<?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-5803513717127879089</id><updated>2011-08-10T21:18:53.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dikiz star</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-128221299131605128</id><published>2008-08-21T13:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:21:39.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when I got nothing to do, like most of the time, I lie on my bed with my MP3 and listen to songs that go with my current emotional state and I'll be thinking about someone. Yes, I am an emo geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think everyone is, somehow. Trust me. Listening to a song, let it be punk rock, heavy metal, ballad, RnB etc. they got hidden messages in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it. Sometimes the lyrics can be so deep that it really give you a big PANG on your head and you will go like: "Hmmm. tol jugak ehk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes, I feel like playing the song on my guitar and sing it out loud so that the message is delivered. Hold on to that song in your mind, keep it playing on the repeat mode and listen to it on and on again untill you fell asleep. I sleep with it and hope for the best but expecting the worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just like him&lt;br /&gt;To wander off in the evergreen park&lt;br /&gt;Slowly searching&lt;br /&gt;For any sign of the ones he used to love&lt;br /&gt;He says he's got nothing left to live for&lt;br /&gt;(He says he's got nothing left)&lt;br /&gt;And this time I think you'll know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;There is more to this I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can make it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You will live to tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's just like him&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled rotten, confused by the lies shes been fed&lt;br /&gt;And she's searching for no one (but herself)&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes turn to green and she seems to be happy that she is here&lt;br /&gt;And this time I think you'll know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;We're not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;There is more to this i know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can make it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You will live to tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(So tell me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ckB_yWjm8n/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ckB_yWjm8n/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I smile , you laugh, I look away&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, you ask me why, I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's ok and I am just feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Your hand on mine I hear the words... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;If only love had found us first, our lives would be different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;I am just a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where would we be now baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;if we found each other first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where would we be now baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I must confess&lt;br /&gt;That I am a sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;I'm anchored by the weight of my heart cause its filled with these feelings&lt;br /&gt;I keep my true thought locked beside my hearts black box&lt;br /&gt;It wont be found, it wont be found, through the smoke or the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;So I crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of things to learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where would we be now baby, if we found each other first&lt;br /&gt;What would you do now darling, if I said these simple words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll wait, I'll wait...As long as you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where would we be now baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/a2B7_IPWGY/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/a2B7_IPWGY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;"the message had been delivered"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-128221299131605128?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/128221299131605128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=128221299131605128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/128221299131605128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/128221299131605128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/lyrics-when-i-got-nothing-to-do-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-7129436486608434423</id><published>2008-08-04T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:24:06.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as you all know how my weekend was spent from farah's blog, the "Half Mastermind - Half Victim" thingy. It was tramendously wonderfull!! Really had fun!! I would like to give a big Shout Out Thank You to FARAH for for the unexpected plan cum treat! You totally rock my Saturday babey!! Thank you Ana for eating my kueh lopez sampai abes but you're the best ah! And Narti! Thank you and sorry for the punkd!! I can't help it ah but to laugh really hard. Its always been like that when you're around. Seriously, there's always something dirty to talk about. Hehe! You guys are simply the best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastly, to that someone, thank you so much! I really appreciate it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/in4cwDCcMvg&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="244" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the ugly side of narti"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;"patiently waiting no matter how long it takes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-7129436486608434423?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7129436486608434423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=7129436486608434423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/7129436486608434423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/7129436486608434423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-6370438288505531149</id><published>2008-07-10T15:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:44:27.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kebetulan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Dengan secara kebetulan” which means coincidentally. Unaware of something we do that might be too coincident or too perfect to be true but it may not mean anything eventually. It’s like solving tedious jigsaw puzzle. It all begins with one piece and it will lead to another. Sometimes, you do things knowing that it may not be meaningful to you but in times to come that thing you did is something meaningful and it make sense after all. You start to realize that there’s a reason behind all those things you did back then as you thought it meant nothing. Bliss in disguise perhaps or the opposite, I don’t know, only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My “Coincidently” issues: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember my post titled “returned” dated on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“13th January 2008”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about my 2008 Horoscope thingy. Well, I thought it was total bullshit at first but somehow right now, there are some factors that match. But nah, that may not mean anything though. Diki, don’t Berangan can? But if it’s really true, I would like to lived forever and ever with her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How bout the post titled “signs?” dated on the 25th January 2008. To some people already knows something about me, well, it does make sense after all right? Now this, I hope it’s not true. Insyallah. This is one “coincident” that I want to avoid now. Please, I just met someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, about this song I wrote call “Purple Rose”. When I first start on this piece, it was a random thing but yet an honest one and the words are from my heart and soul. The words keep flowing as if it happened before that I can recall it. Things like, from the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I want you to smile”&lt;/em&gt; - I really want her to smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Good times awaits you in time to come”&lt;/em&gt; - I’m sure. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I pray for you every single day”&lt;/em&gt; - had always been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You are one sweet girl”&lt;/em&gt; – no doubt about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I leave you here this purple rose”&lt;/em&gt; – it happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of this is like magic. Are these pure coincident or it’s just a meaningless things? Well, if it’s meaningless, I just take this as a fantasy to distract myself from the bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purple Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want you to smile&lt;br /&gt;It’s me the one who’s left behind&lt;br /&gt;The rain has stop it’s time to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the tears&lt;br /&gt;Good times await you in time to come&lt;br /&gt;I felt something but I just keep mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you’ll be fine out there somehow&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I hold your hand and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won’t be here for too long&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You’re one sweet girl&lt;br /&gt;I leave you here this purple rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t go&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Till I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;When I’m gone, Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;Then move on, move on, move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hey, just my thought. It could be nothing"&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5803513717127879089-6370438288505531149?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6370438288505531149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=6370438288505531149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6370438288505531149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6370438288505531149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/kebetulan-dengan-secara-kebetulan-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-2611302620723472451</id><published>2008-06-26T17:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:56:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes or I must say most of the time, I thought to myself on how I wish that I can have a simple life as what I always wanted it to be. How simple life could possibly be? Complication will somehow haunt the simplicity of life. To get back on solid ground, it won't be that easy. It's a mess of a lifetime to clear the broken pieces and by doing it alone, it's the same as killing yourself softly. Faking smile, keeping things to oneself is often use in this issues. Seeking for help or advice is always not the best idea at the moment. How long will it last? Will the wound ever heal? It might heal but there will be a scar and it will stay forever. The weakness, caring too much for that someone knowing that it will hurt you more. It's not wrong and its never wrong to do so. You're one strong person with a kind heart. Good things awaits you in time to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past nights, I been taking a walk down the streets and sitting down at the hard court feeling the breeze flowing past me. Something I had to do in order to help. To see the smiles that everyone deserve and for everything in the right place. Is it's too much to ask for? So, I will still patiently wait as I look up in the black sky hoping hard that a shooting star will shoot across me. Although it's lame of me, making a wish doesn't hurt. I'm trying to save someone here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/SGNzyQKYSRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pZHTN-2KbZA/s1600-h/shooting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216140100594321682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/SGNzyQKYSRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pZHTN-2KbZA/s320/shooting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"lets make a wish together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;*save dory, save the world*&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/5803513717127879089-2611302620723472451?