tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164117322024-03-07T15:23:25.817-08:00Ruang RelaxKuruang ini tempat aku merelaxkan diri (paparan lirik lagu yang aku minati, buku2 cerita yang aku baca, filem atau drama yang aku tonton, dsb) di mana aku berkongsi dengan sesiapa yang sudi melayari blog ini walau untuk beberapa saat sahajaKnew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-34780067643087501622010-09-27T20:22:00.001-07:002010-09-27T20:23:01.995-07:00Menjenguk sebentar...lama aku tinggalkan blog ni. nasib baik masih boleh beroperasi lagi. huhuhu..Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-64527196989574522402009-09-06T03:47:00.000-07:002009-09-06T04:11:02.442-07:00G.E.R.A.M.Cuti ni tension betul aku. Internet punye la slow. Usah kata nak bukak banyak window, bukak satu pun mengengsot. Huhuhu... Sakit jiwa aku dibuatnya.<br /><br />Cuti ni aku tak balik Sentul. Boring jugak rasanya. Buku cerita pun dah habis aku baca, sampaikan tak tahu dah nak baca apa.Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-44511518168552542632009-05-07T19:08:00.000-07:002009-05-07T19:11:47.638-07:00Kamu by Nitrus<p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Umpama bidadari<span id="more-572"></span><br />Yang turun dari kayangan<br />Indah nian tak berbandingan<br />Terasa bagai disentuh bayangan mu</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Korus)<br />Sesungguhnya kamu terang bagaikan cahaya<br />Yang menyinari hidupku dikala ku kelam.. kelam<br />Terciptalah aku tuk kali pertama<br />Dan akan ku buktikan kesungguhan dari hati ini<br />Hati ini…</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Umpama bidadari<br />Kau selalu menyenangkan aku<br />Biar kadang ku terkeliru<br />Izinkan aku menyentuh bayanganmu</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Ulang korus)<br />Terciptanya aku untuk kau (3x)<br />(Ulang korus)</span></p>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-59617139918982348102009-01-16T01:14:00.000-08:002009-01-16T01:18:20.533-08:00MULANYA 1 CINTA ~ Rose Harissa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XE9yFMltyizQNXy9lo94Vl4kKPDnKplifbGkMF9jCelgHynNlzrTa-3t5mt6Te02d6dUBZDEekEQFl2GzScJIvDG7LsZYV_zxJluJctsvQL-HxuwAzkNb543hoUyz3z4YXbxdA/s1600-h/Mulanya+Satu+Cinta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XE9yFMltyizQNXy9lo94Vl4kKPDnKplifbGkMF9jCelgHynNlzrTa-3t5mt6Te02d6dUBZDEekEQFl2GzScJIvDG7LsZYV_zxJluJctsvQL-HxuwAzkNb543hoUyz3z4YXbxdA/s320/Mulanya+Satu+Cinta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291818251007512402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>EDDY EZLI</strong> dan Khairina berkahwin di luar negara ketika mereka masih bergelar pelajar. Malangnya, ketika anak mereka, Afizan berusia dua bulan, Khairina berlaku curang kerana desakan hidup di rantau orang. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Akibat mengejar cinta lain, Khairina meminta cerai dan hak penjagaan anak diserahkan kepada Ezli. Kerana dikecewakan, Ezli menutup pintu hatinya untuk menerima kehadiran wanita di dalam hidupnya. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Namun, permulaan yang tidak diduga telah menemukan Ezli dengan Iryanie yang diupah untuk mengasuh Afizan. Ibu Ezli terpaut dengan layanan mesra yang ditunjukkan oleh gadis itu. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hubungan Iryanie dan Afizan semakin rapat sehingga anak itu selesa memanggilnya ‘mama’. Akhirnya, Ezli patuh pada fitrah manusia bahawa dia amat memerlukan ibu untuk anaknya dan teman buat dirinya. Cinta dan rindunya mula berputik terhadap Iryanie. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Namun, kemunculan semula Khairina untuk merampas Afizan telah membuatkan Ezli hidup dalam kebimbangan. Pelbagai cara digunakan oleh wanita itu dalam mendapatkan kembali anak itu daripada Ezli. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Konflik dan krisis bagai tak berkesudahan sehingga terbawa ke kamar mahkamah. Namun, dapatkah mereka menerima keputusan pengadilan yang akan melukakan salah satu hati?<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ulasan aku mengenai novel ini: ~coming soon~</span><br /></span></p>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-14237466278858558822009-01-16T01:10:00.000-08:002009-05-03T01:01:58.210-07:00SERASI DI HATI ~ Nora Ismail<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hZ8nzcUm4kuqQsaaixzt44aABHy2DegUi2W5iAChmuVCskSXpLPCD2Qu6uPlIorLtvDGTIF_MTP-gjlXnG7pgFCkYT9HWKaou14Ijy01XyYWMpQ468LA2Qzokt-B_tAxiVns_w/s1600-h/sdhk.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291816688797299378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hZ8nzcUm4kuqQsaaixzt44aABHy2DegUi2W5iAChmuVCskSXpLPCD2Qu6uPlIorLtvDGTIF_MTP-gjlXnG7pgFCkYT9HWKaou14Ijy01XyYWMpQ468LA2Qzokt-B_tAxiVns_w/s320/sdhk.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Persahabatan itu tidak pernah disengajakan, perasaan tersebut biasa-biasa sahaja. Tidak ada rasa sayang, tidak ada rasa kasih... Bahkan Zarul tahu Edrinaz sudah berpunya. Namun semakin jauh mereka menerokai, semakin indah perasaan itu dirasa. Semakin sering bertemu, semakin Zarul merindu. Dan akhirnya Zarul, mahupun Edrinaz sedar, mereka sama-sama berasa serasi di hati.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204);font-size:85%;" >Ulasan aku mengenai novel ini: </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Finally, dapat jugak aku mengulas sedikit sebanyak pasal citer buku epal hijau ni. Teringat plak bila masa mula2 aku survey novel ni untuk dibeli, aku bertanya pada Kak Nora, ceritanya macam mana..? Ringkas je Kak Nora menjawab, citer yang gatal2. Terpinga2 gak la aku nak memahaminya. OK, masuk bab ulasan.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">So far, citer ni termasuk dalam kategori best jugak la dalam kamus bacaan aku. Sebabnya, aku suka dengan kesungguhan si Zarul dalam mengejar cinta Edrinaz. Tak putus asa walaupun dia tahu hati Edrinaz tak mungkin berpaling kepadanya memandangkan Edrinaz sayang giler pada suaminya; si Azman. Bagi aku, si Azman pulak berada dalam kategori lelaki DAYUS kerana sebagai ketua dan peneraju utama dalam sebuah rumah tangga, dia ni tak boleh jadi leader. Mungkin sebab terlalu dimanjakan oleh Edrinaz yang menyintai suaminya itu separuh mati. Pulak tu mudah termakan hasutan si Ju. Mungkin sebab hati si Azman ni tidak sepenuhnya diberi kepada isterinya. Untung pulak bila memikirkan watak Azman ni walaupun tak cinta pada isterinya tapi masih mahu meneruskan rumah tangga mereka kerana Edrinaz biasanya akan memberikannya wang belanja setiap hujung bulan. Kalau pun tak berpelajaran tinggi mana kenalah rajin berusaha untuk memperbaiki kelemahan diri. Jangan terlalu bergantung pada orang lain walaupun orang itu adalah isterinya sendiri. Seperti yang orang tua2 selalu bagitahu sampai bila aku nak tongkat langit pada anak2nya yang malas berusaha dan terlalu bergantung pada keluarga.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Watak si Zalina pun sangat aku tak suka. Ada ke pulak cam gitu. Dapat suami walaupun dah tua punya la baik tapi sempat lagi nak mengejar Zarul. Terlalu obsess dengan kesempurnaan fizikal yang ada pada diri pemuda kacukan itu. Tapi aku sempat jugak berpendapat 'padan muka' bila dia diceraikan oleh suaminya malahan dia juga ditendang dari butiknya. T'pk jugak aku kat luar sana sebenarnya ada jugak manusia sebegitu. Cuma kita tak tahu siapa.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Tapi hati aku agak tercuit kelucuan bila selepas Zarul dan Edrinaz akhirnya berkahwin dan menanti kelahiran cahayamata yang pertama, Zarul pulak yang mengalami morning sickness. Siap mengidam nak makan macam2. Tapi seronok jugak bila ada penulis yang mengetengahkan perihal morning sickness yang ditanggung oleh para suami. Biasanya aku hanya membaca perihal pompuan mengandung yang mengalami morning sickness. Good info.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Tak banyak ulasan yang aku berikan di sini sebab kalau rasa citer ni best dan nak tahu lebih lanjut lagi, kena la beli sendiri dan baca.. Apa2pun, enjoy the stories..