<?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-5785955440474305150</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:36:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Life. . . The Aftermath. . .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-2948515541202812829</id><published>2009-03-10T02:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:42:36.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;SORRY &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; ppl of d world fer d extremely late update!! &lt;em&gt;Kwang3.... &lt;/em&gt;Been pretty much bz lately... Actually, not dat bz... Actually, both uh... &lt;em&gt;Haiz... Ape yg ku mepek nie?? &lt;/em&gt;K BYE! &lt;em&gt;Ehem! &lt;/em&gt;To be honest, dere were so much happenings while diz dusty comp been left untouched. Occassions, outings, etc. &lt;em&gt;Hehz. &lt;/em&gt;I mean seriously! Realie had loads of fun. And i hv trouble deciding which ta share. Anyways, i'll be tokin bout WANDYA's 2ND ANNIversary. &lt;em&gt;Woohoo!!&lt;/em&gt; Achievement &lt;em&gt;or wat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Actually, we both got tired of wishing wat peepz call, "MONTHsary".. WTH iz dat?!! Itz nt even in da dictionary!! &lt;em&gt;Mwahahaha!!! &lt;/em&gt;We ain't bein &lt;em&gt;action, &lt;/em&gt;but da way we see it as not bein optimistic. C'mon people!! Count da yrs, NOT da mth!!! Well, we admit derez no harm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;la.. Tak salah pe kalo nak feeling2. Asalkn korg bahgia disamping keluarga..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Without further &lt;em&gt;celoteh&lt;/em&gt;, below are some pics fer u guys ta ponder. Feeling oh-so-tired ta even type da next word. &lt;em&gt;Kwang3!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287106274922946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SbV7e5WhEcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4P3n_9MT6Ao/s320/P1010724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ma first cable car ride. Da feeling? Only god knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311281873412386434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SbV2uTa3boI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HZ4ayZaLlo0/s320/P1010731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Got her a "COMPLIMENTARY" Stitch at PS. Ouh YA! Boo claimed dat Stitch is me. Juz bcos dat creature has chest hair which i dun wanna explain any further.. &lt;em&gt;Hehz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311286065020147650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SbV6iSYCF8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/9Pad4YXoBZA/s320/P1010735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And of course, ADIDAS PREDATOR soccer boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;From SENTOSA "FIELD TRIP" ta Cable Car ride ta late night movie at PS. But none of those can get me feel enough of her. Im too attached ta her. It doesn't matter whether i hv a mountain of gold. Coz wat really matters da most iz HER, NADYA. Wat a day ta rmbr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wawan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-2948515541202812829?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/2948515541202812829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=2948515541202812829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/2948515541202812829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/2948515541202812829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SbV7e5WhEcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4P3n_9MT6Ao/s72-c/P1010724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-1247406427867419208</id><published>2009-01-08T14:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:00:03.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Had a realie great time juz two dayz b4 school reopens on monday. Spend oh-so-valuable time with ma dearest Nadya at Batam. Ok, i noe dat Qns have bn lingering in yer mind. Askin,"&lt;em&gt;Why of all places, to batam?" &lt;/em&gt;Well, actually the main motif is to shop a lil bit here &amp;amp; dere with her cousin, dina, as our tour guide. But in d end, our actions contradict evritink we had in mind. Kwang3. We shopped till drop. From da tyme we arrived at 12pm till 11pm. 11hrs or wat?? hehz... Below are some shots we took.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288827279283165714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SWWwY5wRmhI/AAAAAAAAADM/wvSz_kzzDZg/s320/P1010682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288827636512615698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SWWwtsiabRI/AAAAAAAAADU/KG9HwOmVJXQ/s320/P1010681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288828045048840594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SWWxFedCgZI/AAAAAAAAADc/kYTzOr43A7s/s320/P1010686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288828351433556930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SWWxXT02Q8I/AAAAAAAAADk/Y2pFbTYvq9k/s320/P1010689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288828700576262130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SWWxroe9J_I/AAAAAAAAADs/qK7PI9j8vi4/s320/P1010692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We both spend da nyte at dina's plc and went home da next morning. I realie hv ta say dat d entire tour in batam iz a BLAST!! D items r realie2 cheap. . Damn cheap! But in d end, nutink feels sweeter than having ma girl by ma side all along. Dat was our 1st tyme travellin as a couple. And of course, our first time travellin together la. Ok, i'm smilin to maself. . hehz. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, juz less than 24 hrs to ma big 20!! Wonder who'll be wishin me 1st wen da clock strikes midnite... hmm... Have ta get prepared fer msg flood. lol. Till den...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ma laz teen is endin soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5785955440474305150-1247406427867419208?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/1247406427867419208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=1247406427867419208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/1247406427867419208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/1247406427867419208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast.html' title='BLAST'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SWWwY5wRmhI/AAAAAAAAADM/wvSz_kzzDZg/s72-c/P1010682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-2744000313549699511</id><published>2008-12-29T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:59:12.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 REASONS WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some peepz must be wonderin why da hell am i too attached to her. Here are the reasons why. The rest of it, hmmm... I cnt realie explain. You'll realise when yer in diz situation of mine. Letz c if u cn explain it ta me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. She's a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Da best part of ma life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. She's so fine- da way she talks, da way she moves her evri muscle, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. She isnt pretty but Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. God sends angel to bring us together. God iz Great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Evriwhr i go &amp;amp; at evri tick of da clock, she's oweas up here in ma mind. And now, im missin her badly &amp;amp; cnt go ta slp. Juz take a closer look at da time i posted diz entry. 2 dayz in a row w/o mitin each otha and diz iz d aftermath. Hehz. Im so crazy in love. Realie2 hope ta getta mit her leta in da day. Damn! Im gonna hug her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Juz laz words b4 i sign off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Love is the magician, the enchanter that changes worthless things to joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-2744000313549699511?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/2744000313549699511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=2744000313549699511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/2744000313549699511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/2744000313549699511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-reasons-why.html' title='5 REASONS WHY'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-5804000253204766698</id><published>2008-12-26T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T04:45:41.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE DEPICTS A THOUSAND WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not an issue. Juz a confession.