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/but-love-is-always-new.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6815772793509156982</id><published>2011-10-22T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:08:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin - everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone - and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6815772793509156982?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6815772793509156982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6815772793509156982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6815772793509156982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6815772793509156982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wonder-which-is-preferable-to-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6436693586532473184</id><published>2011-10-22T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:07:53.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6436693586532473184?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6436693586532473184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6436693586532473184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6436693586532473184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6436693586532473184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/every-day-think-as-you-wake-up-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7126557710803326550</id><published>2011-10-19T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:52:46.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7126557710803326550?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7126557710803326550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7126557710803326550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7126557710803326550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7126557710803326550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/moment-you-have-in-your-heart-this.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6946212683869718782</id><published>2011-10-19T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:52:14.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about. If you could hear other people’s thoughts, you’d overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And you wouldn’t know one from the other. It’d drive you insane. What’s true? What’s not? A million ideas, but what do they mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6946212683869718782?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6946212683869718782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6946212683869718782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6946212683869718782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6946212683869718782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-we-have-thoughts-that-even-we.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5321988404237419283</id><published>2011-10-19T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:49:39.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There is a time to be in love and there is a time to move beyond it. There is a time to be related and enjoy the relationship, and there is a time to be alone. And everything is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5321988404237419283?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5321988404237419283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5321988404237419283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5321988404237419283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5321988404237419283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-is-time-to-be-in-love-and-there.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-3234940334466287950</id><published>2011-10-19T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:47:45.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; "&gt;The most important things are the hardest to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe it’s because we don’t want to hear the outcome. Maybe we’re scared of receiving a bad response. Or simply because we don’t know how to say it. Where to begin, and how it’ll end.&lt;br /&gt;Some things will always remain unsaid. Maybe it’s for the better, or maybe not. But we shall never know… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-3234940334466287950?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/3234940334466287950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=3234940334466287950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3234940334466287950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3234940334466287950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-important-things-are-hardest-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2163398759631842748</id><published>2011-10-19T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:56:36.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;No One's Perfect Until You Love Them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before you’d see all their flaws, imperfections.&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt; But once you love them, you love everything about them. Their smile, their voice, their laugh. &lt;/em&gt;You see their flaws as what makes them the person they are, and you learn to accept it, and possibly even love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2163398759631842748?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2163398759631842748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2163398759631842748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2163398759631842748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2163398759631842748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-ones-perfect-until-you-love-them.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-113728706236037384</id><published>2011-10-19T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:45:17.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-113728706236037384?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/113728706236037384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=113728706236037384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/113728706236037384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/113728706236037384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-want-to-tear-myself-from-this-place.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-1574301499888147810</id><published>2011-10-17T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:23:18.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will never understand why I ended up this way or what the reason was for. I'll never understand why this world is so fucked up and barely anyone cares. I'll never understand how people can say they love someone then leave them for someone else. I'll never understand a lot of things, like why people lie, cheat and steal. Why they are rude, mean, bithcy, horrible and inconsiderate. I'll never understand how pain never goes away. I'll never understand love or hate. I'll never understanf life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-1574301499888147810?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/1574301499888147810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=1574301499888147810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1574301499888147810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1574301499888147810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-never-understand-why-i-ended-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7363033542868260278</id><published>2011-10-16T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:11:42.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe it's not always tryng to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting and creating somthing better.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i care about making other people happy than making myself happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7363033542868260278?