</span></div>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-39545155536102488742009-01-16T01:07:00.001-08:002009-05-07T18:56:29.990-07:00CHINTA ~ Norhayati Berahim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8pfeTPoQfzqGTKHiMbWvfroTaLu9_ZAAGV1spKC_BfJdYg46oP1eQlh2bCDPB9ZHfCT7fH16GCF9k1_f6f3gohaI8V1EWsXaHv1dn73y1lBTAFUUWa9aE02NkHldVrT9ncXylQQ/s1600-h/chintacv1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8pfeTPoQfzqGTKHiMbWvfroTaLu9_ZAAGV1spKC_BfJdYg46oP1eQlh2bCDPB9ZHfCT7fH16GCF9k1_f6f3gohaI8V1EWsXaHv1dn73y1lBTAFUUWa9aE02NkHldVrT9ncXylQQ/s320/chintacv1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291815889677483490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Zahirnya dia lelaki yang sempurna, ada gaya ada harta. Sedangkan tiada sesiapa yang tahu, dia sebenarnya sedang menderita. Derita jiwa yang menghantui bertahun lalu lama. Kerana angkara si emak, lelaki yang bernama Raja Akid itu tidak pernah percaya pada cinta. Bahkan dendam yang berladung di hati tidak pernah dapat diusir dari diri. Dan sampai satu saat, gadis yang bernama Chinta itu hadir. Raja Akid terperangkap antara kasihnya terhadap Chinta dan bencinya pada wanita.Beranikah dia menghuraikan segala rahsia yang disimpan? Dapatkah dimiliki kasih Chinta? Sebenarnya... hanya Raja Akid sahaja yang boleh menjawabnya.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >Ulasan aku selepas membaca novel ini: apa yang aku x suka bila baca Chinta...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >Aku tak suka bila membaca part yang ada kisah pak cik Kamal terutamanya di awal2 cerita. Begitu zalim dengan anak saudara sendiri walaupun Chinta tidak melakukan apa2 kesalahan. Lebih2 lagi bila Chinta kena sepak terajang bila dirasakan Chinta mengadu kerana tidak dapat masuk sekolah asrama kepada mak yongnya. pulak tu sayangnya pada Rodin melebih-lebih sampaikan sanggup jual tanah semata-mata nak tengok anak lelaki kesayangannya belajar sampai ke luar negara.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >Aku juga tak suka bila baca part Saiful yang sanggup meninggalkan Chinta hanya kerana dikaburi oleh kecantikan dan wang yang dicanangkan oleh Akma. Lepas tu kadang2 timbul jugak rasa malu dalam dirinya kerana beribu dan berayahkan orang buta. Nampak sangat dia jenis lelaki pengikis apabila dia menyindir Chinta tidak pernah keluarkan duit apabila mereka keluar makan bersama, asyik2 dia yang kena belanja. Walaupun dia dah tahu Akma masih dalam proses perceraian tetapi dia tetap rela dirinya dijadikan toys bosnya itu.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >Puan Shima @ Puteri Shima dan Raja Farah pun sama juga. Sebagai seorang bekas pembantu rumah yang berkahwin dengan anak orang kaya, Puan Shima sepatutnya sedar diri dan bersyukur di atas kesenangan yang dikecapinya. Sebaliknya dia lupa diri sehingga sanggup curang terhadap suami dan mengabaikan rumah tangganya. Manakala Raja Farah pula walaupun dia merupakan anak angkat kepada orang kaya yang sebenarnya adalah ibu dan bapa kandung kepada chinta dia tidak seharusnya berlagak dengan kekayaan dan gelaran raja yang dimilikinya. Kadang2 saya pun tak faham dengan sikap perempuan yang menggedik bila sukakan seseorang. Dia tak tahu ke Raja Akid rimas dengan peelnya yang manja dan mengada-ngada tu?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >Rodin sememangnya anak yang tak tahu diuntung. Kalaupun dia mendapat perhatian yang terlebih dari ayahnya, tapi jangan lah sampai lupa diri dan mengabaikan tanggungjawabnya pada ayahnya yang dah bersusah payah membesar dan menghantarnya belajar sampai ke luar negara. Sudah la tu, kahwin pun tidak diberitahu pada ibu bapanya. Nasib baik pak cik Kamal cepat sedar sebelum terlambat.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >Apa2 pun</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >aku puas hati baca citer ni.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >Ternyata Norhayati Berahim tak pernah menghampakan aku dengan karya2nya yang buat aku angkat ibu jari setiap kali lepas membacanya, juga membuatkan aku asyik nak mengulang membacanya banyak2 kali tanpa rasa jemu. Lebih2 lagi karyanya yang bertajuk Pesanan Terakhir Seorang Lelaki.</span></div>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-54246671228610806982009-01-16T00:26:00.000-08:002009-01-16T00:35:41.883-08:00Jai Khong Chan Pen Khong Thur (My heart belongs to you)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-24fnC9_ECjYJLqtJXNr_ti29XyomuvrJcwOGaVMoF95owtf1xDxNZbcTQiV1ayA4nEdLbFY0IZFG9XnJo7Zun5DYV-oTHmLzEbgwnT-7xQL9pSIVqQ5dYFK_N5Kb1Sb1FodkEw/s1600-h/0e459ad9c32cb0_full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-24fnC9_ECjYJLqtJXNr_ti29XyomuvrJcwOGaVMoF95owtf1xDxNZbcTQiV1ayA4nEdLbFY0IZFG9XnJo7Zun5DYV-oTHmLzEbgwnT-7xQL9pSIVqQ5dYFK_N5Kb1Sb1FodkEw/s320/0e459ad9c32cb0_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291806200572800322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />ฉันไม่รู้ว่าเป็นเพราะใคร</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Chan Mai Roo Wa Pen Prau Krai</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I don't know who is the cause</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />โชคชะตาเป็นใจ หรืออะไรทำให้เธอลาจาก</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Chok Chata Pen Jai Rue Arai Tam Hai Thur La Jak</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />the destiny supports or anything made you leave me</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">คนที่รักกันมากมาย ต้องพรากกันไปไกล</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Khon Tee Rak Gan Mak Mai Tong Prak Gan Pai Klai</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />The person who love each other so much have to be apart so distant<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">ฉันก็คนจะทนอย่างไรไหว</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Chan Gor Khon Ja Ton Yang Rai Wai</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I'm also human. How can I bear it?</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />* ฉันไม่รู้จะทำอย่างไร เหมือนใจมันจะขาด</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Chan Mai Roo Ja Tam Yang Rai Muen Jai Man Ja Khad</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I don't know what to do. It's like my heart's going to be torn off</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ชีวิตมันดูอ้างว้าง วังเวงไปทุกอย่าง</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Cheevit Man Doo Aang Wang Wang Weng Pai Took Yang</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />My life is so lonely, desolate with everything</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">เหมือนคนที่เดียวดาย จมอยู่กับความหลัง</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Muen Khon Tee Diew Dai Jom Yoo Gab Kwam Lang</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />like a lonely person burying myself in the past</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">อยากให้รู้ฉันเสียใจ และปวดร้าวมากเพียงใหน</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Yak Hai Roo Chan Sai Jai Lae Puad Rao Mak Piang Nai</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I want you to know how regret and painful I am</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">** ใจของฉันมันเป็นของเธอ ไม่ว่านานเท่าไร</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Jai Khong Chan Man Pen Khon Thur Mai Wa Nan Tao Rai</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />My heat belongs to you, no matter how long it is</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">และมันจะเป็นของเธอตลอดไป</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Lae Man Ja Pen Khong Thur Talod Pai</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />And it will be yours forever</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ใจของฉันมันเป็นของเธอ คนเดียวทั้งใจ</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Jai Khong Chan Man Pen Khong Thur Khon Diew Tang Jai</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />My heart belongs to only you with the whole heart</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">จะรอเธอรักเธอจนตาย ใจเอย…</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Ja Raw Thur Rak Thur Jon Tai Jai Auey</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I will wait for you...love you until I die...Oh my heart!