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Picture iz sumtink dat one look upon, ponder &amp;amp; have lotsa comments. However, some people dun express their tots verbally but their facial expression tells it all. Diz iz due ta some reasons. Itz either dey feel like it OR dey are forced to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;In ma situation, im indirectly forced to do so. Juz bcoz of da comments dat i give, i receive threats. Woah!! Scared huh? Well, i got no 1 ta confess to, actuali. So here's d onli place i cn turn to, diz tyme round. Fellaz, a pic showin yer gal standin closely next ta a guy whom u dun realie noe frm which planet dey r frm,-I mentioned da word, "DEY", coz itz not 1, not 2 but several pics.-diz includes da recent agenda at ZoukOut, wat would y'all feel? Happy? Certainly not. Juz keep quiet? Hmm... A dumbass would do dat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So, what happens when she threatens ya? Ok, fer dose who doesn't noe watta do, i got a suggestion-A man gotta do wat a man gotta do. See, whatever ladies can do, fellaz can do it too. Objection, anyone? I suggest dat one fine day, letz put our shades on &amp;amp; hit da dancefloor. Grab a chick, snapshots &amp;amp; upload dose shots on d internet. Den, sit back, relax &amp;amp; observe da respond. Lets c if dey cn keep themselves quiet. hmmm.... &lt;em&gt;(I realie think diz idea isn't dat bad aft all. Mwahahaha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S: Da suggestion above isnt fer da faint-hearted. Yer discretion iz advised. Kwang3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aniwae, Happy 22nd mth fer da both of us(includin da 6 mths break-up). Had loads of fun spendin our time togetha at Vivo, Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, Sentosa and Tampines. hah! Realie had a great time witcha with all da running at Pahlawan Beach, feastin &amp;amp; drinkin. Hehz. To all readers, Nadya iz da best thing dat has eva come into ma life. PERIOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yer none otha then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Syazwan aka Wawan aka Wan aka Wak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;K bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-5804000253204766698?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/5804000253204766698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=5804000253204766698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/5804000253204766698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/5804000253204766698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-depicts-thousand-words.html' title='PICTURE DEPICTS A THOUSAND WORDS'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-3818776635169930410</id><published>2008-12-18T01:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T03:39:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS "CONFUSE" DA RYTE WORD? AND PLS STOP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So things are beginning ta turn haywire a lil bit between me n her. Hmm.. What a start huh? So here it goes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I say &lt;em&gt;"NO!"&lt;/em&gt; while she says &lt;em&gt;"YES!"&lt;/em&gt;. And evritime i say &lt;em&gt;"YES!"&lt;/em&gt; she'll prolly say &lt;em&gt;"NO!"&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, ta make it short, we oweas hv COUNTER-ARGUMENTS. I dunno why iz diz happening ta us but i got a feeling dat all those will soon end. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;See, i've got absolute faith in diz r'ship and havin diz faith tingy makes me weak. And when i'm weak, ma mind starts ta go wild. Thinkin, &lt;em&gt;"Where she go? Where she at? Dun tell me she isnt serious."&lt;/em&gt; But wait a minute, when someone has dat sorta tot, cn he/she have faith?? Okaaaayyyy... So confuse iz realie da ryte word ta explain ma situation. Why da hell iz diz happening ta me??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All these veri wild tots iz wat most people call paranoid. A jackass will call it hallucination. DAMN! I have ta stop b4 itz realie too late. I dun wanna end diz r'ship tragically again &amp;amp; again. Mayne, i love her. I realie do. She told me she's willing ta sacrifice otha fellaz and contacts fer me. And hvin diz situation dat im facing, it realie iz a bad way ta react ta dat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Babe, im gonna repay ya fer all yer deeds ta da best of ma ability. Ya noe diz isnt da best i cn do. Gonna prove it ta ya by showin ya dat im fer real. Keep diz in mind, babe. Coz diz iz ma promiz to ya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280843618596796802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SUlTSsDZuYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DZy_t5SP4f8/s320/P1010510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadya's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wawan&lt;/em&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/5785955440474305150-3818776635169930410?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/3818776635169930410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=3818776635169930410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3818776635169930410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3818776635169930410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-confuse-da-ryte-word-and-stop-bein.html' title='IS &quot;CONFUSE&quot; DA RYTE WORD? AND PLS STOP!!'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SUlTSsDZuYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DZy_t5SP4f8/s72-c/P1010510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-8779268978335278088</id><published>2008-12-06T04:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:23:41.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE DEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorie. Shouldnt have tried making ya change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Should accept ya fer da way ya are. Not ta make ya ta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;somethin yer not. Even if it hurts so bad, i have ta endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Datz d onli way ta kip diz rship goin- which iz ta swallow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and hope things will turn out da way i want things ta be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Juz one more thing. I wont eva gonna be da one givin up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;diz rship even if im in da wrong. Coz i've oweas kip ta diz oath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And running away from mistakes is juz gonna make things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps, it isnt man enough. So each &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;time when ya feel like givin up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oweas remember dat im da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;guy who has sincerely been luvin ya from da start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ma apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Syazwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-8779268978335278088?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/8779268978335278088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=8779268978335278088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/8779268978335278088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/8779268978335278088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/12/fine-den.html' title='FINE DEN'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-7279967047503385472</id><published>2008-12-06T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:34:08.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DE-CORNROWS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Itchy, uneasy &amp;amp; stressy (Iz dere sucha word??)!! So i really gotta get 'em outta ma head!! Here's d aftermath....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276374876610112002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STly_q4kKgI/AAAAAAAAACs/LVUL415OylU/s320/P1010596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Missin her badly. . Hope ta mit her tmr. . If she wants ta... Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-7279967047503385472?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/7279967047503385472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=7279967047503385472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/7279967047503385472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/7279967047503385472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-cornrows.html' title='DE-CORNROWS....'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STly_q4kKgI/AAAAAAAAACs/LVUL415OylU/s72-c/P1010596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-4166228132740452897</id><published>2008-12-05T01:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:58:44.