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7363033542868260278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7363033542868260278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7363033542868260278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7363033542868260278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/maybe-its-not-always-tryng-to-fix.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6650079334946778696</id><published>2011-10-13T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:22:00.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today, i ate rice twice. And i can see myself getting fatter. I also didnt put on any make up to work for the past two days. I feel so insecure. Im always so jealous of all those other girls out there who have natural beauty with the fact that they are super thin. How i wish i could be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today boyf sent me home. I don't really know why but i feel as if im troubling him everytime he wanted to sent or fetch. It just feels like i'm a burden to him as i always trouble him. It's just that i love him and i don't want to trouble him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And, im left with 20 more days before im officially legal. But that doesnt matter much to me. In the past i would always ask my parents for material things and money was all that i knew. But this year is going to be diffrent with little princess around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;All i wish for this year is for people to stop judging little princess. She is just an innocent child whose been brought to this world because of my stupid act. I just want her to grow up hapy and healthy. I don't mind if people was to judge me. But just not my little princess.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And, i think it's time i start to get closer to Allah. It's time i learn and get to know more about my own religion. It's time for me to really grow up. And i'm doing this not only for little princess, but for myself too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6650079334946778696?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6650079334946778696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6650079334946778696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6650079334946778696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6650079334946778696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-ate-rice-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8287971113125996031</id><published>2011-10-13T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:11:17.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Recently, i've found myself going to bed much earlier than i used to. Maybe it's due to work which is killing me right now. Maybe i'm just not used to working shift hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this few days, i've been having nightmares and flashbacks. And i'll wake up crying myself out. I dont know why its happening to me. It really hurts and im scared. I dont know what todo. I hope i can have a good night rest and sleep today without the flashback come to haunt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8287971113125996031?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8287971113125996031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8287971113125996031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8287971113125996031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8287971113125996031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/recently-ive-found-myself-going-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-1744641201813212057</id><published>2011-10-13T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:43:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" It's Okay "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have the tendency to always say this when someone apologizes to me. Even when it's not okay, i still say it. Why? Because i don't want to push the situation further and further. I dont want to make it worst than it has to be. But you know what? It's not okay. What you did, it's not okay and i'm not going to pretend that it is anymore. I know that sometimes it's best to forgive and firget, but sometimes maybe it's best to just forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-1744641201813212057?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/1744641201813212057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=1744641201813212057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1744641201813212057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1744641201813212057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-okay-i-have-tendecy-to-always-say.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8648576611373416236</id><published>2011-10-06T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:20:23.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just got accepted to work at Ibis Singapore at Bencoolen. It's my second career that's  related to the Tourism and Hospitality industry. Previously i was working at Sentosa as a Guest Relation Officer. And now, i'm gg to work as a Guest Service Executive at Ibis Hotel. Im slowy trying to gain new experience in the sector that i like.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to cntinue my Nitec Tourism at ITE, but at least i still get to work in the Tourism industry. At least education can be continue in the future no matter what my age is. ~ No matter how old you are, learning never stops. You'll always learn something new until the day you die.&lt;br /&gt;So right now, i've decided to work and save up money first and continue my education later in the near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8648576611373416236?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8648576611373416236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8648576611373416236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8648576611373416236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8648576611373416236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-just-got-accepted-to-work-at-ibis.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5352724088457952220</id><published>2011-10-05T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:45:15.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You can say whatever you want. But my daughter is my life, my light, my inspiratuon and my motivation. Its not that i want it to happen in the first place. I was force to and beaten up to do it. I never wanted it. But, i never regret having her born. And i'm never going to give her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I rather she knows her fathers dead then knowing how useless her father is. I rather be a single mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You people can look down and judge me in whatever way you like. But remember, i the one that is sinful, not my daughter. Its my fcking fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Its my life anyway, my decision. So please mind your own fcuking business people since you dont know the real story and the hell that i've to go through right now. Cause i dont think my situation really troubles you right? Fcuk you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5352724088457952220?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5352724088457952220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5352724088457952220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5352724088457952220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5352724088457952220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-can-say-whatever-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7055174562971106132</id><published>2011-10-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:50:47.