</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />ฉันไม่รู้ว่าเหตุผลใด</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Chan Mai Roo Wa Het Pol Dai</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I don't know the reason</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ฟ้าข้างบนจงใจ หรือว่าใครทำให้เราไกลกัน</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Fa Khang Bon Jong Jai Rue Krai Tam Hai Rao Klai Gan</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Heaven's intention or anyone made us be far away</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">มันโหดร้ายจนเกินไป ฉันไม่เคยเตรียมใจ</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Man Hod Rai Jon Gern Pai Chan Mai Koey Triam Jai</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />It's too mean. I have never prepared myself...</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />ที่จะเสียเธอไปอย่างวันนี้</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Tee Ja Sia Thur Pai Tang Wan Nee</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />to lose you like today</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Repeat *,**</span></span>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-77759774375518965762009-01-16T00:14:00.000-08:002009-01-16T00:23:13.214-08:00CRUSH ~ David Archuleta<p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I hung up the phone tonight,<br />something happened for the first time, deep inside<br />It was a rush, what a rush<br />Cause the possibility that you would ever<br />Feel the same way about me<br />It’s just too much, just too much<br />Why do I keep running from the truth<br />All I ever think about is you<br />You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Do you ever think, when you’re all alone<br />All that we could be, Where this thing could go<br />Am I crazy or falling in love<br />Is it real or just another crush<br />Do you catch a breath, when I look at you<br />Are you holding back, like the way I do<br />Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away<br />But I know this crush ain’t goin away, goin away</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Has it ever crossed your mind when we're hanging<br />Spending time girl, are we just friends<br />Is there more, is there more<br />See it’s a chance we’ve gotta take<br />Cause I believe we can make this into<br />Something that will last, last forever, forever</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Do you ever think, when you’re all alone<br />All that we could be, Where this thing could go<br />Am I crazy or falling in love<br />Is it real or just another crush<br />Do you catch a breath, when I look at you<br />Are you holding back, like the way I do<br />Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away<br />But I know this crush ain’t goin away, goin away</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Why do I keep running from the truth<br />All I ever think about is you<br />You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized<br />And I just got to know</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Do you ever think, when you’re all alone<br />All that we could be, Where this thing could go<br />Am I crazy or falling in love<br />Is it real or just another crush<br />Do you catch a breath, when I look at you<br />Are you holding back, like the way I do<br />Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away<br />But I know this crush ain’t goin away, goin away</span></p>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-63076398546302776722008-12-10T05:54:00.000-08:002008-12-10T06:08:43.822-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRZsOQUaHmeHVLsXXLRB_yiQymB3Oz4S9cxb8u0TUEX7J_7AXSJjfHi9k028rU-sJ24L6e7Sge9thYIYwj2csRBatVBJaDfOlUzZAA9PbCaFHyNs7HWeGePhQ1-7c82ariXqLPQ/s1600-h/dahlia-web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278160073225044226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRZsOQUaHmeHVLsXXLRB_yiQymB3Oz4S9cxb8u0TUEX7J_7AXSJjfHi9k028rU-sJ24L6e7Sge9thYIYwj2csRBatVBJaDfOlUzZAA9PbCaFHyNs7HWeGePhQ1-7c82ariXqLPQ/s320/dahlia-web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">“Ayah diserang strok, Dahlia! Ayah tiba-tiba jadi teringat padamu. Kamu tu cekal macam Opah Orkid!” puji ayah tiba-tiba. </span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br /><div align="justify">Padahal dulu, bukankah aku telah disuruh pergi? Bukankah selepas peristiwa menyayat hati itu, aku bagaikan sudah menjadi anak perempuan orang lain, ayah? </div><br /><div align="justify">Itulah asalnya kenapa Dahlia, pembantu kurator di Muzium Orang Asli Canberra pulang ke Malaysia. Dahlia sang archaeologist yang tidak tahu apa-apa tentang kebun teh, dan tidak ingin ambil tahu apa-apa tentang teh itu terpaksa berdepan dengan Teh Timor yang sudah menambun masalahnya! </div><br /><div align="justify">Keadaan kian kusut pabila dia bertemu semula dengan si licik Wadi. Musuh tradisinya itu sanggup buat apa sahaja untuk merampas kebun Teh Timor demi memperluas ladang Teh Sutra miliknya. </div><br /><div align="justify">Lalu apa pula muslihat Wadi? Tatkala tiba-tiba sahaja dia sanggup menyerahkan ladang teh miliknya sebagai mahar? Perlukah Dahlia menerima dia, demi mendapatkan kembali tanah milik datuk ayahnya? </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Pandanganku tentang novel ini plak:</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">first masa baca intro & beberapa bab terawal, wah.. memang dapat imagine mcm mana rupernya citer dalam novel ni (terkenang plak memori masa aku & kawan2 berfamily day kat cameron highlands bulan april lepas). tapi memang aku suka la garapan citernyer. ye la.. bukan mudah nak belajar pasal sesuatu benda baru. walaupun tak diterangkan secara detail aku dah blh imagine kononnya aku berada di tempat dahlia & membuat segala kerja2 yang digambarkan dalam novel tu. daripada seorang yang bergelar archeologist bertukar haluan plak menjadi pengusaha ladang teh (walaupun xbyk yg diceritakan) lepas tu berubah plak jadi pengusaha rumah tumpangan (& mendapat sambutan lagi daripada Wadi Hanan).</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">kat sini tak banyak yang dapat aku keluarkan pandangan sebab skang aku tgh buntu sambil2 mendonlot software adobe acrobat 8 (masuk kali ni dah hampir puluh kali aku donlot benda yang sama tapi malang sungguh, kaspersky pegi delete akunyer keygen utk adobe ni. dah la tu, nak dijadikan cerita aku plak lupa p'word yg diberi utk extract keygennya. memang hampeh).</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">apa2 pun aku memang x sabar2 nak tunggu kemunculan novel2 baru keluaran jemari seni. sebab ceritanya kebanyakannya sebati ngan jiwa aku.</div><div align="justify"></span></div>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-35988046831115678962008-11-04T01:18:00.000-08:002008-11-04T01:30:15.561-08:00RAAH - VAMPRHA oleh Zehann Ur Rakhie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnhg2oWFBB-JjfLCi2AqKDau7QP_Icw_RSsrNuXTTFwZdleX3q6BGD821sNJqk0ehDYtSCr8SqR_J1Pu2hZoSuMBeOLQ-VqXlD086ytuPjoy5_ggPdEKUhKc8LDBikXTDCmZWPQ/s1600-h/raah2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264729631404540882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnhg2oWFBB-JjfLCi2AqKDau7QP_Icw_RSsrNuXTTFwZdleX3q6BGD821sNJqk0ehDYtSCr8SqR_J1Pu2hZoSuMBeOLQ-VqXlD086ytuPjoy5_ggPdEKUhKc8LDBikXTDCmZWPQ/s320/raah2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Sinopsis Ringkas:<br /><br /><div>Pencarian Massurya Syah telah membawa dirinya mengembara ke benua-benua asing. Dia mengharungi peristiwa-peristiwa aneh dan berhadapan dengan ancaman yang tak putus. Kembara telah melangkaui sempadan antara realiti dan alam tersembunyi.</div><div> </div><div>Wahai saudaraku ketahuilah, pemegang rahsia ke-7 itu tertakluk pada prilaku. Apabila kuasa dan ilmu menyatu hanya Iman jadi penentu, antara Dia dan aku, antara Khalik dan dewa palsu. Empunya diri akan mengenal urusannya akan yang hak pulang ke asal bagai roh kembali ke Sang Penciptanya.</div><div> </div><div>"Kesamaran yang paling nyata adalah pandangan ke permukaan semata. Kita tidak akan mengetahuinya secara pasti sehingga kita terjun ke dalamnya dan menyelam ke dasar lubuk" - Massurya Syah.</div><div> </div><div>Info: Novel terbaru karya Zehann Ur Rakhie ini sudah siap dicetak dan bila-bila masa sahaja akan berada di pasaran. Kepada follower yang mengikuti RAAH Kelahiran Mufrad, ikutilah sambungannya yang menyajikan penceritaan dan pengembaraan Massurya Syah yang lebih mendebarkan serta tidak jemu dibaca untuk mengetahui apakah kesudahannya. Jangan terlepas peluang untuk memiliki novel ini. FYI: tak rugi sekiranya membeli buku ini.