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2611302620723472451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=2611302620723472451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/2611302620723472451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/2611302620723472451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/wish-sometimes-or-i-must-say-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/SGNzyQKYSRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pZHTN-2KbZA/s72-c/shooting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-8596007503478228480</id><published>2008-06-13T16:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:04:35.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;birdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A Tattooed Paper Crane Birdie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is that cool or what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211318277022427058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/SFJSXLlsJ7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/VuZO4BqfNP4/s320/2162894041_ba6e70fdbe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"illustrated only"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its a cool post from Farah about "romantic". I want to share something too. Kepo ehk aku!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My say on the term "romantic":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Effort and be yourself. How romantic if the other party thinks its romantic on how you put the effort and you're being yourself. I'm sorry, I guess I'm not romantic enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No matter how hard I try, I can't be romantic enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I think i just need to shut up*&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/5803513717127879089-8596007503478228480?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8596007503478228480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=8596007503478228480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/8596007503478228480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/8596007503478228480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/dory-cute-little-thing-to-many-eyes-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/SFJSXLlsJ7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/VuZO4BqfNP4/s72-c/2162894041_ba6e70fdbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-6669604115895354359</id><published>2008-05-22T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:18:06.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In solitude I look at life at different angles. Enough will never satisfy even though we're earning millions. Starting to push away family, friends and the one who been by your side when you're are at the most low as ground zero. You may not aware of the changes around you but when someone come to you and say: "Hey, i think you're abit off the hook" and you go: "Well, I think you're just jealous of what I am today" but deep inside you get hit and you start to think back where this all came from? For a fact, money is not everything, attention is irritating and now your humbleness means nothing. Partying, chasing money and material things, flying high thinking nobody going to clip your wings. Well, I don't care about your money or how slick your car is cause no matter how rich and big you are It's still Allahuakbar! You're lying to yourself knowing that you've been neglecting your responsibilities as a healthy Muslim. Maybe when you lost everything you start to search high and low for this thing called Sejadah that you left it lying under your bed when you feel like you on top of the world back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lil somthing you can say when you sit down on the sejadah to pray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203128194131292626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/SDU5hnQD8dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uvHkMnBaHXE/s320/178078829_c156cd30eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah, You made it possible when facing obstacles please let me do good before I blow away my last breath and keep reciting The Testimony of Faith and find the right way out of this life's maze. Ask for Your forgiveness Your guidance, protection and strength for humbleness and faith to make me a better man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wait, who am I to advise you cause I've not been the best Of God's slaves, it just my thoughts says. A lil house, simple life and I hope for a simple sweet girl, Alhamdulillah and I'll try to slow it down on the cheap thrills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I wish that I was born again so I can rectify mistakes, my wrong doings and try to minimise my sins before my story end. I'm not trying to sound as a holy man but if I tried to be a better person now I probably can. This post will probably create a little controversy but I'm not even trying to preach here but by sharing thoughts I hope to find a little peace here. So please, when I lost my way in future or I'm starting neglating everyone and everything do come to me and say: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't forget who you are and where you stand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most important thing, don't forget to say Alhamdulillah&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/5803513717127879089-6669604115895354359?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6669604115895354359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=6669604115895354359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6669604115895354359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6669604115895354359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/alhamdulillah-in-solitude-i-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/SDU5hnQD8dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uvHkMnBaHXE/s72-c/178078829_c156cd30eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-4076107095563179587</id><published>2008-05-12T14:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:44:24.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1205&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1205, the figure that will always be remembered. Maybe some of you wondering what's that figure is all about. It's a date, marked a special day for this two lovers back then. Let go back to memory lane on how 1205 get it's name "DIAS 1205". It all started during the school days at Bishan ITE back in 2003 when I don't know shit about love. I never had a GF before and I have no professional training on how to go over to a girl and say: " hi! Boleh kenal-kenal?". I was all busy with my b-boying with BFC that time and I have no intention to explore the world of BGR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until that very day, this girl, my classmate, she got me locked down. She was sweet, tall and nice. We became friends, close friends and eventually we became lovers. My tactics to get close to her, gosh it was stupid. I say to her after school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diki: &lt;em&gt;Eh, nari aku alek tampiness ah umah sedare aku. Kite naik bus same2 k.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She: &lt;em&gt;asal tak naik train aje gie sane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diki: &lt;em&gt;errr... sal aku nak naik bus 168 ah kat seletar camp. tu lagi dekat&lt;/em&gt; (the bus she took drop by at seletar camp)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She: &lt;em&gt;hmmm.. ok lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But actually, my motive is just to go back with her on the bus she took and after I alighted at seletar camp I took another bus back home but not to tampiness as what I told her earlier. How lame I can be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as time goes by, we became more closer. On 12 May 2003, Monday, with a little courage I force myself to ask her out and I did it! Coincidentally, we wear the same colour top, same colour sandals and jeans. I was like, Ok.... After we walk around Hougang Mall she decided to chill at this residential park and so we sat down and chilled. That's when she knows that I'm going to ask her something which going to change our lives. I keep on delay-daley untill she say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;she: &lt;em&gt;Nak tanye, tanye je.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Diki: &lt;em&gt;errrrr... aku ,aku malu ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: &lt;em&gt;aku kasi kau sampai 6.30, kalau kau tanak tanye kite balik ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was like, come on Diki. Go! go! The clock strike 6.30 and I got to say what I got to say! Yes! I did it! She hold my hand and I was jumping around with joy. That's how 1205 came about. But unfortunately "DIAS 1205" didn't last. It all end at the ending of 2005. It was sad indeed. Today marked the 5 years Anniversary of DIAS 1205 and it may not be a special day anymore but it will always be remembered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 CHEERS TO FIVE YEARS ANNIVERSARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199419098834714546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/SCgMH2hsv7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/i4zNkaBqbfg/s320/Picture041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;DIAS 1205&lt;br /&gt;2003 - 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-4076107095563179587?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4076107095563179587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=4076107095563179587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/4076107095563179587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/4076107095563179587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/1205-1205-figure-that-will-always-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/SCgMH2hsv7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/i4zNkaBqbfg/s72-c/Picture041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-5508369017612306067</id><published>2008-03-29T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:22:15.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HBB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;appy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;irthday you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;astard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R-3sT-NkNVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7VVf6_YEnmU/s1600-h/P1000467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R-3sT-NkNVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7VVf6_YEnmU/s320/P1000467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183058574034875730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dikizukairi Bin Kerri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1985 - Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-5508369017612306067?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5508369017612306067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=5508369017612306067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/5508369017612306067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/5508369017612306067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/03/hbb-h-appy-b-irthday-you-b-astard.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R-3sT-NkNVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7VVf6_YEnmU/s72-c/P1000467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-6331409507500618430</id><published>2008-03-06T16:03:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:49:48.