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes I just want to have some fun. I want to forget everything that makes me sad. I want someone to come over and just get me away from here. Bring me to somewhere nice like the beach, or a band concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s drink ‘till we pass out. Let’s scream on the top of our lungs, let’s sing along with the band, raise our hands in the air and jump! Let’s not care about what anybody thinks. I just wanna have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7055174562971106132?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7055174562971106132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7055174562971106132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7055174562971106132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7055174562971106132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-i-just-want-to-have-some-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5002825616947379552</id><published>2011-09-30T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:54:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm not a perfect lover. I say what's on my mind. I start fights. I get jealous and sometimes i don't want ti understand things to avoid pain. I am demanding, i am childish. I am moody. But there are three things about me. I am faithful, sweet and when i choose him, it's only him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5002825616947379552?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5002825616947379552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5002825616947379552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5002825616947379552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5002825616947379552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-perfect-lover.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2086963710539424759</id><published>2011-09-29T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:17:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Everyone thinks I am so strong &amp;amp; so optimistic. Truth is, I am just as weak and terrified as them. I just know how to hide it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2086963710539424759?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2086963710539424759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2086963710539424759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2086963710539424759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2086963710539424759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/everyone-thinks-i-am-so-strong-so.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6724614781106850710</id><published>2011-09-29T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:14:31.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;It’s late nights like this that are the worst. You stay up all night and can’t get yourself to fall asleep, so all you do is think. Think about everything. Everything that you have been through in your life. And as always, it’s mostly the bad things that stand out the most. You reminisce the good times you’ve had with people that no longer exist in your life. You think about how much happier you used to be and how everything was better before. It’s nights like this when you realize just how lonely you are, and how you wish that things would be alright for once.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6724614781106850710?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6724614781106850710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6724614781106850710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6724614781106850710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6724614781106850710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-late-nights-like-this-that-are.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-3996739244870727081</id><published>2011-09-28T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:18:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love to eat because food is comfy, it does sound weird that you can feel that way about food. I do not care about my weight till i see my favorite celebs having flat tummies and abs. I still love food but can i don’t gain weight?&lt;br /&gt;I want long hair but i get bored with it so fast that i want my short hair again. You can guess very well that when i have short hair, i would want my long hair again. Society always say you are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Let me rephrase to my liking. Society will think you are beautiful when you, yourself think you are. Confidence is a necessity in life to be deemed beautiful. I care too much about how i look, how much i weigh and even how i dress to remember that i am only 18.&lt;br /&gt;18 is still young and i am suppose to enjoy the fact that i am alive and perfectly fit to enjoy the wonders in life. Yes, you can guess it again. My life is a nightmare. I am very insecure because i started wearing make up and dressing up at 13.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your looks may change as you get older and that i so have to agree. I do not look the same like how i did back in my secondary school days. In fact, i look better now, when i come to think of it. Well, my point here is just that i am ranting about my life. With the fact that this is my blog and i have the rights to say what i just feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-3996739244870727081?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/3996739244870727081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=3996739244870727081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3996739244870727081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3996739244870727081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-to-eat-because-food-is-comfy-it.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-1631842821056834939</id><published>2011-09-28T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:19:07.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Love is passion, obsession, something you cant live without. Fall head over heels, find someone who you can love like crazy that will love you the same way back. How do you find them? Well, forget your head and listen to your heart…the truth is, there is no sense living your life without this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-1631842821056834939?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/1631842821056834939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=1631842821056834939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1631842821056834939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1631842821056834939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-is-passion-obsession-something-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5910336846393852448</id><published>2011-09-28T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:03:33.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here’s how I feel: People take one another for granted. Like, I’d just hang out with Ingrid in all these random places—in her room or at school or just on a sidewalk somewhere. And the whole time we’d tell eachother things, just say our thoughts outloud. Maybe that would have been boring to some people, but it was never boring to us. I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head. You just think that things will stay the way they are. You never look up, in a moment that feels like every other moment of your life, and think, “Soon this will be over.” But I understand more now. About how life works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5910336846393852448?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5910336846393852448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5910336846393852448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5910336846393852448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5910336846393852448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/heres-how-i-feel-people-take-one.