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BOYFRIEND'S 10 WISHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;How i wish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. She could love me as much as i love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. She could miss me as much as i miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. She could contact no otha fellaz except me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. She could ferget all otha fellaz except me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. Each time she wants ta enjoy, she thinks bout me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6. I could be the last one that she calls late at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;7. I could be the first one that she dials when she opens her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;8. She won't have ta hide &amp;amp; lie anything. Even if her intention iz ta make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9. She knows that rhip does not only consist of LOVE &amp;amp; TRUST. But SACRIFICE as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;10. She could be mine forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I understand dat evri1 nids time ta change. Some may have counter-argument by sayin, &lt;em&gt;"Loving someone is ta accept the way they are.. Not changing 'em ta da way ya want 'em ta be."&lt;/em&gt; But hey! Someone who trully loves ya &amp;amp; care fer ya would only want ya ta change fer da betta. Not change fer da worse! Who in the world would like ta c their loved ones flop? Hmm... B, ya want me ta trust ya. Well im tryin but it won't be possible if there's anotha lie and things datcha hide. We both have tasks ta do ta kip diz rship goin. So letz start now and make our dreams &amp;amp; desire come ta life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oweas here when ya need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-4166228132740452897?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/4166228132740452897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=4166228132740452897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/4166228132740452897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/4166228132740452897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/12/boyfriends-10-wishes.html' title='A BOYFRIEND&apos;S 10 WISHES'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-7951404081170125913</id><published>2008-12-02T11:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:25:47.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CORNROW! FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;STRESS SEH BAPAK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSvJifhEdI/AAAAAAAAABk/4mTYU3es5Xk/s1600-h/P1010527.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275033641970373074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSvJifhEdI/AAAAAAAAABk/4mTYU3es5Xk/s320/P1010527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; COOL OR WAT??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275034089845189874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSvjm9MbPI/AAAAAAAAABs/IEdWlKjpeCU/s320/P1010531.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AFTER 30 AGONISING MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275034591088864146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSwAyO_65I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iuuUUzTcOnA/s320/P1010533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MEET MA PERSONAL HAIRSTYLIST! KWANG3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035495731487298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSw1cSm4kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WB-djsMFDZ4/s320/P1010536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...45MINS PASSED.....ARGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035978822999298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSxRj8mXQI/AAAAAAAAACE/6BDgZIKBodk/s320/P1010539.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AN HOUR..... SATISFACTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275036591537217890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSx1OfDYWI/AAAAAAAAACM/9mQjWHaXb0s/s320/P1010545.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUUYYYOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037246464047970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSybWRxu2I/AAAAAAAAACU/CkWG4Nu_e-E/s320/P1010548.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PHEEEWWWWIIIIITTT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037801700244642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSy7qsZvKI/AAAAAAAAACc/5Av3GrGoj_Y/s320/P1010549.JPG" border="0" /&gt; HMMMM....OK......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275038400416686674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSzehFholI/AAAAAAAAACk/j6UQqJsX1oU/s320/P1010553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And in the end, im still missin her... So glad ta be back again.... Letz make it work babe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Im hers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-7951404081170125913?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/7951404081170125913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=7951404081170125913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/7951404081170125913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/7951404081170125913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/12/cornrow-finally.html' title='CORNROW! FINALLY!!'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/STSvJifhEdI/AAAAAAAAABk/4mTYU3es5Xk/s72-c/P1010527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-3367374610182334710</id><published>2008-11-29T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:06:12.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMMA RICH MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Imma rich man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;they cut ma credit card account yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And I dun have da money ta pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She likes ta chill instead anyway. So we're OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Imma rich man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but i dun have a job currently. And datz juz fine fer her &amp;amp; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Coz we find another way ta keep busy. Ya'll know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Imma rich man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but i dun have da car ta drive. And truthfully i dun really mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She walks around wit me all da time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Imma rich man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;say imma wealthiest man in da world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But i got no money, no gold &amp;amp; no string of pearls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I dun need nutink as long as i got ma girl. Coz she's ma world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Imma rich man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;coz she's ma diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Honestly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wawan ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-3367374610182334710?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/3367374610182334710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=3367374610182334710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3367374610182334710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3367374610182334710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/11/imma-rich-man.html' title='IMMA RICH MAN'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-2401201479136183709</id><published>2008-11-21T04:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:37:32.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYONE'S MOVIN ON. . AND SO??</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, here's anotha issue. . Some people dun realie think before they say. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Definition of MOVE ON WITH LIFE (in his/her case): To carry on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Different people have different experiences and missions in life. So, when YOU say, "&lt;em&gt;everyone's movin on. it's time i should too&lt;/em&gt;", do YOU mean that YOU are not movin on?? Hahaha! YOU are juz makin a fool of yerself, arent YOU? Hey! WAKE UP CALL!! Everyone is movin on. Includin YOU &amp;amp; me. But wat YOU want in life dat matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ok, now, lemme guess.... What YOU are tryna say iz YOU dun wanna get back ta da life YOU once had, ryte? Which oso refers ta da life YOU have eva had wit me. Hehz... Datz a realie sad thing ta noe... (But watever it iz, i dun care who YOU'll be with as long as he helps YOU in becomin a betta person. .) Hmm... Anyway, diz iz da kinda mistake dat peepz do. Which iz ta go through experiences and juz ferget bout it. Like some say, "&lt;em&gt;Datz da past, ferget bout it.&lt;/em&gt;" Honestly, dat sentence iz &lt;em&gt;bull-shit!