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything seems to be alright now but I'm not sure bout deep inside. Waking up in the morning thinking about tomorrow. What might happen, where would I be, what would I do, and who will I spent my last day with. Things I wish I knew. I'm smiling now, but I'm not sure if I'm forcing myself to. Please, would someone tell be that I'm going to be Ok. I pray hard that I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I'm Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some activities I've done through out my days of unemployment. We went to Sembawang Park for some chill out session and mini BBQing. Siakap, prawn, hot dogs, maggie goreng, marshmallow and many more. The night was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SURVIVOR SEMBAWANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Purple light, at the war front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That is where, my buddy lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If I die..would you bury me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With                                     my rifle and my buddy and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-13DuYfyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TOz4nQc8d2g/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-13DuYfyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TOz4nQc8d2g/s200/DSC00527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174554454369271586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-1bTuYfxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4Og06vu7fBM/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-1bTuYfxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4Og06vu7fBM/s200/DSC00528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174553977627901714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-1CzuYfvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eMRmfIkXR5w/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-1CzuYfvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eMRmfIkXR5w/s200/DSC00525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174553556721106674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-1OjuYfwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1vH87mwk-pw/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-1OjuYfwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1vH87mwk-pw/s200/DSC00526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174553758584569602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-41zuYfzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l3nLxLozgW4/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-41zuYfzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l3nLxLozgW4/s200/DSC00514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174557731429318450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Ben n Diki, as always, the cook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - -- - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORT CANNING PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as we walk to the left, as we walk to the right&lt;br /&gt;as we walk, as we walk , as we walk all night&lt;br /&gt;with the heel and the toe and a half turn around&lt;br /&gt;with the heel and the toe and a new friend found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-7AjuYf0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q1ugqa_lAso/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-7AjuYf0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q1ugqa_lAso/s200/DSC00540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174560115136167746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-7mzuYf1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/HiW_jpTgm50/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-7mzuYf1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/HiW_jpTgm50/s200/DSC00542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174560772266164050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*the gay shots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8_G1DuYf4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fFXXna_zY2A/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8_G1DuYf4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fFXXna_zY2A/s320/DSC00547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174573111707205506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*view from the top*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;"if life is so short"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5803513717127879089-6331409507500618430?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6331409507500618430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=6331409507500618430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6331409507500618430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6331409507500618430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/03/everything-seems-to-be-alright-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R8-13DuYfyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TOz4nQc8d2g/s72-c/DSC00527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-7185706340851878410</id><published>2008-02-14T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:49:53.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Valentine's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Day People!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;may you guys have a great one this year with your love ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R7Pgti3QKKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JW4Yt5jOziY/s1600-h/purple+roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R7Pgti3QKKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JW4Yt5jOziY/s200/purple+roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166720270581377186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the families&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;ex-girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R7PhDi3QKLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cU9HvKd4O6w/s1600-h/purple+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R7PhDi3QKLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cU9HvKd4O6w/s200/purple+cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166720648538499250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;"i want this can?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"If you love someone, everyday should be valentine's day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-7185706340851878410?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7185706340851878410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=7185706340851878410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/7185706340851878410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/7185706340851878410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-people-may-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R7Pgti3QKKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JW4Yt5jOziY/s72-c/purple+roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-2630126454828713570</id><published>2008-02-04T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:55:03.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How would you feel if you get to know that someone "likes" you? Happy? Honored? Grateful? Well, it all depends on how the chemistry works between the both parties at the end of the day. He can like her, but if she don't like him what's the point right? Feelings, nothing more than feelings. Some people they fight for it, some just give up just like that. For what I know, feelings can be built from the scratch. Just like what I did back then when I was trying to woo my first love. At first, I thought it didn’t work out cause I can’t see any sparks going on between us but that doesn’t stop me from trying. And yes, one faithful day she showed me sign and that’s when I left my single hood life and move on to the world of relationship. Let me share with you guys out there who is still fighting for “the one”, only one word: Sincerity! That’s the important thing you got to have in you. It’s all about you want him/her to like you for who you are and not for you trying so hard to make it happen. Well, I felt grateful to have her as my Gf cause I know that I’m not good looking compare to her. To me, she’s beautiful that she deserved to be with someone good-looking. Through out the relationship, never once I felt regret or hatred towards my partner although it only lasted us for 3 years+ due to something I shall not elaborate more on it. This is when feelings change. To love is not to own, something I learnt from my friends. Until today, I still wish her all the best with her love ones and all I want is her to happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="514" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/IMG_0175.jpg" width="598" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if only I have a gf now, i am all busy now preparing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What I’m trying to say is things can be unpredictable. No matter how hard you try, how sincere you are or how choosy you are, when comes to feelings you just never know what you will find. If he/she is meant for you, he/she is meant for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-2630126454828713570?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2630126454828713570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=2630126454828713570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/2630126454828713570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/2630126454828713570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-how-would-you-feel-if-you-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-291950526000018842</id><published>2008-01-28T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:34:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*i'm sorry*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-291950526000018842?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/291950526000018842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=291950526000018842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/291950526000018842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/291950526000018842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-677649870921594920</id><published>2008-01-25T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T05:07:22.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;signs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something bothering me lately. A disturbing one. Have you ever felt scared I mean very very scared till your clothes is soaking wet with your sweat after you wake up from a dream? And then you say "Astarafirallahhalazim" Well I did. It happened quite sometime ago as I choose not to disclose this disturbing yet detailed dream of mine to anyone. I did talk about it with a couple of friends. Even my friend freak out when he heard the dream that I had. He goes: "eh sial lah". I think I should share this dream of mine cause I don't want to get carried away with it as it is just a dream afterall and so it goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R5jXuCck0aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w_fhXRC8a9c/s1600-h/muslim+funeral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159110559083581858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R5jXuCck0aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w_fhXRC8a9c/s200/muslim+funeral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever had a dream at night that is so detailed, so clear as if you're watching close to a High Definition flat screen TV with a VERY CLEAR ENDING? For what I know, through out the dreams I had never once it have a ending to the story. So it all start me lying out of nowhere surrounded by total darkness and suddenly this man come towards me and help me up. He was wearing white jubah with a turban, he look damn familiar though as if I saw him before at Masjid An-Nur on a random day doing my prayers. Anyway, summarising the story, the surrounding change to a vision of my everyday life which I know that's in the future. Looking at myself, what I'm doing as the man guided me along the way. Here comes the scary part. I witness my own death! That's right. D-E-A-T-H. At that point, I remember looking at a vision, me cutting my Birthday Cake which I assume it was my 26th Birthday cause it clearly stated on the cake. Gosh! I ask myself, 26? Why so soon? Suddenly, the vision of my life disappear and the man turn to me and say "tunai kan hajat mu dan tunai kan lah perintah Allah S.W.T sebelom terlambat" and he smile. That's when I woke up sweating all over. After that, this thing in my mind keep on haunting, "3 more years". Till today, I say to myself it is just a dream due to me not washing my legs before going to bed. Well, I hope so. Still, I will live my everyday life like it is my last. I blogging bout this not for sympathy, but I hope this thing can be a lesson to learnt for everyone. Minimise the the sins, and do what you are told to do. But hey, I'm not that angelic type or some kind of a HolyMan. I still rebel on certain things. Trying to my best to be a better Muslim. InsyAllah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what if it's true"&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/5803513717127879089-677649870921594920?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/677649870921594920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=677649870921594920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/677649870921594920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/677649870921594920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/01/signs-something-bothering-me-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R5jXuCck0aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w_fhXRC8a9c/s72-c/muslim+funeral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-5626774028246199095</id><published>2008-01-16T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:47:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking at things/people around me now I can see, happy ones, troubled ones, the faking ones and lots more. Well, this is life. Not everything in this world is fill with cotton candies, rainbows, butterflies and everything nice. Surely, you will go through some bad times. So, from where this bad times occurred from? You start to wonder. Is it yourself or is it something that is already written in a book(fate). Fate is a strong word for me. I'm not trying to challenge God's will or something but it is possible that you can change your fate with a strong and sincere heart. With the right effort and the right intention, Insyallah you will achieve it. If things didn't work out, don't give up, always remember this: It's not the end of the world. Tuhan itu maha Adil. As for those trying to save their relationship but didn't work out, Its their lost not yours. Good times will come for the patient ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the happy ones: Its really nice to see them smiling and it makes me want to smile more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the trouble ones: I wish I have Hiro Nakamura power to turn back time and undo things from there because my name is Diki Nakamura! hehe! But still, I'll try my best to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the faking ones: You can't fake for long. You will get hurt alone. You might want to commit suicide. Think about it. Seek for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for enquires please call&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="font-size:85%;"&gt;1800-Doktor-Diki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5803513717127879089-5626774028246199095?