</div>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-75239745063638759072008-07-23T19:43:00.001-07:002008-07-23T20:32:06.174-07:00Tentang... Dhiya by Syud<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP63hcSRvXX6BZcqs3uiQH9ItMjzDgcFb6NnJWZNp80BzdXHl47N5VeXDab43gH_n8Tb4-ZBJ4mfPRIdBkXAlhXlczIHAdz9Hj7-q5AVfmhWFNSOx9MXZa4teno6esNhSkfmRHAw/s1600-h/tentang+dhiya.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP63hcSRvXX6BZcqs3uiQH9ItMjzDgcFb6NnJWZNp80BzdXHl47N5VeXDab43gH_n8Tb4-ZBJ4mfPRIdBkXAlhXlczIHAdz9Hj7-q5AVfmhWFNSOx9MXZa4teno6esNhSkfmRHAw/s320/tentang+dhiya.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226405920607218338" border="0" /></a>Buku ni sebetulnya aku pinjam dari officemate. Dah beberapa hari jugak la aku pinjam tapi tak tersentuh pun kat rak buku. Last2 ntah mcm mana aku blh terasa 'ala, pulangkan je la.. mesti aku x baca buku ni nanti'. Tapi alang2 ambik dan pegang terus je aku belek 1st page. 'Hmm.. not bad!' so apa lagi..? Aku pun teruskanlah membacanya.<br /><br />Sampai la smalam aku tidur lambat semata-mata nak menghabiskan baca buku ni. Overall, aku sangat seronok sepanjang membacanya. Kesimpulan yang boleh aku buat, Syud ni memang berbakat dalam bidang penulisan. Dan sebagai seorang penulis, dia ni seorang yang UNIK sebab cara penceritaannya cukup la bersahaja. Tak terlalu berbunga2. Mungkin sebab watak Lisa & Azril tu mcm tu kot.<br /><br />Buku ni aku simpulkan [pada pandangan peribadi aku la] sebagai 1 karya komedi romantik. Dua2nya seimbang, x lebih x kurang.<br /><br />Lisa ngan Azril ni aku rasa diorang ber2 ni ada agak banyak persamaan la jugak. Contohnya cam susah nak terima pendapat org lain. Mcm Lisa, kawan2 dia slalu jugak puji2 Azril tapi agak payah la si Lisa ni nak menerima kebaikan yang ada dalam diri mamat sorang ni. Yang si Azril ni plak susah nak jumpa dgn papa dia. Dah puas dipujuk oleh abangnya sampai mama dia cakap x payah la nak paksa dia kot2 berlaku something yang x diingini plak. Sebab Azril jadi mcm tu: mama & papa dia bercerai + awek dia meninggal sebab leukemia masa dia join BTN (kalau x salah aku la).<br /><br />Aku suka character Azril bila dia mula sedar ada betulnya cakap Lisa pasal papanya. 'Walau buruk mcm mana pun dia, dia tetap papa awk. Bla, bla, bla..' Memandangkan Lisa sudah kehilangan kedua ibu bapanya dlm 1 kemalangan tentu dia merasa agak cemburu terhadap Azril. Walaupun Azril membenci papanya, sekurang2nya keluarganya cukup lengkap. Sedangkan Lisa terasa dirinya menumpang kasih keluarga Ayah Ngahnya. Pas tu siap letak post-it note lagi kat buku Lisa menyatakan maaf sebab being such a jerk. Tapi malangnya Lisa x pernah tahu pasal maaf itu. Lagi 1 dia ni mula2 x confident yang dia suka kat Lisa tapi dah lama2 kenal dan paham peel si minah ni buatkan dia ambik keputusan nak berterus trg je pasal perasaan dia. Time membacanya aku mcm boleh nampak kat ruang mata & otak ni mcm mana keadaan Azril time tu. Nak tergelak pun ada. *Imaginasi masa membaca tu penting!!*<br /><br />Part yang aku rasa kelakar (1) masa time Lisa tersedak kat umah cikgu dia time makan bile terpandang si Azril. Dah la tu, siap buat2 xkenal plak. Tu 2nd time dia tersedak bile berdepan ngan Azril. Itu pun setelah dia terjumpa post-it note yang Azril lekatkan kat belakang buku notanya 3 tahun yg lalu. So dari situ la mereka kembali berbaik walaupun dok beraku kau. (2) time Azril rancak dok bersms ngan Lisa yang tetiber dia terbaca sms 'aku nak bertunang la bongek!' & then terkedu dan dia rasa something yang biasa kita rasa bila org yang kita suka tapi kita x terus trg ngan dia pasal perasaan kita nak bertunang @ kawin ngan org lain. (3) masa terbaca list yang Jiji buat utk Lisa pasal respon yang biasanya akan berlaku bila Lisa bertemu dgn Azril. (4) masa Lisa cakap kat tepon 'Dear, kat mana ni?' lepas tu kena gelak ngan Abang Ngah dia sebab tersalah dail no. Benarnya dia nak tepon si Azril tapi tertepon Abang Ngahnya. Time tu dia ngan Azril dah official bergelar couple. Beberapa hari asyik kena ajuk ngan Abang Ngahnya pasal 'Dear'. Sampai last2 1 family tahu dia ngan Azril couple. Ha ha ha ha!! Lawak betul. & ada la beberapa part lagi.<br /><br />Nak tahu..? Kena la baca sendiri. Anyway, nak je aku beli buku ni & mintak t/tangan Syud ni time pesta buku Selangor kat pkns Shah Alam 26 Julai ni nanti. Sebabnya aku jaga booth hari esok (25/7) ngan selasa (29/7) je. So xde can la aku nak jumpa ngan Syud ni. Apa2 pun, kepada sesiapa yg sudi melepak barang sekejap kat blog aku ni & terbaca post ni, aku ucapkan enjoy & layan & belilah buku ini.<br /><br />talian nyawa lagi 1: http://ketikamembaca.blogspot.com/<br /></div>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-87787739818876590822008-07-11T18:39:00.000-07:002008-07-11T19:47:06.946-07:00Always Time To Die by Elizabeth Lowell<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06mtI6WVjwj-tOqxadq3Ou_I7nud-nL99BSu7vjzkRzN_nNiiTBSN7IZTCaWWCM0D7RYUoXPV2lYDLWQJINA016z4nKKUBGcnKlXKXPRmKkTDQj4y8mowsRn4KRyrt_6s0dwB8Q/s1600-h/always+time+to+die.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06mtI6WVjwj-tOqxadq3Ou_I7nud-nL99BSu7vjzkRzN_nNiiTBSN7IZTCaWWCM0D7RYUoXPV2lYDLWQJINA016z4nKKUBGcnKlXKXPRmKkTDQj4y8mowsRn4KRyrt_6s0dwB8Q/s320/always+time+to+die.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221937336405145746" border="0" /></a> Former U.S. Senator Quintrell is dead. His son, New Mexico's governor, is preparing his run for the highest political office in the land. <br /><br />And dark family secrets are about to explode with the devastating force of a Southwestern earthquake. <blockquote><center> </center> </blockquote> </div><p style="text-align: justify;">An eccentric Quintrell aunt has invited genealogist Carolina "Carly" May to their Taos compound to compile a record of the illustrious family. But digging into the past is raising troubling questions about a would-be president's private life . . . and the grisly street crime that left his drug-addicted sister dead. As a dark world of twisted passions and depravity slowly opens up before Carly, there is no one whom she dares trust - perhaps least of all Dan Duran, a dangerous, haunted enigma who's tied to the Quintrells' history. But she will need an ally to survive the terrible mysteries a father carried to the grave - because following the bloodlines of the powerful can be a bloody business. And some dead secrets can kill.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Always Time To Die ni novel ke-4 karya Elizabeth Lowell yang aku baca. Kiranya cerita ni secara keseluruhannya pasal Carly May yang diupah oleh Ms. Winnifred utk mengkaji salasilah family Castillo yang juga mempunyai kaitan dengan family Quintrell. Dalam menjalankan tugasnya itu, Carly bertemu dengan Dan Duran yang merupakan cucu kepada bekas Senator Quintrell.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Dalam menjalankan siasatan, Carly beberapa kali diugut supaya tidak meneruskan kerja2nya. Tapi kerana tugas dan rasa ingin tahunya walaupun terdapat beberapa kematian sepanjang penyiasatannya, akhirnya terbongkarlah sejarah hitam keturunan bekas Senator Q di mana Gabenor Q sebenarnya bukanlah waris Quintrell yang sah. Dengan kata lain, Gabenor Q adalah anak luar nikah bekas Senator Q yang telah membunuh anak kandung sebenar (Josh Q yg identitinya diguna oleh Gabenor Q skrg).</p><div style="text-align: justify;">Tetapi apa yg musykilnya apabila diperiksa akan DNA yang digunakan oleh Josh Q skrg a.k.a Gabenor Q menunjukkan bahawa Josh Q adalah anak kandung bekas Senator Q. Memandangkan Dan Duran adalah cucu kepada bekas Senator Q, dia mengambil keputusan utk membandingkan DNAnya dengan DNA Josh Q. Sungguh menakjubkan apabila dia mendapati DNA mereka adalah sama (mcm DNA kembar seiras). Ini bermakna salah seorang dari mereka ber2 adalah penyamar. Maka terbongkarlah rahsia John Q juga identiti sebenar Dan Duran yang selama ini menyangkakan bahawa bekas Senator Q adalah datuknya. Tetapi rupa2nya lelaki itu adalah merupakan ayah kandungnya (ini kerana bekas Senator Q sangat terkenal dengan sikap playboynya & dia juga telah memperkosa anak perempuannya (nenek Dan Duran) dan juga anak perempuannya hasil hubungan sumbang mahramnya dengan nenek Dan Duran (ibu kepada Dan Duran). No wonder ibu Dan sangat sensitif dan mengharamkan sama sekali nama bekas Senator Q disebut di dalam rumahnya.