&lt;/em&gt; Should bear in mind dat 'past' iz da subject dat make YOU what YOU are, who YOU are &amp;amp; where YOU stand. Da past oso serves as a reminder of da mistakes dat YOU &amp;amp; I have made. Compromise is da way ta learn from mistakes, not leave. Leave=Running away from mistakes=Dun learn anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So when YOU leave, wat was da next thing on yer mind? "ENJOY &lt;em&gt;la geng... Macam tak paham plak... Gua suah single beb.. Carik lelaki cute2 yok!" &lt;/em&gt;Haiyo!! Enjoy till when? Till yer 6ft under? &lt;em&gt;Haiz...&lt;/em&gt; Life iz too short ta enjoy&lt;em&gt;-sakan.&lt;/em&gt; We dun even have da time ta learn from all da mistakes we've made. Wat YOU want fer YOUR future depends on what YOU think of YOUR past. When YOU dun wanna tink bout da past which results ta not learning from it, it realie shows dat da past has taken da best of YOU. Ignorance isnt bliss. . It realie isnt. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Life is a game of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I choose ta help YOU in a way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Coz each time YOU leave &amp;amp; ignore me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;it only makes me stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Stronger ta help ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;WaWaN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-2401201479136183709?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/2401201479136183709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=2401201479136183709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/2401201479136183709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/2401201479136183709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyones-movin-on-and-so.html' title='EVERYONE&apos;S MOVIN ON. . AND SO??'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-3355851377079405253</id><published>2008-11-18T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:57:24.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does it worth givin up? Knowin datcha luv him/her &amp;amp; havin ta feel datcha cnt live yer life wit any otha person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me, d answer is definitely a NO-NO! Jyeah! As i've said in da past few entries, itz true dat God has set our future AND it depends on our own effort. I'm not realie a 'mommy's boy' but she oweas tell me, "&lt;em&gt;if ya want sumtink &amp;amp; ya realie tink it cn secure yer future, go fer it." &lt;/em&gt;And she also told me dat not evritink dat we want would be granted. But no matter wat, effort counts. I totally agree wit her. Coz we wouldnt noe wat our future would b like unless we try. And im tryin babe, and hopin dat d outcome iz worth d effort. If i tink datcha juz anotha girl who's of no hope, i prolly won't be wastin ma time tryin &amp;amp; hopin dat soon u'll b mine. Tryna make ya realise dat im fer real and showin ya sumtin real before ya look up &amp;amp; i'll be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sigh....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I juz dunno wat ta add but hope diz helps.. A group of peepz told me dat yer a playgirl and dat i should ferget boutcha. And diz was wat i answered.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dat&lt;/span&gt; playgirl is da one who changed ma life. So does it worth ta ferget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;24-7 till i give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mohamad Syazwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-3355851377079405253?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/3355851377079405253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=3355851377079405253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3355851377079405253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3355851377079405253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-up.html' title='GIVE UP'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-4547577319178983537</id><published>2008-11-16T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:21:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING AWAY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! She's running away!! Catch her! Catch her!! Mwahahaha!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ok now look. She changed her link again. Woohoo!! Running away? Hmm... May i ask WHY? Ok i'd rather not ask. Juz remembered dat i cnt ask a single thing. Every little thing i ask iz like gettin on yer nerves. Hehz.. Can i make a confession here? Ooops! Dat was accidental. Aniway, blogging iz all bout freedom of speech so, umm.. Letz start off by sayin, "IT'S UNFAIR." Why? Coz, u oweas get watcha want but i dun. Changin yer link means, i cnt read yer entry. So letz make it even. I'll be makin a countdown of 3 dayz. As of NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 dayz left!!&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/5785955440474305150-4547577319178983537?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/4547577319178983537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=4547577319178983537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/4547577319178983537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/4547577319178983537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/11/running-away.html' title='RUNNING AWAY?'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-5407373796360690188</id><published>2008-11-14T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:19:37.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUTURE IZ OURS??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Future brings out the anxiety of every individual. . . Izit?? Hmm. . Again, letz discuss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Have ya eva heard of this quote, "&lt;em&gt;Our future lies within ourselves...&lt;/em&gt;"? Hehz. . Everyone of us are likely ta succeed. I mean, SERIOUSLY! But, if only there's effort bein put up. Duncha agree fellaz? Planning our future isn't dat hard but fulfillin what we want &amp;amp; what we need in da long run, it realie iz hard(depends on individual &amp;amp; circumstances. OF COURSE!). Sayin yer hungry but not consuming anitink, would dat make ya full? Ok, dat sounds damn short term but if ya cant fulfil short term goal, can ya even accomplish long term goal? LOL. I mean itz logic, mayne. . SPECIFICALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;See future. See forever..&lt;/em&gt;" Someone optimistic would say dat. . Well, i've eva confessed dat ta someone whom i'm realie in love with. And lately, i got da same four words back at me. Damn, i'm thinkin, "i hope diz time, she's fer real.." She's lucky dat i'm not da type who iz &lt;em&gt;once beaten, twice shy. &lt;/em&gt;Hey! I still stick ta ma words when i say, "&lt;em&gt;I want us ta be togetha foreva&lt;/em&gt;." Coz i'm fer real. We could have worked it out if she dint decide ta back off. Seriously. People need time ta change. People need time ta understand each other's needs &amp;amp; wants. And diz time, i've made a promiz ta maself not ta be complacent. I admit dat i did some wrongs but we wont have a brighter future without several mistakes. Right babe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If only i cud foresee me &amp;amp; her future bein togetha foreva, it would be da nicest thing eva. But too bad, success is a step away, a step is an effort away &amp;amp; an effort is a devotion away. So first, &lt;em&gt;DEVOTION. &lt;/em&gt;Do YOU have?? Or do YOU not??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Each of us have ta work on and not juz hope fer da best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;though itz true dat God has set our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Coz wat we work fer iz success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and wat we don't iz failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;YOU are what i've oweas hoped for. PERIOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;wawan la seh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-5407373796360690188?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/5407373796360690188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=5407373796360690188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/5407373796360690188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/5407373796360690188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/11/future-iz-ours.html' title='FUTURE IZ OURS??'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-8775799188868639823</id><published>2008-11-12T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:41:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IGNORANCE IS BLISS???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignorance is a complicated thing to undastand. The term which can be of harmless and harmful ta yerself and ta anotha party. So, izit true ignorance iz bliss?