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5626774028246199095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=5626774028246199095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/5626774028246199095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/5626774028246199095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/01/fate-looking-at-thingspeople-around-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-6510762067285388226</id><published>2008-01-13T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:58:02.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;returned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!! Ok, I know I'm so expired now. Well, better late than never. So guys, I'm back! Done with a new skin, new me(I think so), new ambition, new life and the new goes on and on. No more complaining of me not updating my blog lah tu lah nie lah. You guys must understand my situation orite! I hope 2008 treat me well. Something I need to achieve so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read this article about my horoscope for 2008. Quite interesting. You want to know what's my plan for this year about how to find that "someone"? Most of my friends didn't agreed on it. Tak supportive langsung! It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I WILL only meet up with this "only God knows who she is" in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be FRIENDS with up to December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And get ATTACHED next Year, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What do you think? Do you think it'll work? *with no confidence at all* My friends are so against it. Haiyah! Don't noe lah, the bottom line is: Jodoh di tangan Tuhan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enough of my crap. Time to get serious now. Going to be 23 beb!! Takleh angkat, pikul and whatsoever beb!! But I'm always 16 at heart! But still need to act like an adult. Hmmm.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, its a good start for my 2008 and I hope the "Good" things will not fade away. Here are some 2008 pictures! Enjoy and see you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R4khZx9wCwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6GWaBcxi4_E/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154687975295027970" style="CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R4khZx9wCwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6GWaBcxi4_E/s200/DSC00238.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R4kihB9wCyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NdRwQAofzTk/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154689199360707362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R4kihB9wCyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NdRwQAofzTk/s200/DSC00170.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"the good boy and the bad boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i swear that bottle is not mine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R4kh8h9wCxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j9Jd7rm9I8E/s1600-h/DSCN4289.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R4kmsx9wCzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3LAqEhiIL64/s1600-h/DSCN4289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154693799270681394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R4kmsx9wCzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3LAqEhiIL64/s320/DSCN4289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"2008 gangster"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A'salamulaikum Warahmatuallah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-6510762067285388226?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6510762067285388226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=6510762067285388226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6510762067285388226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6510762067285388226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2008/01/returned-happy-new-year-ok-i-know-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/R4khZx9wCwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6GWaBcxi4_E/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-8066747720332075637</id><published>2007-11-03T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T11:38:04.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CosmicDust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would You Like To Hear It Too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so true, how you turn my world&lt;br /&gt;And make it oh so blue&lt;br /&gt;Oh its you, how my heart-shaped stars&lt;br /&gt;They beam and shine for you&lt;br /&gt;This song I wrote for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to hear it too?&lt;br /&gt;And if the falling cosmic dust sprinkles onto us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, we’ll last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so high&lt;br /&gt;Soaring through the skies, the sun it blinds my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lost my way&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the world below through different gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RyvsAkfC4FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/11tv-JsYWgs/s1600-h/serenaide.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128452095229485138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RyvsAkfC4FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/11tv-JsYWgs/s320/serenaide.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"serenaide"&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/5803513717127879089-8066747720332075637?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8066747720332075637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=8066747720332075637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/8066747720332075637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/8066747720332075637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/cosmicdust-would-you-like-to-hear-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RyvsAkfC4FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/11tv-JsYWgs/s72-c/serenaide.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-3517666173767372300</id><published>2007-10-27T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:35:45.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right! Dikizukairi had resigned his job in the "anggur company" leaving Mr Ben running the business alone. I heard that "anggur company" will be recruiting two more people: Farah and Narti, end of this year. (damn! what are they thinking?) Anyway, my contribution to the company have make me realise that I can't make it in that industry. No benefit or whatsoever. The only thing is, you enjoy a longer time sleeping. So, I wish all the best to "anggur company" in the future business endeavor. Credits to Asmida Bte Othman for making me officially "employed". Thanks a million Babe! Although its only a Temporary position, I still earning bucks you see. Everything was good about this job, for now. The venue: OneFulerton, Working hours:9.30am to 6.00pm, 5 days work: my Saturday is save! The Colleague: Nice people, although I'm the only malay guy in the department. Well, to early to judge lah eh. I hope I can switch to a permanent staff there soon. Once again, thank you so very much for informing me about this job opening. Thank you As!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RyLljEfC4EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sVd-3O0NKVA/s1600-h/1fullerton.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125911716563181634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RyLljEfC4EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sVd-3O0NKVA/s320/1fullerton.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"the place that i will get bored soon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;match-making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do you think match making still exist today? no offence here. There is nothing wrong when someone try to match make you with her/his friends, cousins, acquaintance or even a total stranger. Its a good intention at heart the"match maker" had and it will be very much appreciated. I wouldn't mind if people wants to match make me with someone. If there's chemistry going on with me and her, why not? But if there's no special feeling or a cupid doesn't appear to shoot a love spell arrow at my butt, I think its better not to force love cause It may not turn out to be a happily ever after ending. Forcing love is the same as not being sincere to your partner, that's the bottom line. There's a saying: "jodoh di tangan Tuhan" still, anything can happen babey! Unpredictable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;christina aguilera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I get reminded of christina aguilera out of nowhere. That's weird! Well, I use to have a crush on her, let me tell you a secret: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's was when I'm still with As back den. Shhh... she still don't know about it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not really in favor of what she is now. Good girl gone wild. I like the young Christina Aguilera, so sweet!! like sugar! *&lt;strong&gt;noted: ana&lt;/strong&gt;*. What a girl wants, still a HIT for me. Any girls out there would want to sing that song for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-3517666173767372300?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3517666173767372300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=3517666173767372300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/3517666173767372300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/3517666173767372300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/10/alhamdulillah-thats-right-dikizukairi.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RyLljEfC4EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sVd-3O0NKVA/s72-c/1fullerton.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-6895819531784282807</id><published>2007-10-22T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:12:37.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syawal is still going on strong here. Here and there people visiting relative and friends house to house. With the “&lt;strong&gt;gadis-gadis&lt;/strong&gt;” in their baju kurung make them look so sweet like chocolate. *&lt;strong&gt;winkz&lt;/strong&gt;* Only Hari Raya and at Malay Wedding you can see them in Baju Kurung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mr Ben were invited to Farah’s open house. We are so called the special guest. Firstly, we are served with chicken curry and bread, delicious! Secondly, we were moved to a “&lt;strong&gt;so called&lt;/strong&gt;” holding area because her relative came. The color of the room really makes my day. It was pink plus the room is air-conditioned. La-la land almost got me. But, I can tahan my eyes unlike Mr Ben, gone in no time. After the open house, have officially “&lt;strong&gt;close&lt;/strong&gt;” there’s a mini “&lt;strong&gt;open house&lt;/strong&gt;” for the three of us and Gigg came last minute. Watching Man Utd vs Aston Villa! Its been a long time we watch soccer together. As per normal, Ben, the “macam paham” guy stay with the match only for 10 minutes and to lala land after that and followed by Gigg. Only Farah and me the true Man Utd’s fan that is still cheering till the victory of Man Utd. I have a great time there. The best open house ever. So guys, if you have that kind of “open house” do invite me ok! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxuiWOMNP8I/AAAAAAAAADk/kEfkE2HzKns/s1600-h/CARUA5BN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123867503714189250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxuiWOMNP8I/AAAAAAAAADk/kEfkE2HzKns/s320/CARUA5BN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxuiiuMNP9I/AAAAAAAAADs/d0M9ogyEjyQ/s1600-h/CAWXKLWR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123867718462554066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxuiiuMNP9I/AAAAAAAAADs/d0M9ogyEjyQ/s320/CAWXKLWR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"pilih lah yang mane satu bekenan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gigg and Ain were the first guest among my friends. Credits for them. Sorry Gigg, rumah takde makan. Followed by As and Joe and their two other friends. Who’s next? I’m waiting for the animal kingdom to be my guest on the 27th. Takyah nak gie zoo. Anyway, I would like to congratulate &lt;strong&gt;Asmida Bte Othman&lt;/strong&gt; upon passing her class 2B. Cheers! I’m happy for you and at the same time worried. Ride safely yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxugXeMNP6I/AAAAAAAAADU/t4Fx1gdKGPE/s1600-h/DSCN2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123865326165770146" style="CURSOR: hand" height="250" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxugXeMNP6I/AAAAAAAAADU/t4Fx1gdKGPE/s320/DSCN2934.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rxug2-MNP7I/AAAAAAAAADc/Z-XvMYs7hZE/s1600-h/DSCN2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123865867331649458" style="CURSOR: hand" height="248" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rxug2-MNP7I/AAAAAAAAADc/Z-XvMYs7hZE/s320/DSCN2935.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just now, Me and Ben were taking about riding a scooter(Vespa) and stuff. It really motivates me to achieve something that I really want for a long time before I die that is to cruise around Singapore with my Vespa. *&lt;strong&gt;dreaming&lt;/strong&gt;* and I’m going to name my vespa: Paris. INSYALLAH! I hope I can achieve it sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxujJOMNP-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/evG7hwD4nSQ/s1600-h/DSCN2908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123868379887517666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxujJOMNP-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/evG7hwD4nSQ/s320/DSCN2908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxujjuMNP_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gi2V4KkvHHA/s1600-h/DSCN2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123868835154051058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxujjuMNP_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gi2V4KkvHHA/s320/DSCN2909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"jangan tak jadi lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope you guys see me with Paris on the next year Hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum Warahmatuallah.&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/5803513717127879089-6895819531784282807?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6895819531784282807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=6895819531784282807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6895819531784282807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/6895819531784282807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/10/paris-syawal-is-still-going-on-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxuiWOMNP8I/AAAAAAAAADk/kEfkE2HzKns/s72-c/CARUA5BN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-2257437053388531876</id><published>2007-10-16T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:41:11.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;photos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri Maaf Zahri dan Batin! I'm really high on Hari Raya Mood for now. Too busy to blog. Surprisingly my Hari Raya for this year turn out to be good although celebrating it with the status: &lt;strong&gt;SINGLE &lt;/strong&gt;after for so many years. Its a good thing afterall celebrating Hari Raya when you are single. Maybe, maybe not. I don't know. But I'm sure I'll get HIT when I see couples berjalan Hari Raya with the couple suits. Awww.. it so remind me of something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, me, Ben and Farah were invited to Zila's open house and I break my fast there with yummylicious food. Tak sia-sia saye sabar menanti. After that we head to As house. Sengkang is still the same. Very peaceful and full of memories. I get to see the photo album, Me and As, Starkids. I keep on flipping the album over and over again. My school days pics, Hari Raya pics and all the good times captured and its still in mint condition. Credits to As. Still, life have to go on. No regrets. Get to meet As's mom, sister, everybody lah. Was expecting food at As house. Kinda mish her mom's cooking but her mom went out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxTL2OMNP5I/AAAAAAAAADM/EISR9lWsKtk/s1600-h/DSCN2680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121942808609767314" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px" height="340" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxTL2OMNP5I/AAAAAAAAADM/EISR9lWsKtk/s320/DSCN2680.JPG" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"fire star"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxTKleMNP3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/yLBznIziOCo/s1600-h/CAM76V2D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121941421335330674" style="WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="250" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxTKleMNP3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/yLBznIziOCo/s320/CAM76V2D.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"rasiah perkawinan"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxTLJOMNP4I/AAAAAAAAADE/xGCbxOfQ1No/s1600-h/CAOHMZCL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121942035515654018" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="252" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxTLJOMNP4I/AAAAAAAAADE/xGCbxOfQ1No/s320/CAOHMZCL.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ibu dan bapa angkat saye"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went home via Cab. Sent Farah home first then head to Teh Tarik Cafe for supper and meet up with Gigga and his friend, Sharul. The conversation we had &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt; is about religion. Like wow! Sharul is a knowledgeable guy. Gua salute lah lu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till my my next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&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/5803513717127879089-2257437053388531876?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2257437053388531876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=2257437053388531876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/2257437053388531876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/2257437053388531876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/10/photos-selamat-hari-raya-aidil-fitri.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RxTL2OMNP5I/AAAAAAAAADM/EISR9lWsKtk/s72-c/DSCN2680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-7578492906026709532</id><published>2007-10-12T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T04:01:14.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sparkling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Ramadhan, Syawal is here. Not forgeting welcoming back the sinners! I hope I will stay focus even after Ramadhan :) My last week of Ramadhan was Great! Berbuke Puase bersama teman-teman. Bought my Black Baju Kurung, courtesy of Ana, Wan and Ain. Mah Kasih yah bapak-bapak sama ibuk-ibuk. Well, I'm too excited to type anything for now. Let the Pixies do the talking yah. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw54SOMNPxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0vc6JA5s7sk/s1600-h/DSCN2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120162080809107218" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw54SOMNPxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0vc6JA5s7sk/s320/DSCN2526.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"festival"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw52vOMNPvI/AAAAAAAAACA/iMvcDIOt7dg/s1600-h/DSCN2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120160380002057970" style="WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="251" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw52vOMNPvI/AAAAAAAAACA/iMvcDIOt7dg/s320/DSCN2552.JPG" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"once soldiers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw53RuMNPwI/AAAAAAAAACI/rejCt-xiGm8/s1600-h/DSCN2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120160972707544834" style="CURSOR: hand" height="246" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw53RuMNPwI/AAAAAAAAACI/rejCt-xiGm8/s320/DSCN2557.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"lawa kan ade boat kat tengah-tengah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDIL FITRI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(rehersal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-actual will be on "malam raya"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw56p-MNPzI/AAAAAAAAACc/AQqOIt3tF6c/s1600-h/DSCN2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120164687854255922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw56p-MNPzI/AAAAAAAAACc/AQqOIt3tF6c/s320/DSCN2682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw57meMNP0I/AAAAAAAAACk/qPMDQMUXvdo/s1600-h/DSCN2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165727236341570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw57meMNP0I/AAAAAAAAACk/qPMDQMUXvdo/s320/DSCN2672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw58iuMNP1I/AAAAAAAAACs/nt9cHE5O_ag/s1600-h/DSCN2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120166762323459922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw58iuMNP1I/AAAAAAAAACs/nt9cHE5O_ag/s320/DSCN2668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120167423748423522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw59JOMNP2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ER-aUgvFckQ/s320/DSCN2670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"we been wanting to do this for a very long time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*stay tune for more*&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/5803513717127879089-7578492906026709532?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7578492906026709532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=7578492906026709532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/7578492906026709532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/7578492906026709532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/10/sparkling-goodbye-ramadhan-syawal-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rw54SOMNPxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0vc6JA5s7sk/s72-c/DSCN2526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-1315434235443586449</id><published>2007-10-05T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:52:24.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;flicker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;October is here, leaving September behind. The ending of Ramadhan is nearing and will be replace by Shaywal soon. Everything is good now. Doing alot of staring at the wall thinking about whats going on. Had come to a conclusion. Alhamdulilah! I hope this will lead me to something good. Insyallah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had my 2nd break fast outing with friends. The venue: Marina Square Foodcourt! The gang: Farah, Ain, Gigg, Us and Ben the rusty star. Wanted to buy Bawal Penyet but the lady nye sound rosak she gave me lele penyet. Waduh buk! Sound nya rosak sih! Well, I'm not fussy, just take it as my stomach yelling at me "bedal je lah!". As I was ordering the food, I saw this couple, they were happily eating lah sey! Blom buke lah sey! What a disgrace. People are busy preparing for break fast and here they are with no sense of respect eating happily like nobody business. And then what, when comes to Hari Raya they are the most engross, glamorous and macam paham people around as if they know the real meaning of Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Astarfirallahalazim! Enough lah, buat aku nak maki je pikir sal tu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the makan-makan, we escort Farah to the bustop cause she's leaving her boyfriend, Mr Ben behind for Mr Speedo! Gosh farah! what were you thinking? Later I have to layan kan his crying tau! Its Ok ben, its only for awhile. While waiting, the flash start to flicker! This is what happen at the bustop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwX9NeMNPpI/AAAAAAAAABU/qAWEJMP8RTY/s1600-h/DSCN2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117774959460826770" style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="265" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwX9NeMNPpI/AAAAAAAAABU/qAWEJMP8RTY/s320/DSCN2488.JPG" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"the cartoon heroes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwX_PeMNPqI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z7GcS-oZUuc/s1600-h/DSCN2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117777192843820706" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px" height="331" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwX_PeMNPqI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z7GcS-oZUuc/s320/DSCN2482.