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5776435206309555198</id><published>2011-09-23T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:02:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5776435206309555198?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5776435206309555198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5776435206309555198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5776435206309555198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5776435206309555198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/does-it-break-my-heart-of-course-every.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-3619197507018737535</id><published>2011-09-23T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:02:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness. The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.”&lt;br /&gt;— Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-3619197507018737535?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/3619197507018737535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=3619197507018737535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3619197507018737535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3619197507018737535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/but-love-is-always-new.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8100111482015794445</id><published>2011-09-04T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:07:43.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="text-align: left; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Douglas Coupland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8100111482015794445?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8100111482015794445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8100111482015794445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8100111482015794445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8100111482015794445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-then-i-felt-sad-because-i-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7691886778118361623</id><published>2011-09-03T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:11:19.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live…..the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and Hope.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 14px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;—&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Alexandre Dumas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7691886778118361623?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7691886778118361623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7691886778118361623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7691886778118361623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7691886778118361623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-is-neither-happiness-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-4977616430700307269</id><published>2011-09-01T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:01:10.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m the girl who tries to be nice to everyone then gets taken advantage of. I’m the girl who tries to look pretty and it’s never good enough. I’m the girl who acts like she’s happy then goes home and wishes to be gone. I’m the girl who takes harsh words, act like they’re nothing, then goes home and cries. I’m the girl who tries to get her point across and could never find the right words. I’m the girl who has more depth to her than everyone thinks. I’m the girl who hides from the harsh eyes. I’m the girl who wouldn’t care if you gave me a shitty gift as long as you thought of me. I’m the girl who prays that someone will finally understand. I’m the girl who gets happy over the little things. I’m the girl that people misinterpret.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-4977616430700307269?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/4977616430700307269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=4977616430700307269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4977616430700307269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4977616430700307269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-girl-who-tries-to-be-nice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7434241154936067086</id><published>2011-08-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:24:16.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about. If you could hear other people’s thoughts, you’d overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And you wouldn’t know one from the other. It’d drive you insane. What’s true? What’s not? A million ideas, but what do they mean?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7434241154936067086?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7434241154936067086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7434241154936067086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7434241154936067086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7434241154936067086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-we-have-thoughts-that-even-we.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-4418232894903179297</id><published>2011-08-31T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:15:30.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;Love does not cost anything. Kind words and deeds do not cost anything. The real beauty of the world is equal for everyone to see. It was given by God equally to all, without restrictions. Everyone, was given a beautiful vehicle in which to express love to others. Feelings are free to express and give to ourselves and each other through our willingness to give and care. What is complicated about this… Why have we made others feel they have to climb mountains and swim oceans in order to make a difference. All we need to understand my friends, is that human life was given equally to us all, not partially but in totality. The sun was given to all. It does not shine on the few. So, just has nature is indifferent to our station or situation, we need to know that we are all equal. We need to focus on the things that are constant and not place our values on things that can be blown away with the next, great, wind. Value life in what ever house it dwells. For when it comes time that we are all stripped to bare bones before the divine and facing eternity, we will understand that the only law we were meant to follow, was to love ourselves and each other. Nothing more…nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="text-align: left;font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Carla Jo Masterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-4418232894903179297?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/4418232894903179297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=4418232894903179297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4418232894903179297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/4418232894903179297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-does-not-cost-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6209985881624797387</id><published>2011-08-31T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:14:29.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="text-align: right;color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 14px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Chuck Klosterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6209985881624797387?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6209985881624797387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6209985881624797387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6209985881624797387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6209985881624797387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-is-always-one-person-you-love-who.