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Personally, i think itz true dat ignorance iz bliss but to a certain extend. Yes, it can prevent one from getting involved in a conflict and such. But, duncha eva think of wat d otha party feels when he talks and talks and talks and in d end, all he gets iz LaLa-ByE, silence, followed by a new topic bein brought forward. Fellaz, tell me,  will a r’ship work dat way? Hmm... Certainly not huh? A r’ship won’t work without any thorough interaction between one anotha.  Without this, can there be understanding? Without understanding, can there be trust? Without trust, can there be love? This iz what LOVE realie mean to ya? Diz i tell ya. When dat very thing happened to me, i did feel hurt. But i’m still cool. Juz following yer tempo, tailgating ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So now, positions have been switched. I’m not gonna explain much but i’m prepared fer anitink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As fer jobs, still cnt find 1 xia people!! Burden juz keeps pullin ma shoulders down. I cnt withstand da pressure till i find a job. REALIE!! Mates have been real good in helpin me out findin a job. BUT TA NO AVAIL! Dad with permanent disability. Mom with low paid job.  How can she possibly manage? I wonder. With all da bills and me &amp;amp; awie’s pocket money, it’s merely impossible ta manage. Well, i hv ta say dat GOD iz great. Most gracious. Most merciful. Hopefully i’ll find a job anytime soon &amp;amp; Insya’Allah, evritink will get back on track. Ignorance isn’t dat blissful after all. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;May da force be with me&lt;br /&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-8775799188868639823?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/8775799188868639823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=8775799188868639823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/8775799188868639823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/8775799188868639823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/11/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='IGNORANCE IS BLISS???'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-7143076621106629485</id><published>2008-11-04T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:44:53.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE COMES...IT LOOKS LIKE SHE'S GONNA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confuse? Dunno which ta choose? Buck up girl! Yer confusion pressures me. Realie! Cnt u see? Yer con.....fused... Haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ok, i believe that u've changed. . But by a fraction. . A round of applause to ya. A slight change doesnt mean there's no change. Right fellaz? But how long will this change last. . ? Hmm. . . I understand dat ya still wanna enjoy. . Hehz. Well, me either! Enjoy all ya want while ya can babe. Coz sooner er leta, the term "CLUB" will be sucha bored thing ta talk about. . Trust me, it realie iz. . Next....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;TRUST. A realie big word huh? To me, UNDERSTANDING someone plays a big part in TRUSTING someone. There's no TRUST without UNDERSTAND. Tell me, can you trust yer religion without understanding the concept of yer own religion? Hmm. . . She wants me ta trust her but her actions make it hard fer me ta understand her. . Seein sum1 i dun like, and ta make matter worse, da guy whom she's meetin dislikes me too. . And yet, she wants herself &amp;amp; i ta settle down, see forever &amp;amp; see future. I cnt understand, realie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Love cant go without trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Trust cant go without understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's been quite some time i think about the term "TRUST"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Until now dat i discover dat derez no Love without Understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hence, da basic thing bout love iz ta understand each otha. I noe we'll be back again. We juz nid tyme. If ya realie think dat im dat somebody who can give ya more than ya can ask fer, den dun lose diz privilege coz i've oweas been waitin fer ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oweas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mohamad syazwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-7143076621106629485?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/7143076621106629485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=7143076621106629485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/7143076621106629485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/7143076621106629485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-comesit-looks-like-shes-gonna.html' title='SHE COMES...IT LOOKS LIKE SHE&apos;S GONNA...'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-826539427088134357</id><published>2008-10-31T00:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:10:23.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR VERY OWN..DAMAI'S FAV BOY??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Letz differentiate between what's right &amp;amp; what's wrong. Or rather "What? What &lt;em&gt;seh?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Kwang3...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Don't realise &amp;amp; pretend not ta realise are two totally different things. Duncha think? Hey c'mon la! Evri1 noes it! So those who don't, muz be pretending. Get it? Goooood. Im not sayin dat im totally right &amp;amp; of course, neither do i say YOU are totally wrong. Yeah YOU. YOU noe who YOU are. Itz juz dat YOU dun realise evritink, that is, the things that is happening around YOU. Not even the things YOU have been doin. Things aren't one-sided. Everything changes coz YOU've changed. BIG-time!! YOU wanna noe what? Evri single 1 of US -ME, YOUR GFs ("BLOOD")- WE have 1 common intention. Which is to help YOU. Do YOU even know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;R6.... Gilera.... Spark.... TZM.... RXZ.... WHO DA HELL CARES??? What matter is YOUR safety with those BIATCHES. Think YOU are smart enough to handle? Think again! I aint anyone's favourite. There's no favouritism. WE are here to help YOU realise. Juz that. I've been holdin on to these words and have been wishing not to let it out. But it seems like YOU don't get da picture. I'm seriously tired.... Weary.... Coz each time i think boutcha, i got out of ma comfort zone. Tell YOU what, if YOU really think that i stole YOUR "BLOOD" away, i'll stop meeting 'em nor contacting 'em. When that happens, try to witness even the slightest of change between YOU &amp;amp; 'em. Hope YOU are satisfied with that. I can't change someone who don't wanna be changed. Hmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why do i have ta know YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why do i have ta fall fer YOU??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why do i have ta even care bout YOU???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The reason is simple... &lt;em&gt;FATE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Damai's fav boy??? nahhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WaWaN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-826539427088134357?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/826539427088134357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=826539427088134357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/826539427088134357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/826539427088134357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-very-owndamais-fav-boy.html' title='YOUR VERY OWN..DAMAI&apos;S FAV BOY??'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-3221374078176203272</id><published>2008-10-25T04:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T05:15:43.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO WORTH TRYIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She gets wat she wants. He doesnt get wat he wants&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Watz yer say, peepz. . ? Justify. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Personally fer me, derez no harm attemptin bt itz not worth tryin. Watz dere fer him ta cater ta her needs wen dere isnt any vice versa kinda system? It isnt fair at all. So much so, he will b da one feelin all stressed up at d end of da day. She isnt some kinda fairytale fantasy. And he should noe dat. She comes &amp;amp; go whenever she wants &amp;amp; however she likes. . As a matter of fact, diz realie shows dat she onli wants ta play with his heart. I noe dat it feels good having someone of yer dreams ta call &amp;amp; mit up. Howeva, he should realise dat spiteful words only break one's feelings but silence break one's heart. And havin him in a situation whereby da girl come &amp;amp; go, juz imagine how badly his heart breaks. So does it worth da try. . ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So diz guy whom im referrin ta iz of course, maself. . Who else?? Hehz. . Never ending huh? Juz some words ta everyone but b4 dat lemme take diz opportunity ta say dat i've realie given up. . Fer good. . Till den........