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"i had enough already, she still go on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwYAu-MNPrI/AAAAAAAAABk/su_kVMsd6uA/s1600-h/DSCN2473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117778833521327794" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" height="329" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwYAu-MNPrI/AAAAAAAAABk/su_kVMsd6uA/s320/DSCN2473.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"thats it! pose for Fashion Police. I need a makeover!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So off Farah goes with Mr Speedo drivin away from our sight as Mr Ben stare at the no. plate. Ben, don't tell me you goin to..... Aiyoh Farah! Left the four of us and we head to ESPLANADE for a chill out session. Part 2 of the flickering: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwYC3uMNPsI/AAAAAAAAABs/NoPoImU8Ly8/s1600-h/DSCN2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117781182868438722" style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="248" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwYC3uMNPsI/AAAAAAAAABs/NoPoImU8Ly8/s320/DSCN2497.JPG" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Mr Ben still upset with Farah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwYD_OMNPuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tFb60_TFi-I/s1600-h/DSCN2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117782411229085410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwYD_OMNPuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tFb60_TFi-I/s320/DSCN2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"father and daugther"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward for the 3rd break fast outing on Monday! This time around, its going to be more massive. Stay tune for it yah! Till my next post..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm goin to miss Ramadhan and her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5803513717127879089-1315434235443586449?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1315434235443586449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=1315434235443586449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/1315434235443586449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/1315434235443586449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/10/flicker-october-come-leaving-september.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwX9NeMNPpI/AAAAAAAAABU/qAWEJMP8RTY/s72-c/DSCN2488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-5250664094158636282</id><published>2007-10-03T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:19:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;defeated&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take away the sensation inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bitter sweet migraine in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can't take this feeling anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This sensations overwhelming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Give me a long kiss goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tell me that I won't feel a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So give me Novacaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of body and out of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kiss the demons out of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I get the funny feeling, that’s alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jimmy says it's better than here,I’ll tell you what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwKYROMNPoI/AAAAAAAAABM/SNB4ivf_xgU/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116819548280798850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwKYROMNPoI/AAAAAAAAABM/SNB4ivf_xgU/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"numb"&lt;/em&gt;&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/5803513717127879089-5250664094158636282?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5250664094158636282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=5250664094158636282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/5250664094158636282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/5250664094158636282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/10/defeated-take-away-sensation-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RwKYROMNPoI/AAAAAAAAABM/SNB4ivf_xgU/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-1875379887153429908</id><published>2007-09-29T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T04:06:55.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can’t really smile right now.. What happen? Hmmmm.. Thinking about something perhaps? I’m not sure myself. Some say, the good times come and go. Nothing last forever. I’m not going into details of what had happened. Only this: &lt;strong&gt;Good intention= farked up!&lt;/strong&gt; That is what Dikizukairi experience in life most of the time. Hey! Aren’t you sick of yourself Mr Dikizukairi? What is so good being yourself? Damn! Enough said already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rv1aQ-MNPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/LBNKhHEKHGA/s1600-h/DSCN2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115343999381356146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rv1aQ-MNPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/LBNKhHEKHGA/s320/DSCN2351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"good intention= farked up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have something to share with you guys since my dear friend Ms Ana is in a “lovestruck” mood or should I say “having a crush” mood. I’m so happy for you girl! You’re making progression here. This is something from my own words I wrote about having a crush that’s was inspired by the boredom I’ve gone through. It’s all about having a crush. So, having a crush with someone, should that someone knows about it? Should we open up to that someone we had a crush on? What do you think? The chance might slip away if you wait too long you see. Heed my lecture girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this song goes out to every lovebirds out the! So nice to be in love right! The song is called, &lt;strong&gt;Crush at the Baybeats&lt;/strong&gt; and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jumping around like the kids in the pit&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I thought for a bit&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the heat, you lay your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the night with my friends we had fun&lt;br /&gt;Together we laugh and together we run&lt;br /&gt;Away from the scene that’s when we start to rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was loud I can’t hear what she say&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be cool well I thought its okay&lt;br /&gt;Throwing our hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and dance like we don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, you know me out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it seems so true&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben- vocalist&lt;br /&gt;Diki- Guitar tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! You can also sing along at the Ear Wax section!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-1875379887153429908?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1875379887153429908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=1875379887153429908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/1875379887153429908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/1875379887153429908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/intention-i-cant-really-smile-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rv1aQ-MNPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/LBNKhHEKHGA/s72-c/DSCN2351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-3108491988236255309</id><published>2007-09-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:49:43.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday was full of excitement but skip my Solat Terawih for the first time. I was surrounded by people they call themselves “&lt;strong&gt;Animal Kingdom&lt;/strong&gt;”. No, I’m not in the zoo or some jungle. I’m with Ana, Naha, Ain, Daililah and Farah breaking fast together at this Kopitiam at Millenia Walk. Breaking fast while enjoying Chinese Drama and they watch till the end as it is the final episode. I must say that Ana and Daililah when watching the Chinese Drama they were as if watching a soccer match on TV. Commentating every action the guy in the Drama acts and stuff. They will go: “Awwwww..” then: “hug her lah!!” and it goes on and on until suddenly “someone” notice them. From what I heard Ana caught that “someone” eyes. Ana freak out. “&lt;em&gt;Tu lah, bising-bising lagi! Kan prince charming dah dating. Asal tak ckp: ouhh it you!” hehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running away from Ana’s Prince Charming we headed to Geylang Serai via MRT. Before I go any further of what happened in the train I would like to share with you guys out there some Lesson to be Learn: Never take pictures in a moving train. This is what happens: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvU0ZeMNPkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dZR4VWFY4mA/s1600-h/P1030686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113050564154703426" style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="262" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvU0ZeMNPkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dZR4VWFY4mA/s320/P1030686.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"the incident"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the destination I could feel the heat already! Gosh! Pack with People and “gadis-gadis jelita”. Going to Geylang as if they were going to Zouk Out or something. Our journey begins. Walking, looking, browsing still nothing caught the eye. We didn’t even buy anything down there. Ain felt tired and we decided to make a move. Kecian Dier! A long the way we saw things I don’t wish to elaborate more about it. Not the time yet. At the train platform we wave our goodbye to Ain and headed home. Still in the train, the camwhoring didn’t stop them although of the incident happened earlier. What can I say, I really enjoy the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvU3cuMNPlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MdE-t_Zjpik/s1600-h/P1030698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113053918524161618" style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvU3cuMNPlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MdE-t_Zjpik/s320/P1030698.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"They hire me as their photographer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvU3yeMNPmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HJrFhFCrmyg/s1600-h/P1030692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113054292186316386" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvU3yeMNPmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HJrFhFCrmyg/s320/P1030692.JPG" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The photographer's outcome"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-3108491988236255309?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3108491988236255309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=3108491988236255309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/3108491988236255309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/3108491988236255309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/incident-friday-was-full-of-excitement.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvU0ZeMNPkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dZR4VWFY4mA/s72-c/P1030686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-1061890203614208440</id><published>2007-09-20T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T02:28:32.