<br /><br />So... begitulah ceritanya. Agak menarik jugak walaupun lebih boring berbanding 3 lagi novel Elizabeth Lowell yang aku baca.<br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-62954261767777704072008-06-24T23:07:00.000-07:002008-06-24T23:08:39.089-07:00Last Breath by Mariah Stewart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRRTebDhq10i1sCeMohfJJFzVe6bnoRY5pYtpNEZfTb_tqzzzqvGyJUHvxY5gvGedWOqc3G_5USKVSs-g9u3gqgKHCSYvuu79sRVaHPX9RIyMF7LjWWfFqOyLvbYkZLZp7Ho-yg/s1600-h/lastbreath_hc_pb_md.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRRTebDhq10i1sCeMohfJJFzVe6bnoRY5pYtpNEZfTb_tqzzzqvGyJUHvxY5gvGedWOqc3G_5USKVSs-g9u3gqgKHCSYvuu79sRVaHPX9RIyMF7LjWWfFqOyLvbYkZLZp7Ho-yg/s320/lastbreath_hc_pb_md.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215696948933731714" border="0" /></a>As renowned archaeologist Dr. Daria McGowan readies the most important project of her career—a museum exhibit showcasing the priceless artifacts her great-grandfather unearthed a century ago in the Middle East—she makes a shocking discovery: many of the most significant pieces have vanished. Panicked, Daria turns to the FBI. <p> It's an assignment that Special Agent Connor Shields is more than happy to accept: Daria is the same pretty American archaeologist he's been searching for ever since a chance meeting two years ago. Working together to track down the owners of the stolen artifacts, Daria and Connor discover a trail of bodies—collectors who have met brutal, bizarre ends at the hands of a killer whose murderous methods are based on the rituals of an ancient civilization. </p><p> Amid rumors of a curse and mounting pressure from both the FBI and the museum, Daria and Connor race to unmask their enemy and unravel a mystery stretching across oceans and centuries. All the while, an ingenious murderer follows a sinister plan to gather the coveted antiquities, and one last acquisition: Daria. </p>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-24475564138714322472008-06-24T23:06:00.000-07:002008-06-24T23:07:35.033-07:00Last Words by Mariah Stewart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06k0Wb8BspjxMQZcPkB5-H-sYO7vWWFxhszan2KFAizV2_gHnwqSaZZi059LSr22emGsx1rHuRyLFRfPL8dtQ8ceHyNWy6JZLCAjv5LwaMckRSq18yDjXTJPZg5uVCU9A51qWpg/s1600-h/lastwordsmd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06k0Wb8BspjxMQZcPkB5-H-sYO7vWWFxhszan2KFAizV2_gHnwqSaZZi059LSr22emGsx1rHuRyLFRfPL8dtQ8ceHyNWy6JZLCAjv5LwaMckRSq18yDjXTJPZg5uVCU9A51qWpg/s320/lastwordsmd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215696667662401698" border="0" /></a>A nine-year veteran of the FBI, Special Agent Mia Shields thinks she's seen it all. But nothing prepares her for the terror that descends upon the idyllic bayside community of St. Dennis on Maryland's Eastern Shore, where a depraved killer has left a grisly surprise for chief of police Gabriel Beck: the body of an unidentified woman, naked and completely encased in plastic wrap, stretched across the backseat of Beck's car. Hidden in the wrapping is a tape recording of the victim's last, gasping words, terrifying evidence of the horror endured at the hands of a madman. Soon the body count begins to rise as more victims are found, all gruesomely cocooned, their final pleas captured on tape. <p> Determined to capture the sadistic killer, Beck and Mia team up and set a trap—with Mia as bait. But their prey is closer than they ever could have imagined. Now Beck must race against time to save Mia from becoming the next victim of a serial killer as elusive as he is evil... </p>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-10815534861162011352008-06-24T22:58:00.000-07:002008-06-24T23:00:23.306-07:00Last Look by Mariah Stewart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIr5nagAZ3g1Y-fEspgg9WVn5tGrQSQ2wssKBSu8LMax3VecKeLZjibmQ8lftNsSoJ2EL6qWwbLEZid85mieBSHPr5AORA1i3nhvvBIV18E6EhBdhF_VbyBdf1_qXI2Cjfwkr8w/s1600-h/lastlookmd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIr5nagAZ3g1Y-fEspgg9WVn5tGrQSQ2wssKBSu8LMax3VecKeLZjibmQ8lftNsSoJ2EL6qWwbLEZid85mieBSHPr5AORA1i3nhvvBIV18E6EhBdhF_VbyBdf1_qXI2Cjfwkr8w/s320/lastlookmd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215694641286271394" border="0" /></a>News that the body of a recently murdered prostitute—shot through the heart at close range, stabbed repeatedly and dumped on Georgia's Shelter Island—has been identified as Shannon Randall stuns the FBI, particularly Special Agent Dorsey Collins. Twenty-four years ago, nineteen year old Eric Louis Beale was convicted and later executed for Shannon's murder—and the agent in charge of the investigation was Dorsey's father. Now Dorsey is determined to find out where her father's investigation went wrong, what part he played in the death of an innocent young man, and where Shannon has been all this time. <p> The heat is on FBI Special Agent Andrew Shields to discover what happened to Shannon on that night decades ago, and to find out who killed her and why. Dorsey shadows Andrew's every investigative move, hoping to redeem her father's reputation and capture a cunning killer. Together, Dorsey and Andrew unravel a shocking mystery that will shatter one family, and rock an entire town. </p>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1150467084120152162006-06-16T06:56:00.000-07:002006-11-16T09:57:54.110-08:00Akukah Itu?<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>A.K.U.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- sangat bersopan santun : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>rasernyer x sangat..</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- mudah bertolak ansur : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">dgn kwn iyer (tgk situasi)</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- sangat cermat teliti dan teratur : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>utk certain benda yg aku suke jek</strong></span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- suka menegur kesilapan orang lain dan mengkritik : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>agaknya tapi rasernya aku yang slalu kene tegur.. hehehe c",)</strong></span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- pendiam tapi pandai bercakap : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>ya, betol</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- sikapnya sangat cool : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>cool lah memula kalo tak cari psl</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- sangat baik dan mudah simpati : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>ada ketikanya jugak la :)</strong></span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- sangat prihatin dan berperinci : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">prihatin? ntah la, mungkin</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- amanah, setia dan jujur : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">i'm working on it :)</span></strong></span><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- kerja yang dilakukan sangat sempurna : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>tak jugak</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- sangat sensitif yang tidak diketahui : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>ini yer</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- orangnya banyak berfikir tapi pendiam : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>aah, suke pikir terkedepan, sampaikan banyak rambut luruh (nasib baik x botak, hehehe) :)</strong></span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- daya pentaakulan yang baik : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">mak aih ..</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- otak bijak dan mudah belajar : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>boleh tahan tapi malas lebih berleluasa</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- suka mencari maklumat : <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>sebagai persediaan utk menghadapi apa2 yang mendatang</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- kawal diri dari terlalu mengkritik : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">i try to tapi kadang2 terlepas jugak :)</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- pandai mendorong diri sendiri : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">yer ah, sape nak dorong lg?