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"dun make someone yer priority when yer onli their option. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Better off alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-3221374078176203272?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/3221374078176203272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=3221374078176203272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3221374078176203272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3221374078176203272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-worth-tryin.html' title='NO WORTH TRYIN'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-3114315705905830007</id><published>2008-10-22T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:31:02.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW FOOTWEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Juz what i need....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259890433812647714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SP7ie0DgzyI/AAAAAAAAABc/whk0XkzsxQ4/s320/Image(046).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bought it at 89 bux. . . Can claim not??? Kwang3. . . &lt;em&gt;Sigh.....&lt;/em&gt; Still jobless and im freakingly stressed out. . . Hopefully, i will get a job anytime soon. . I juz have ta keep lookin fer one. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Today, our 20th-tak-jadi. . Hehz. . . Y am i still keep thinkin of her. . ?? Should have let it burn. . Realie. . . Am i contradicting ma laz remark??? DAMN!! Quit tokin. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-3114315705905830007?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/3114315705905830007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=3114315705905830007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3114315705905830007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3114315705905830007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-footwear.html' title='NEW FOOTWEAR'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SP7ie0DgzyI/AAAAAAAAABc/whk0XkzsxQ4/s72-c/Image(046).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-3992479745241598684</id><published>2008-10-13T15:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:04:58.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARI RAYA OUTING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Not much of an outing but these are some of da pics i can share witcha guyz. . Enjoy.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256541767212954274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SPL84w27cqI/AAAAAAAAABU/ghpnvBbOV8o/s320/P1010455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256540053859591554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SPL7VCHp5YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nzg1vgVmStQ/s320/P1010361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256540444363579378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SPL7rw3D3_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/BsGIUFKvDkg/s320/P1010370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256540743931318530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SPL79M1k0QI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DYNUgK8iLOQ/s320/P1010374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256541092863417762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SPL8RgteHaI/AAAAAAAAABE/0mEYPSg-UiU/s320/P1010428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256541357771888082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SPL8g7kkldI/AAAAAAAAABM/Tjg2kFJ1eqU/s320/P1010437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And at the end of da day, they are the one thing that matters... Sorie fer da tyme wen i totally forget bout these peepz.. Coz i noe dat eventually, me &amp;amp; dat stranger will b together... I noe diz sounds soooo wrong but diz gut feeling tells me so... Any objection???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Slamat Hari Raya; maaf zahir &amp;amp; batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-3992479745241598684?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/3992479745241598684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=3992479745241598684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3992479745241598684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3992479745241598684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-outing.html' title='HARI RAYA OUTING!!'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SPL84w27cqI/AAAAAAAAABU/ghpnvBbOV8o/s72-c/P1010455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-3010572672375748064</id><published>2008-10-03T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:35:45.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVRITINK ER NUTINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;LOST MA GURL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&amp;amp; NOW.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;LOST MA JOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;WHAT ELSE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ANYONE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-3010572672375748064?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/3010572672375748064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=3010572672375748064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3010572672375748064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3010572672375748064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/10/evritink-er-nutink.html' title='EVRITINK ER NUTINK'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-154603212770876738</id><published>2008-09-30T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T04:17:15.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAT TYPE OF PERSON AM I???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SOE145ZPwlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lFrUNyw0t24/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251537892086366802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SOE145ZPwlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lFrUNyw0t24/s320/Capture.JPG" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouacontrolfreakquiz/"&gt;www.blogthings.com/areyouacontrolfreakquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SOEt3GPQ0aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SW_U2lDS63A/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251529065081393570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SOEt3GPQ0aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SW_U2lDS63A/s320/Capture.JPG" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JYEAH!!! Guess datz me. . . Lol or cry till dry; itz all up ta ya ayte. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And da next thing im gonna do iz. . . . REFLECT those on maself. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-154603212770876738?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/154603212770876738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=154603212770876738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/154603212770876738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/154603212770876738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/09/wat-type-of-flirt-am-i.html' title='WAT TYPE OF PERSON AM I???'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b7bSv3qEms/SOE145ZPwlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lFrUNyw0t24/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-5410732348112682630</id><published>2008-09-29T04:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:56:29.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If love was a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we wouldn't have wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If love was a sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We'd be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If love was a choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You and I could never sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause love isn't for me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If love was an Oscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You and I could never win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause we can never act out our parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If love is the Quran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we are lost in sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because its not in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So why don't you go your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'll go mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Live your life, and I'll live mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby you'll do well, and I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause we're better off, separated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl I know we had some good times. It's sad but now we gotta say goodbye. Girl you know I love you, I can't deny. I can't say we didn't try to make it work for you and I. I know it hurts so much but it's best for us. Somewhere along this windy road we lost the trust. So I'll walk away so you don't have to see me cry. It's killing me so, why don't you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yours' truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-5410732348112682630?