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8860289133247208580</id><published>2011-08-31T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:25:49.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkXJiqAtOtE/Tl4nnkHABYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/523LRwSo_bo/s1600/IMG056.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkXJiqAtOtE/Tl4nnkHABYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/523LRwSo_bo/s400/IMG056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646994543430600066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;First Day of Raya((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8860289133247208580?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8860289133247208580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8860289133247208580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8860289133247208580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8860289133247208580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkXJiqAtOtE/Tl4nnkHABYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/523LRwSo_bo/s72-c/IMG056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-5526112293092962016</id><published>2011-08-29T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:26:16.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I’ve learned a lot this year.. I learned that things don’t always turn out the way you planned, or the way you think they should. And I’ve learned that there are things that go wrong that don’t always get fixed or get put back together the way they were before. I’ve learned that some broken things stay broken, and I’ve learned that you can get through bad times and keep looking for better ones, as long as you have people who love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-5526112293092962016?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/5526112293092962016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=5526112293092962016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5526112293092962016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/5526112293092962016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-learned-lot-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-6548645401682431575</id><published>2011-08-28T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:33:41.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Because of past experiences, I now find it hard to trust people. If you want me to trust in you, you’re gonna have to prove to me that you’re worth it. Prove to me that you’re not the same as the others. Prove to me that you’ll actually stay. If I’m investing my trust in you, I’m giving you the power to break my heart; yet at the same time, trusting you not to. I hope you’d prove me wrong and show me that you genuinely care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-6548645401682431575?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/6548645401682431575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=6548645401682431575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6548645401682431575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/6548645401682431575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/because-of-past-experiences-i-now-find.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-2708439638715669839</id><published>2011-08-28T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:28:11.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Went to Geylang with parents today to buy curtains. Bought a purple curtain for the living room and a brown curtain for all the other three bedrooms.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;We then went to buy my raya shoes and bag today at Metro. and also not forgetting re-toping my make up for raya. As per normal, i bought L'oreal. Wanted to buy RedEarth buy i thnk i'd prefer L'oreal more compared to the other more expensive brands even if i can afford it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-2708439638715669839?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/2708439638715669839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=2708439638715669839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2708439638715669839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/2708439638715669839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/went-to-geylang-with-parents-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-3115576019431468001</id><published>2011-08-27T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:52:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Went to meet Little princess today. Damn, she has grown alot in a week with the fact that shes going to a months old in a few days time. I really miss her much and getting to see her today was one of the most happiest moment especially with my busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Geylang after that with boyfriend Zainuddin to collect my raya clothes which was sent for alteration and also went to buy bofy raya clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Raya is just a few days away and im so not looking for it. Im just not in the mood for raya this year with lots of stuff going on. But for Princess sake, im willing to do anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, im pissed off with Sweetheart Syukri today. I was waiting the whole day for his msg and finally i decided to msg him. And atlast, im the one being blame for not msging him. Grrr, why must it be my fault and always me be the one to msg him first? WTH. I dunnu what to think off abt our relationship anymore. I dunnu if its really working out. But one thing for sure, i do love him. Such a pain in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-3115576019431468001?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/3115576019431468001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=3115576019431468001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3115576019431468001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3115576019431468001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/went-to-meet-little-princess-today.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-7691467896882288691</id><published>2011-08-26T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:06:17.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today, i was late for school. I woke up at 9am instead of 6am, when i am actually suppose to reach school at 8am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With the fact that i have DTG retest at 10am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I tried to call a cab but the line were busy. Damn fucked up and stress up i tell you. Decided to take the cab at Wdls mrt station. But instead the situation just got worst. The que for the cab was super long and only one taxi came evry 5 to 10mins. I panicked even more when the time was already 10.10am and im still waiting for a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But then, a guy frm the same school was right infront of the que and was soo kind enough to actually let me share a cab with him. I resist at first but since he was from the school of business also and i was desperate to reach school asap, i decided to share a cab with him cause i dont think i cant wait any longer with the stupid long que.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After we had a few conversation, i got to know, he's Rahmat's cousin =.=  wth. At least i knw we had a connection and was not a totally complete stranger. hahas. Damn, i soo owe him one. Especially with the fact he paid for the cab fees. Thanx bro where ever you are. Buat susah je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-7691467896882288691?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/7691467896882288691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=7691467896882288691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7691467896882288691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/7691467896882288691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-i-was-late-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8121708507964159947</id><published>2011-08-25T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:29:10.