</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- mudah memahami orang lain (daya firasat yang tinggi) : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">memahami tp takleh nak control mulut dari beri nasihat</span></strong></span><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- simpan rahsia : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">emm</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- suka sukan, hiburan dan melancung : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">sukan? tgk kat tv boleh la. yg lain, boleh la...</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- kurang menunjukkan perasaannya : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">mana ada, mesti xleh sembunyi kat org</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- terluka hatinya sangat lama disimpan : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">ini mmg yer..aku nih kuat berdendam</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- terlalu memilih pasangan : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">err.. taklah.. tapi susah nak cari yang boleh menerima diri ini seadanya.. maklumlah skang ni aku dah jadi anak yatim :(</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- sukakan benda yang luas : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">luas? kalau bilik yang luas ya.. sebab aku byk barang :)</span></strong></span><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">- kerja bersistematik : <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">mcm tak logik jek ini aku</span></strong></span></span>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1143472381737616522006-03-27T07:08:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:57:53.969-08:00That's The Way It Is<span style="font-size:85%;">I can read your mind</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And I know your story</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I see what you're going through</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yeah ....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's an uphill climb</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And I'm feeling sorry</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But I know it will come to you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yeah ....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~ * ~ * ~</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't surrender</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">'Cause you can win</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In this thing called love</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~ * ~ * ~</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When you want it the most</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There's no easy way out</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When you're ready to go</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And your heart's left in doubt</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't give up on your faith</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Love comes to those who believe it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And that's the way it is</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~ * ~ * ~</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When you question me</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For a simple answer</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't know what to say, no</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But it's plain to see</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If you stick together</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You're gonna find the way</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~ * ~ * ~</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So don't surrender</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">'Cause you can win</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In this thing called love</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~ * ~ * ~</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When life is empty</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With no tomorrow</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And loneliness starts to call</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Baby don't worry</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Forget your sorrow</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">'Cause love's gonna conquer it all</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~ * ~ * ~</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ohhhhhh .....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When you want it the most</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There's no easy way out</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When you're ready to go</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And your heart's left in doubt</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't give up on your faith</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Love comes to those who believe it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And that's the way it is</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~ * ~ * ~</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1143471992313316142006-03-27T06:56:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:57:53.736-08:00Photograph<span style="font-size:85%;">Look at this photograph</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Every time I do it makes me laugh</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How did our eyes get so red?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And what the hell is on Joey’s head? </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This is where I grew up</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I think the present owner fixed it up</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I never knew we ever went without</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This is where I went to school</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Most of the time had better things to do</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Criminal record says I broke in twice</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I must’ve done it half a dozen times </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I wonder if it’s too late</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Should I go back and try to graduate</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Life’s better now than it was back then</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If I was them, I wouldn’t let me in </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Every memory of looking out the back door</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It’s hard to say</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It’s time to say it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Goodbye, Goodbye</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Every memory of walking out the front door</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's hard to say </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It’s time to say it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Goodbye, Goodbye </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Remember the old arcade</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Blew every dollar that we ever made</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The cops hated us hangin’ out</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">They say somebody went and burned it down </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We used to listen to the radio</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And sing along with every song we’d know</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We said someday we’d find out how it feels</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">To sing to more than just the steering wheel </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kim’s the first girl I kissed</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I was so nervous that I nearly missed</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">She’s