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alhamdullilah my Ramadhan is going on smoothly. No hiccups along the way and an achievement have been made, Solat Terawih – without fail. Although after filling the hungry stomach that makes me lazy after that but I manage to fulfill my target for this year’s Ramadhan. Yeahness!! Now, that I’m starting to eat Kurma after all this year not touching it when serve at the dining table. Sweetness! Its good to break fast by eating Kurma first. One of Nabi Muhammad S.A.W Sunnah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now I’ve been listening to this Hot Topic show at Ria 89.7FM. *courtesy of Ana* It’s about relationship, break-ups and stuff. Gosh! There are people that gone through much more pain than I heard stories from people around me. Imagine 5 years of relationship ends just like that and the reason: “all this years, it’s more to sympathy than love”. This is what one of the caller feeling sad as she’s going to break down anytime while sharing her experience. So, is long term relationship risky? Do you know anyone around you been holding up the relationship until now since secondary school days or better, since primary school days and still going strong? If there is, that’s what I call L.O.V.E! But why? Why have to hurt that someone? Doesn’t it felt wasted? Anyway you still have to spend your lifetime with someone you call your husband/wife. Pain is love or love is pain. I’m not sure which one is the correct one. Still it’s going to hurt if the two hand doesn’t clap together. Be sure to make the right choice people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvFoMLBhmHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RfKcT78jrxc/s1600-h/DSCF3577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111981610369128562" style="WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" height="270" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvFoMLBhmHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RfKcT78jrxc/s320/DSCF3577.JPG" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"the couple I looked up to"&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/5803513717127879089-1061890203614208440?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1061890203614208440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=1061890203614208440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/1061890203614208440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/1061890203614208440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/pain-alhamdullilah-my-ramadhan-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/RvFoMLBhmHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RfKcT78jrxc/s72-c/DSCF3577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-5844251665634472371</id><published>2007-09-13T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T03:39:33.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Islam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for Ramadhan, and now its here. The sinners are far away from the keen ones that uphold Ramadhan. This month is also a month where it trains us to be patient and reminds us of the hardship of those who do not have enough food or drink to survive. I will try my best not to curse or say anything bad. Its a hard one though. It would be great if I could maintain in this manner even after Ramadhan. Alhamdullilah! I hope, people out there having the respect for this holy month as I encounter some unsightly things in the past Ramadhan. Hey, 1 month of fasting only! Come on! And yah, Selamat Bersahur dan Berbuke later. First day of Berbuke, lots of delicacies on the dinning table. The fasting, patient and all the good deeds is definitely worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;waktu berbuka: 7.05pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rug8XJqDK9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/aSzNRj0IPpQ/s1600-h/al+quran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109400145678773202" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rug8XJqDK9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/aSzNRj0IPpQ/s320/al+quran.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The month of Ramadân in which was revealed the Qur'ân"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rug-oZqDK-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tGDbXTI1uCQ/s1600-h/sultan+masjid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109402641054772194" style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="230" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rug-oZqDK-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tGDbXTI1uCQ/s320/sultan+masjid.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"seek for forgiveness"&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/5803513717127879089-5844251665634472371?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5844251665634472371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=5844251665634472371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/5844251665634472371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/5844251665634472371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/islam-looking-forward-for-ramadhan-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGvLtJpf7Fc/Rug8XJqDK9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/aSzNRj0IPpQ/s72-c/al+quran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-8635224924826065809</id><published>2007-09-10T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:09:30.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dedication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*M.O.N.D.A.Y_S.U.C.K.S* this is what some people be whining about when they are on the way to work in the morning. Well, sooner or later I will join the whining. Anyway, something struck me when I open my eyes from my sleep. I've got a bad dream. Its not about me but its about a girl, crying begging her boyfriend not to leave her. I don't quite recognise the girl, but it seems that I really know the girl very well. The worse thing is, it felt so real as I can really feel the emotion the girl in my dream going thru. After awhile i feel something running down my cheek. Air mata mengalir lah siol!! Damn I feel so sissy for a while. But this thing really hit me. Waking up my senses. To see a girl cry really a heartbreaking one. Sometimes, I wonder. Why guys have to leave the girl who had gone thru the ups and down, thick and thin and every obstacle in life for the relationship. Are they dumb or what? And worse, leaving the good one for the bad one. Well guys like that, good luck is all I can say. People around me been experiencing this sad things. No need to mention names. I'm sure good things awaits them in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dedicate this song to all the girls out there and the heartless creatures among them. Listen to the song carefully and I hope all the guys out there can be a good boyfriend for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She puts the color inside of my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she's just like a maze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where all of the walls all continually change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I've done all I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm starting to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it's got nothing to do with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, you see that skin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the same she's been standing in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since the day she saw him walking away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now she's left cleaning up the mess he made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boys, you can break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll find out how much they can take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But boys would be gone without the warmth from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman's good, good heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On behalf of every man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking out for every girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the god and the weight of her world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;people around me share their stories about their relationship. And really showed me what guys are capable of when leaving them to end the relationship. Boredom lead to something me myself didn't realise that I wrote something that turn out to be a song. You guys give me inspiration lah! it goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The night has fall, she's all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sitting right beside the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She thinks of him every now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pain you hold will never end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"im sorry" he says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;leaving her tonight in disarray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"please don't go" she cries, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hoping for him to turn not say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;all the tears you cried it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you hurt yourself it breaks my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you got to be strong to pull this thru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now take my hand I'll be here for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She have the thought of letting go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems so hard to let him know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What he have done its clear to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wishing him to disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="395" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/DSCN2194.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"pick of my life *responsible for songs bout you*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="395" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/DSCN2191.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a chepo guitar yet faithful to me"&lt;/em&gt;&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/5803513717127879089-8635224924826065809?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8635224924826065809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=8635224924826065809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/8635224924826065809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/8635224924826065809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/dedication-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-8997838888290734018</id><published>2007-09-09T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T04:40:06.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gembira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aha! At last, my fingers is back at the keyboard. Feel so good. Well, can't stop smiling now. Excitement in the air. Laughter everywhere. Snaping pictures here and there. People around me makes me smile! Credits to &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Farah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ana&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Liyana&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Narti&lt;/strong&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt; and everyone who I didn't mention their names that somehow makes me smile, you guys rock! And not forgetting to say, &lt;strong&gt;Alhamdullilah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Shyukur&lt;/strong&gt;! Never felt better after the ups and down of my life back then. Let me show you some of my excitement that I have encounter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a random Friday I thought at first. The same routine, to the mouqse for Friday prayers, visit grandma and play "&lt;strong&gt;tembak-tembak&lt;/strong&gt;" with &lt;strong&gt;Yusof&lt;/strong&gt;. Upon reaching home, I remember Ben ask me to call Liyana and I wonder what its all about. Liyana wanted to have a chill session with us. Ben, Farah and me! So, we meet up at Marina and have a good chat! Hearing what Liyana have to say. Funny lah! She make a good storyteller. Complete with humour, violent, romance dan macam2 lagi lah. After the talking and hearing, we proceed to Esplanade. That's when they turn me to "The Photographer". Gosh! Amik kesempatan! haha! Well, wanted to become a photographer one day and i think it really come true now! *haiz* But overall, there's only one word to describe that night: F.U.N!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*for pics, please refer it to Farah's blog*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Special Saturday I must say! This is what I call weekend! This time around, the gang consist: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben - the "Oldest" among us but doesn't act like one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Farah - the Happy Single but sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana - the "just rebonded hair girl" but crazy at times, hmm.. all the time ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Narti - the "belated Birthday girl" but piok for the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diki - ___________________________ (please fill in the blank at the tagboard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="363" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/DSCN2162.