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/5410732348112682630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=5410732348112682630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/5410732348112682630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/5410732348112682630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/09/if.html' title='IF.......'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-6064490722439881300</id><published>2008-09-25T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:01:43.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 DOWN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay peepz! After a year of waitin, finally i attain wat it means ta be happy. . !! JYEAH!!! Would like ta announce dat I'VE PASSED MA CAR TP TEST!!! Diz oso means dat i can ady drive. . . hahah!! (&lt;em&gt;dey c me rollin, dey hatin. . .)&lt;/em&gt; WOOHHOOOO!!! Hence, i would realie like ta take diz opportunity ta thank ma fwens, ma fams, strangers &amp;amp; evri1 who had given me all da support &amp;amp; gd luck wishes. . hehz. . Cnt wait ta drive diz hari raya. . &lt;em&gt;Show off sikit la beb. . . &lt;/em&gt;kwang3. . Iz dere any1 out dere who wish ta loan their car ta me?? hmm. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now, im gonna focus on bike license. . Juz mayb i cn pass by end of diz year. . Hopefully. . So peepz, i nid yer help AGAIN!!! Can?? hehz. . . I paused at prac 3. . Resuming after few dayz of hari raya. . How i wish evritink will go smoothly. . hmm. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TO BOB, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy 18th!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TO MOM, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i buy a scrambler when i pass??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TO STRANGER, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorie fer da nasty remarks &amp;amp; nice meetin ya. .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;juz so ya noe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diz iz ma life, d aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-6064490722439881300?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/6064490722439881300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=6064490722439881300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/6064490722439881300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/6064490722439881300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-down.html' title='1 DOWN!!'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-3409730970221691572</id><published>2008-09-23T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:53:18.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OWEAS BE MA BABY. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A-NOT-SO-HAPPY-BELATED-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNHAPPENED-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19TH, STRANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We were as one, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For a moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And it seemed everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That you would always be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now you want to be free, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I'm letting you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'cause I know in my heart, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our love will never die, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Girl, don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No way, you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ma life, the aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-3409730970221691572?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/3409730970221691572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=3409730970221691572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3409730970221691572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/3409730970221691572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/09/oweas-be-ma-baby.html' title='OWEAS BE MA BABY. . .'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-4579797689057058396</id><published>2008-09-20T05:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:06:33.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLYIN SOLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm movin on. . Slowly but surely. . . Evritink has ta be done one step at a tyme. . Ryte mates? Fellas &amp;amp; Ladies, im forgettin evritink bout da past coz now's da present &amp;amp; tmr's da future. . Dun bother bout wat had ady happened. . Now im single &lt;em&gt;(again)&lt;/em&gt;. . . Lookin forward fer a smooooove journey ahead. . Jyeah!!!!! Currently, im not quite into findin sum1 new. . Juz flingin &lt;em&gt;(ya noe wat im sayin? hehe. . .)&lt;/em&gt; Wanna focus on ma unfinished businesses. . STUDY, SERVE MA NS&lt;em&gt;(study at da same tyme)&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; FIND A BLOODY GOOD CAREER. . Datz wat im gonna do. . Ok, datz ma long term goal. . As fer now, which i realie mean NOW, gonna get ma license pretty soon. Both drivin &amp;amp; ridin. Da more da merrier duncha tink?? Kwang3. . Also, im gonna enjoy maself &lt;em&gt;(with limits!!! i guess)&lt;/em&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Honestly speakin, i hate bein single. . It makes me feel kinda lonely &amp;amp; demoralize at times. . Wat im tryin ta convey here iz. . . Behind evri successful man, derez a woman. . Hopefully, derez sum1 out dere ta help me wit diz. . And i realie mean someONE. . Fer now, i feel like im flyin solo. . On a journey alone without anyONE ta rest ma head on. . Im not findin one but i hope ta hv one. . Get wat i mean???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4 more dayz ta car TP test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3 more dayz ta &lt;em&gt;Buka &lt;/em&gt;with da fellaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2 more dayz ta. . . . . (i wish i can rmbr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ma life, the aftermath. . . JYEAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;syazwan a.k.a. wawan a.k.a. wak a.k.a. wanda stello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-4579797689057058396?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/4579797689057058396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=4579797689057058396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/4579797689057058396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/4579797689057058396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/09/flyin-solo.html' title='FLYIN SOLO'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-4668250304460802907</id><published>2008-09-19T01:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T03:16:41.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL SAID &amp; DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Finally, evritink iz all said &amp;amp; done. . Thanked her fer she once had been one of da most important person in ma life. . Ma part went on by addin dat itz tyme ta realie ferget bout each otha &amp;amp; all da tymez dat we shared . Now, we're realie nutink. . Nutink at all. . If we eva c each otha in da streetz, sorie babe, i cnt remember maself knowin u!! We aint fwens! We aint mates! We aint anitink! And i have ma own reasons why i told sum1 else ta pass da msg ta her. . But hey! I did text moments leta. . !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To nadya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If ya rmbr, diz was wat i tolcha,"itz either we're lovers er strangers. . you choose." So, itz yer choice. And u've made diz choice. Im juz doin ma job gurl; ta follow yer tempo. . U once claimed dat ya live yer life wit NO regrets. I hope u still kip yer words. Coz ya ady broke alot of yer promises. . U noe wat? i tink im gonna give ya another around of applause fer bein sucha sweet talker &amp;amp; a good actress. . hehz. . Should join &lt;strong&gt;MEDIACORP &lt;/strong&gt;sumday. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im sorie i give up. . Im sorie i cnt wait fer ya. . Im sorie i cnt be da guy of yer dreams. . Im sorie ta trouble ya since 220207. . Im sorie ta c our blog &amp;amp; fwenster acct deleted. . Im sorie i holcha. . Im sorie i kissed ya. . Im sorie i was in luv witcha. . Im sorie i slept witcha. . AND Im sorie datcha felt sorie fer me fer not trustin ya. . Hopefully, u find da guy who mit yer criteria. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AND NOW!! I NEED DA BOTH OF US TA FERGET EVRITINK BOUT EACH OTHA! NOW!!! AFTER DA COUNT OF 1.......2..............&amp;amp;.....................3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yer &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;coooool&lt;/span&gt; stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I tink i forgot ma name too. . . argh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-4668250304460802907?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/4668250304460802907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=4668250304460802907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/4668250304460802907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/4668250304460802907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-said-done.html' title='ALL SAID &amp; DONE'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-1078843383630729775</id><published>2008-09-18T05:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:03:24.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MA FAMOUS LAZ WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;How bout a round of applause.... Standin ovation.... hehz. . Muz most things be kept a secret? Well, i guess a pain in d asshole would do dat. . Damn! I mean, I just keep thinking about diz bitch. . I mean I wanna move on but I cant move on. Itz like diz bitch got some kinda hold on me Mayne! &lt;em&gt;Ku stress!!&lt;/em&gt; But im gonna go ahead &amp;amp; talk about it. . Here it goes. . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm too attached! Ma heart wont lemme fall back! I got it bad datz wat you guyz can call dat. . . And wen I see diz bitch in da streets, datz da worst fer me. . Used to love the little things diz bitch did &amp;amp; datz wat works fer me. Ma fellas told me, "Juz let her go, WAK!" Believe me im tryin mayne but I juz dunno how!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, bitch. . . I noe ya have sumtin ta say ta me. . Sumtin which i ady expected ya ta say. . Since da day ya FREAKINGLY LEFT ME cold &amp;amp; hard!! I dun wanna be laz ta noe again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp; again. . . Coz da way i cya ryte now has become opaque. . BADLY i muz say. . Hence, before u even say a word ta me, letz juz say dat i'll wait fer ya &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MORE. . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Itz no use. . Seriously. . . Im right here staring at these walls, tinkin "who she wit", "whr she at", and "iz she club hopping?" Not worth it. . Im so blinded by diz love. . And surely it isnt good at all. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Now, like i oweas end a conversation; one of ma famous laz words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All dat i want ya ta do iz ta sit back, relax &amp;amp; reminisce sum tyme. . Coz da grass isnt oweas greener on d otha side. . ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma Life. . . The Aftermath. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-1078843383630729775?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/1078843383630729775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=1078843383630729775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/1078843383630729775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/1078843383630729775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/09/ma-famous-laz-words.html' title='MA FAMOUS LAZ WORDS'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-479135638073721243</id><published>2008-09-17T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:24:11.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MA DAMN PACKED SCHEDULE!! ARGGGHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Diz month iz ma most packed-scheduled-month ever througout 2008. . &lt;em&gt;sigh. . .&lt;/em&gt; Juz put yerself in ma shoe &amp;amp; tell me how it feels like wen ya study in da wkdayz, work 3 wkdayz &amp;amp; both wkends throughout da week (catch a 2 second breath) AND undergoin both driving &amp;amp; riding lessons in between all dose. . phheeeewwww!! Gaspin fer air huh? Stress, &lt;em&gt;bapak. . .&lt;/em&gt; Now, im still wonderin &amp;amp; ponderin how da hell did i manage all dose. And da best part iz, i manage ta go out wit ma ex-secondary skoolmatez, Mazlan, Rafta, a stranger(younoewhoyouare) &amp;amp; many more with lotsa schedule around me. . . Weird? Surely iz. . hehz. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So, yesterday dint attend skool and an unexpected thing happened. . Mamat was admitted bcoz of skin infection. First look; &lt;em&gt;JIJIK&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;XIA!!!&lt;/em&gt; But, &lt;em&gt;kesian. . . &lt;/em&gt;He had ta go fer operation on da same day &amp;amp; it was a successful one. . &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah. . . .&lt;/em&gt; Will be discharged leta today with plaster on his face. Evritink's fine huh bro? You'll be good soon so no worries, yeah. . Today, not goin ta skool again &amp;amp; again since Monday. I still cnt carry maself through da days smoothly, mayne!!! And itz all bcoz of YOU!! YOU noe who YOU are!!! Riding theory class diz evening till 10pm iz so killin me. Prolly i find maself droolin on da table at d end of da lesson. Kwang3. . . Next Wed iz da moment ive been waitin fer. CAR TP LA SEH!!! Hopefully i pass da test &amp;amp; end diz license-drought-misery. . &lt;em&gt;Doakan semoga aku pass la ye. . &lt;/em&gt;hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;To YOU stranger! You can have WHOEVA ya want, WHATEVA ya want &amp;amp; WHICHEVA ya want. . But derez sumtin ya shld noe. . . The grass isnt oweas greener on d otha side. You claimed ta have ridiculous er natural feelin on sum1 and dat he left ya hanging. You oweas leave me hanging, even now. . So ma latest trivia iz, how does it feel like havin yerself been left hanging on someone else's??? Text me, cal me, tagged me, e-mail me, meet me er msn me if ya have d ans ta dat. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ok peepz, look at da time i publish diz entry. . Early huh? And i hvnt even slept!!!!! Argggghhhh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Logging off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;syazwan aka wawan aka wak aka wanda stello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ROFLMAO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5785955440474305150-479135638073721243?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/479135638073721243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=479135638073721243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/479135638073721243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/479135638073721243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/09/ma-damn-packed-schedule-arggghh.html' title='MA DAMN PACKED SCHEDULE!! ARGGGHH!!!'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-1388362016623192977</id><published>2008-09-15T04:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:22:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TANX LA GERL!! AND NOW IM TIRED!! ARRGH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;THANK YOU RAFTA FER DA HELP!!! DIZ BLOG WONT BE PUBLISHED W/O U LA FWEN!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAIZ. . . Sahor la seh. . . Den i have ta prepare maself ta skool. . Will be a long2 day &amp;amp; i hvnt even slept!! Thinkin of N****H. . . Why do i keep thinkin of her??!!! I'm goin nutz la people of da world. . I nid a psychologist ryte away!!! haiz. . More updates comin up:&lt;br /&gt;-Shisha-ing outing&lt;br /&gt;-Wat else??? hmm. . Skool &amp;amp; Werk? Same old thing&lt;br /&gt;Well, watever it iz, do visit diz blog &amp;amp; dun ferget ta tag ayte!!! I'll link ya ryte away! GTG. Food's callin!!!&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/5785955440474305150-1388362016623192977?l=les-fentones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/feeds/1388362016623192977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5785955440474305150&amp;postID=1388362016623192977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/1388362016623192977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785955440474305150/posts/default/1388362016623192977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les-fentones.blogspot.com/2008/09/tanx-la-gerl-and-now-im-tired-arrgh.html' title='TANX LA GERL!! AND NOW IM TIRED!! ARRGH!!!'/><author><name>WaNdA sTeLLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231458869197301569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x180/wawan18/940266326s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785955440474305150.post-8494008576266524526</id><published>2008-09-14T04:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:32:42.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Drive!! sorie!!!</title><content type='html'>test 1 2 1 2!!!! mic check oi!!!! hmm...... will publish new post soon. . . in da meanwhile, enjoy da video in da video section!!! 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