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sweetheart Syukri fetch me from school today. I have to admit i do miss him lots and i was so happy that i got to meet him today. But the fact that he's fetching me from school means he  actually saw me in my school uniform. hah! Paisey or what. Since i look soo 'kental' . hahas. And he actually laugh at me. wth. damn , i really demand ite to give a better school unifrom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Went to wdls bazaar and then bck home whereby before that he accompany me go shop. aww, so swiit, sorry for troubling you aite syg. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8121708507964159947?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8121708507964159947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8121708507964159947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8121708507964159947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8121708507964159947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweetheart-syukri-fetch-me-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-3488548255982801633</id><published>2011-08-20T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:14:40.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;Our lives are not as limited as we think they are; the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; no institution can be trusted, but love does work; all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 14px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;—&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tom Robbins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-3488548255982801633?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/3488548255982801633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=3488548255982801633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3488548255982801633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/3488548255982801633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-lives-are-not-as-limited-as-we.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8737783317039692134</id><published>2011-08-09T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:22:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTheCkfGTmU/TkIopT9XB2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yRnzqKV6tu8/s1600/008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTheCkfGTmU/TkIopT9XB2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yRnzqKV6tu8/s400/008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639114373618665314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Babygirl is 1week old today. She's the best gift that God had given me. I've never been this happy since she came into my life. There might still be lots of challenges and obstacle thats comming, but im sure im gonna go through it strongly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Life has never been easy, and it never will. But everything always happen for a reason. And i hope to have a great future with my little princess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8737783317039692134?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8737783317039692134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8737783317039692134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8737783317039692134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8737783317039692134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/babygirl-is-1week-old-today.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTheCkfGTmU/TkIopT9XB2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yRnzqKV6tu8/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-1302946414154496367</id><published>2011-08-06T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:22:30.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;— Arundhati Roy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-1302946414154496367?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/1302946414154496367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=1302946414154496367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1302946414154496367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/1302946414154496367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8912709497754403537</id><published>2011-08-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T22:55:46.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Life is painful and messed up. It gets complicated at the worst of times, and sometimes you have no idea where to go or what to do. Lots of times people just let themselves get lost, dropping into a wide open, huge abyss. But that’s why we have to keep trying. We have to push through all that hurts us, work past all our memories that are haunting us. Sometimes the things that hurt us are the things that make us strongest. A life without experience, in my opinion, is no life at all. And that’s why I tell everyone that, even when it hurts, never stop yourself from living."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8912709497754403537?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8912709497754403537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8912709497754403537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8912709497754403537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8912709497754403537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-painful-and-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968045203975546440.post-8124540481096200747</id><published>2011-08-05T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T22:43:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYOVl5ZNJso/TjwBkNQrTSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xMP3KT-l1rI/s1600/oo3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYOVl5ZNJso/TjwBkNQrTSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xMP3KT-l1rI/s400/oo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637382555107544354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Puteri Nur Zerina.. The name which i decided to give to my newborn babygirl. Today she's 3 days old. Ever since she was born, she was my inspiration, my light, my life. She's the only thing that keeps me going in life. Making me more mature and understanding life day by day. Yes, i know it's not going to be and easy journey, but with her being with me, i'll always try to find the strength to keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;People can say what they want about the things that has happened and the things that's happening right now, but i'm gonna make sure that i'll stay strong and not let others people's thoughts and saying bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Babygirl, i'll ensure you that i'll always protect you and noting can break us apart. I Love You, my sweet little princess, my sunshine, my light((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968045203975546440-8124540481096200747?l=stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/feeds/8124540481096200747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968045203975546440&amp;postID=8124540481096200747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8124540481096200747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968045203975546440/posts/default/8124540481096200747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stylisticallyhers.blogspot.com/2011/08/puteri-nur-zerina.html' title=''/><author><name>NANA JERICHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412941313565446865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiLDIFjZ1pE/TphHgdUgENI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pQ1VWqiX5oU/s220/nana001.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYOVl5ZNJso/TjwBkNQrTSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xMP3KT-l1rI/s72-c/oo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