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the young and dangerous and happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Bean is the venue. Chill like there's no tomorrow. Some people have to work and some people going fishing tomorrow. But me, I'll be dreaming on my bed dreaming the good stuff! I really had fun with them on that wonderful Saturday Night Fever! Looking forward for the next chilling session! This time, lets have more people to fill in the gangs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-8997838888290734018?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8997838888290734018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=8997838888290734018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/8997838888290734018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/8997838888290734018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/gembira-aha-at-last-my-fingers-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-775074228188636920</id><published>2007-09-04T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:53:16.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me recap what had happen. Firstly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kawan-kawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm so sorry for making you guys worried for me on Saturday. Feel so bad. I have my reason for it actually but i don't think i should drag this thing further. Misunderstanding might occur. I'm sorry once again. So touched to hear that you guys panic during my MIA. I think i should do it again. Nah.. kidding babey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orang Kawin Day!! That's right. Sunday is the day when you hear pakcik2 and makcik2 voices rise up to your kitchen window if you are unlucky. Karaoke beb! Can be categorise as &lt;strong&gt;MASSIVE&lt;/strong&gt; noise pollution. No hard feeling yah makcik2 and pakcik2 out there. Not to so into it but appreciates it. The main thing is to congratulate Norafiza aka kak mok! She's married! Yeah! i'm so happy for her. Wanted to stay to witness her in the "baju pengantin" but sorry Fiza, I’m running late. Anyway, hope you have a never ending happiness with your love ones. Mrs. Fiza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BTW, its ironic that after posting bout hoping the kids get back in action soon, it really happen! So soon! Cause we are all invited to Fiza's wedding. So, staring &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Joe&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Diki&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;As&lt;/strong&gt;! We had good time talking and catch up on things. It feels like old times. Got this one time I feel so speechless when me talking to Fiza's sister and As happen standing beside me. Fiza's sister says: "Eh, korang dah lame eh." I was like: *speechless* gosh! But, it doesn't matter anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, the reason that i'm running late is that i've got a family dinner to attend to. My part 2 of indulgence. This time is at Little India. Its Sunday mind you. Gosh! I feel so suffocated. It feels like I'm in India. Well, Sunday is the day where the bangladeshi workers enjoy after all the hard work doing the Hard Life jobs for Singapore. They deserve it but please ah, be cooperative ah dey! You guys are in Singapore remember! Enough of them. Back to the dinner part. It was &lt;strong&gt;SUPERB&lt;/strong&gt;! Credits for my makcikz! Satisfaction I must say. I was really engross with the indulgence that I'm in my own world and really can't recall what happen there. The only thing i remember is: BURP!! Alhamdulilah! *rubbing my tummy*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is my indulgence. (part 3) *usher confession tune* Like, again.. This time around, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Farahshilla &lt;/strong&gt;responsible for it! Treat Day! At breeks! Baked Pasta Nepolian for me! Yummy! Another satisfaction! Credits to &lt;strong&gt;Ms Farahshilla&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks Beb. Ashik makan free je aku nie. (you guys probably goes: &lt;strong&gt;TAU TAKPE!&lt;/strong&gt;) If you want a treat from me so badly, get someone to hire me so that i can earn money and treat you guys. How bout that? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/P1040219.jpg" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="270" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/P1040211.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="270" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/P1040217.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After dinner, we end up watching Lion Dance Competition just outside ngee ann city. I wonder why &lt;strong&gt;Ms Farahshilla&lt;/strong&gt; willing to stay until the end just to see the Abang performing the lion dance. Me and &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; can perform for you if you want. Better than those guys! We call it the dog dance. Ben at the front and me at the back struggling to carry him when we do the stunts. I think the next thing I know is, waking up at Tan Tock Seng Hospital with broken bones here and there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that unexpected plan, we head to somerset mrt. And that's where the scandalous us begins! Gosh! Ape maksud kite nie sebenar nye? I don't know what to say. Please have your say at the tagboard bout what you think bout the scandalous us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is what meant by "we are single, we can fuck each other". I think we can carried away by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/P1040238.jpg" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="270" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/P1040240.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="270" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/P1040239.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/P1040237.jpg" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey, we saw Snoop Doggy Dog in the train. I think he can't make it in the rap business anymore. Maybe he's spending his retirement here in Singapore @ Admiralty. So kids, when you become a superstar in future just remember this: The star doesn't shine forever, it will rust someday. Just look like uncle Snoop now. Actually this indian guy look exacly like Snoop Dog, but the &lt;strong&gt;"star shit thingy"&lt;/strong&gt; is true lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Till my next post then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: Ana! lu tak rock ah beb high fever plak. Tu lah mkn besar banyak2 lagi. kan2! jgn lupe mkn obat dan cepat2 baik. saye nak nenok rambot rebond awak tu!&lt;/em&gt;&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/5803513717127879089-775074228188636920?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/775074228188636920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=775074228188636920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/775074228188636920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/775074228188636920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/indulgence-let-me-recap-what-had-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-4051667421422766384</id><published>2007-09-01T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:04:13.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wake up in the morning, welcoming September, thinking what is the day today? Damn it, Saturday! The weekends. The day kids go out to have fun with their love ones and friends chilling out together like there's no tomorrow. Keep on checking my handphone to see if there's sms or a call from someone who needs my company to go out with of something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, my weekends is pack with fun and laughter. That is the best time of my life ever. We fly kites at Marina Bay, playing XBOX Def Jam and illegally having a 4 player controller on it and as always I'm the champion!, picnics at East Coast Park playing our favourite beach sports: Frisbee, enjoying fireworks on National Day and many more activities. I really had fun back then. I wouldn't want to trade anything for those kids. Things now are not the way it use to be anymore. I guess this is the growing up. But I'm A-OK now. Honestly. Its true that I miss the old times where we had fun but it is fated that things turn out to be this way. Maybe this is the best for everyone. Maybe not. But life still go on and the memories will be always remembered. Have no regret or thinking of revenge over this thing or whatsoever. In fact, wishing all the best to those kids. Maybe we'll be back in action one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="170" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/Picture032.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="227" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/Picture031.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="138" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/Picture033.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="158" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/Picture034.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"one of the burned Saturday"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="205" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/IMG_1023.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="335" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/IMG_1032.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="257" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/IMG_1022.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="546" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/diki/IMG_1011.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kiddos at work"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-4051667421422766384?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4051667421422766384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=4051667421422766384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/4051667421422766384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/4051667421422766384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803513717127879089.post-7686601299560614482</id><published>2007-08-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:26:23.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I sure about this?</title><content type='html'>I know, i know you guys probably be thinking, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Diki&lt;/span&gt;? blogging? *laugh their heart out*.  Well, me too wondering what am I thinking? This time around I have something to talk about.  With people around me now, and as always the guy who people mistaken him as my gay partner: Mr. Ben, loads of story to tell. BTW I'm not gay! Please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, you guys not helping me out here. I need a female companion. Anyway, i think its time for me to share my stories with the public. And also, recently i come across this article "you can improve your English by blogging" says Jamie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yeo&lt;/span&gt;! You will come across grammar mistake and stuff through out my posting cause I sucks in English. I'm doing something good here by improving my English you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging-&lt;br /&gt;people blog in different ways. Gossip, a journal, complaint, arguing, promoting and even slamming people and bringing them down. Gosh! Blogging can be life threatening though. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have haters from this blog or a lover perhaps. Hopefully no hatters but lovers! Hey, it sound so "playboy!". But come to think of it, playboy huh.. what is it like to be a playboy? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. *thinking* Nah... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Diki&lt;/span&gt; playboy?? *laughs* Even my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; agree on that. But anything might happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;babey&lt;/span&gt;! I might be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;murderer&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People! Sit back, relax and enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;crappyness&lt;/span&gt;, happiness, sadness moments of my everyday life that is yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5803513717127879089-7686601299560614482?l=the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7686601299560614482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803513717127879089&amp;postID=7686601299560614482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/7686601299560614482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803513717127879089/posts/default/7686601299560614482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-goodboy-secrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/am-i-sure-about-this.html' title='Am I sure about this?'/><author><name>Dikiz star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02867495338643323788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