had a couple of kids since then</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I haven’t seen her since God knows when </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I miss that town</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I miss their faces</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You can’t erase</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You can’t replace it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I miss it now</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can’t believe it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So hard to stay</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Too hard to leave it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If I could relive those days</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I know the one thing that would never change </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at this photograph</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Every time I do it makes me laugh</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Every time I do it makes me</span>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1140442317029963302006-02-20T05:28:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:57:53.512-08:00The Greek's Bridal Bargain [Melanie Melburne]<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Bryony Mercer is stunned when Kane Kaproulias returns to Mercyfields – her family home. When she was 17, Kane was the son of the promiscuous housekeeper and the last time Bryony saw him he was being carted off in a police van. Now Kane is every inch a Greek Tycoon – he oozes wealth – and power! And Kane isn’t back to pay his respects – he’s back for revenge….</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Kane now has Bryony’s family in the palm of his hands – her father has been doing some very shady deals and not only is he about to lose all of his money, his business associates are out for blood. Kane had always been treated like dirt by the Mercer family – Bryony included – he was just staff, and was treated accordingly. But the attraction between he and Bryony has sizzled…and the night before Kane was arrested they shared a passionate kiss. Now Kane has bought Merceyfields – and he’s also bought Bryony to be his bride!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bryony is disgusted – she hates Kane, she’s not going to be sold into marriage. But it soon becomes clear that Bryony has no choice, Kane has a watertight arrangement she will become his bride! As far as Bryony is concerned, Kane is still the thug that vandalized her family’s home. What Bryony doesn’t realize is that Kane had a very good reason for doing this – he had just discovered how his mother had been paying for his private education, she had prostituted herself to Bryony’s father!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">After a simple ceremony, Kane whisks Bryony off to a private beach for their honeymoon – Bryony’s half furious that Kane is keeping his hands to himself…but quickly their passion explodes! Bryony is a virgin – and she realizes that part of her has always been waiting for Kane.</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">As the truths and the lies of the past spill out, Bryony realizes that Kane is innocent. Can she forgive him for marrying her for revenge….?" </span></div>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1140260507245892902006-02-18T02:51:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:57:53.274-08:00Kasihku Sinar<span style="font-size:85%;">Melangkah mengharapkan hadir dirimu</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ku genggam segala memori</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kita dewasa bersama</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Menuju satu cita walau jalan berbeza</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">chorus:</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kasihku sinar tanpa cinta</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sinarnya tanpa asmara</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dengarilah hatiku rindu</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kasihku mekar tak berbunga</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mekarnya di dalam jiwa</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Biarkanlah biarkan saja</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kasihku sinar</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Andai kau ada di sini</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Terukirlah senyuman tersingkir rasa sepi</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Andai kau pergi dari sisi jangan di singkir</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Diriku dari mimpimu</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">chorus</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kasihku sinat tanpa cinta</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sinarnya tanpa asmara </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dengarilah hatiku rindu</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kasihku mekar tak berbunga</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mekarnya di dalam jiwa</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Biarkanlah biarkan saja(biarkan..)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Biarkanlah...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Biarkan saja...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kasihku sinar....kasihku sinar</span>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1140259861154244442006-02-18T02:48:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:57:53.181-08:00I Still<span style="font-size:85%;">Who are you now</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Are you still the same</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Or did you change somehow</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">What do you do</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">At this very moment when I think of you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And when I'm looking back</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How we were young and stupid</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Do you remember that<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No matter how I fight it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Can't deny it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Just can't let you go<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Chorus:I still need you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I still care about you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Though everything's been said and done</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I still feel youLike I'm right beside you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But still no word from you<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Now look at me</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Instead of moving on I refuse to see</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That I keep coming back</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yeah I'm stuck in a moment</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That wasn't meant to last<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I've tried to fight it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Can't deny it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You don't even know<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Repeat chorus)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I wish I could find you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Just like I found you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Then I would never let you go<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Though everything's been said and done</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I still feel you (I still feel you)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Like I'm right beside you (like I'm right beside you)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But still no (still no word) from you </span>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1140090510477587522006-02-16T03:28:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:57:53.083-08:00Rafael's Convinient Proposal [Rebecca Winters]<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/rafael.1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/rafael.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Mediterranean marriage!</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mallory Ellis is facing the ultimate dilemma: Mediterranean aristocrat Rafael D'Afonso is offering her the family she's always wanted. But can she risk giving up her high-flying career for the chance of motherhood when all Rafael is offering is a marriage in name only...?</span></div>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1139319791438960782006-02-07T04:50:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:57:52.985-08:00Addressing 2 All<p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/friends.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/friends.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are...........SINGLE</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can make you happy but often it hurts, but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and choose the best. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.jpg"></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.jpg"></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.2.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.2.jpg"></a></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are............NOT SO SINGLE</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Love isn't about becoming somebody else's "perfect person." It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.12.jpg"></a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.11.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.11.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are............PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Never say "I love you" if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look in the eye when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.12.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.12.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are............MARRIED</span></strong> </div><div align="left">Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry." Not "where are you", but "I'm right here." Not "how could you", but "I understand." Not "I wish you were", but "I'm thankful you are." </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.15.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.15.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are............ENGAGED</span></strong> </div><div align="left">The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.13.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.13.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are............HEARTBROKEN</span></strong> </div><div align="left">Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.14.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.14.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are............NAIVE</span></strong> </div><div align="left">How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and get hurt but never keep the pain. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.18.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.18.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE</span></strong> </div><div align="left">It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.19.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.19.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are............AFRAID TO CONFESS</span></strong> </div><div align="left">Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.17.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.17.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To My Friends Who Are............STILL HOLDING ON</span></strong> </div><div align="left">A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. Let go..... </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/1600/heart.16.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/1556/320/heart.16.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">TO ALL MY FRIENDS.......</span></strong> </div><div align="left">My wish for you is a man/women whose love is honest, strong, mature, never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish. </span></div>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1139316244492552172006-02-07T04:41:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:57:52.839-08:00R U Real @ Simple?!<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A realfriend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A simple friend has never seen you cry.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A realfriend has shoulders soggy from your tears.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A realfriend has their phone numbers in his address book.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A realfriend asks you why you took so long to call.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A realfriend seeks to help you with your problems.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A real friend could blackmail you with it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A real friend calls you after you had a fight.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A realfriend expects to always be there for you!</span>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16411732.post-1138889009046487922006-02-02T05:59:00.000-08:002006-11-16T09:57:52.731-08:00Blind<span style="font-size:85%;">I was young but I wasn't naive</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I watched helpless as she turned around to leave</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And still I have the pain I have to carry</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">After all this time</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I never thought we'd be here</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Never thought we'd be here</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When my love for you was blind</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But I couldn't make you see it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Couldn't make you see it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That I loved you more than you'll ever know</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A part of me died when I let you go</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I would fall asleepOnly in hopes of dreaming</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That everything would be like is was before</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">After all this time</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I never thought we'd be here</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Never thought we'd be here</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When my love for you was blind</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But I couldn't make you see it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Couldn't make you see it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That I loved you more than you'll ever know</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A part of me died when I let you go</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">After all this time</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Would you ever wanna leave it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Maybe you could not believe it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That my love for you was blind</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But I couldn't make you see it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Couldn't make you see it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That I loved you more than you will ever know</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A part of me died when I let you go</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And I loved you more than you'll ever know</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A part of me dies when I let you go</span>Knew Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113922148329639455noreply@blogger.com0