tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46918883904925111902024-03-13T19:45:26.624-07:00lagenda cintasesekali aku terjaga dari mimpi yang panjang,aku jadi pelarian rindu.dimanakah rindu itu?dikamar sepi atau jalan merah berdebu?Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-91557101262841695102010-01-12T06:05:00.000-08:002010-01-12T06:14:39.537-08:008th Jan til 11th Jan 20ten<div style="text-align: justify;">I thought being back to KK was Okay. and at least would be good. But then, boleh la, still missing the KL moment with my baby. I missed our sweet pre-honeymoon! what a word. PRE-HONEYMOON. aha. the sweet moments. lots and lots of memories. 4days in KL was absolutely QUICK. Its just like our normal 4 hours-date. :(( But yeah, i missed all the times we shared. The dinner date, late 7 Eleven Imbi maggi Hot Cup, playing dumbs, singing like a rock star in Melia Hotel Room, screaming, running through the Hotel corridor, taking pictures, acting cool moments, the monorails trip, penjara Pudu and all. a lot to list down. i missed it! cant wait for the July trip again! yeayy!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nadia, Intan & Zul, sorry :((</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">love.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">me</div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-89192692640319837992009-11-30T19:59:00.000-08:002009-11-30T20:09:22.598-08:00my intan...<div style="text-align: center;">dont she loooookkk adorable??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWbcxoaCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jlNkdImBwNk/s1600/13958_169935702892_553197892_2981216_7822661_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWbcxoaCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jlNkdImBwNk/s320/13958_169935702892_553197892_2981216_7822661_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410114450703804450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">ayu oh.... </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWbKiHZyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/s8F5UZdn1WU/s1600/13958_169935682892_553197892_2981213_5780672_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWbKiHZyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/s8F5UZdn1WU/s320/13958_169935682892_553197892_2981213_5780672_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410114445806888738" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWa8QX9FI/AAAAAAAAAOk/53nwn22zJA0/s1600/13958_169935657892_553197892_2981209_3387155_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWa8QX9FI/AAAAAAAAAOk/53nwn22zJA0/s320/13958_169935657892_553197892_2981209_3387155_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410114441974379602" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">makan pun sopan...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWaltQ4TI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZlDZj7HISwo/s1600/11436_204904236981_600736981_4096224_202747_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWaltQ4TI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZlDZj7HISwo/s320/11436_204904236981_600736981_4096224_202747_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410114435921535282" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWaLJ_3EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PWhZJIKZYhY/s1600/11436_204904216981_600736981_4096221_1492708_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SxSWaLJ_3EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PWhZJIKZYhY/s320/11436_204904216981_600736981_4096221_1492708_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410114428794297410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">u sssooooooooooo cantik...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">nadia request me to put ur pic here. haha.</div><div style="text-align: center;">btw, KL, im coming tomorow!!</div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-45546519548845053932009-09-04T20:48:00.000-07:002009-09-04T20:55:25.052-07:00dedicated to, *entre your name here*<div align="center">First of all, sorry for not updating. its been almost 6 month, well, here am i.</div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>"Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning)"</strong></div><div align="center">So you sailed away</div><div align="center">Into a grey sky morning</div><div align="center">Now I'm here to stay</div><div align="center">Love can be so boring </div><div align="center">Nothing's quite the same now</div><div align="center">I just say your name now </div><div align="center">[Chorus]</div><div align="center">But it's not so bad</div><div align="center">You're only the best I ever had</div><div align="center">You don't want me back</div><div align="center">You're just the best I ever had </div><div align="center">So you stole my world</div><div align="center">Now I'm just a phony</div><div align="center">Remembering the girl</div><div align="center">Leaves me down and lonely </div><div align="center">Send it in a letter</div><div align="center">Make yourself feel better </div><div align="center">[Chorus]</div><div align="center">But it's not so bad</div><div align="center">You're only the best I ever had</div><div align="center">You don't need me back</div><div align="center">You're just the best I ever had </div><div align="center">And it may take some time to</div><div align="center">Patch me up inside</div><div align="center">But I can't take it so I</div><div align="center">Run away and hide</div><div align="center">And I may find in time that</div><div align="center">You were always right</div><div align="center">You're always right </div><div align="center">So you sailed away</div><div align="center">Into a grey sky morning</div><div align="center">Now I'm here to stay</div><div align="center">Love can be so boring </div><div align="center">What was it you wanted</div><div align="center">Could it be I'm haunted </div><div align="center">[Chorus]</div><div align="center">But it's not so bad</div><div align="center">You're only the best I ever had</div><div align="center">I don't want you back</div><div align="center">You're just the best I ever had</div><div align="center">The best I ever hadThe best I ever</div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-87492211812639640942009-04-24T00:15:00.000-07:002009-04-24T00:27:49.762-07:00colours of life<div align="justify">cikTASHA version copied from encekZWAN<br /></div><div align="justify">i gone through encekZWAN's warnaWARNIkehidupan last night. </div><div align="justify">and his blog was inspired me. well, i love colourful thingy and his latest post was pretty!</div><div align="justify">i love colourful colours. and i stold some colourful arts from flickr. kiranya mau copycat encekZWAN punya lah sebab dengki. haha.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SfFpEyNLkRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Y6KpCTGHGwk/s1600-h/2774279598_58e1d08609.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328155365073457426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SfFpEyNLkRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Y6KpCTGHGwk/s320/2774279598_58e1d08609.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />those colours done the great job of their own.<br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SfFpFOgtKmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wXfvAkG39hM/s1600-h/2770398363_c8fe5cfc4f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328155372671543906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SfFpFOgtKmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wXfvAkG39hM/s320/2770398363_c8fe5cfc4f.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify">the lolipop! sigh. i like it since i was a little girl.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SfFpE7l4ugI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kuOBnwVwhsE/s1600-h/2770497259_0ea26a7feb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328155367592999426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SfFpE7l4ugI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kuOBnwVwhsE/s320/2770497259_0ea26a7feb.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify">and red is my favourite colour. the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">bloody red</span></strong>.</div><div align="justify"> </div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-108950247196284662009-04-18T14:07:00.000-07:002009-04-18T14:39:37.714-07:00thursday until saturday<div align="center">thursday night was the Malam Amal Gaza. Unitar incorporate with politech and Ums, at Tabung Haji KK.</div><div align="center">it was okay. fun. yeay. fun. esp when its miss Aroom session. hahahaha.<br />i didnt took much pictures. but here's some.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SepGyZKAjyI/AAAAAAAAANc/jKZyqNyueKA/s1600-h/P4161516.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147340879302434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SepGyZKAjyI/AAAAAAAAANc/jKZyqNyueKA/s320/P4161516.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">cikDILLA & cikTASHA</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SepGyk9C3dI/AAAAAAAAANk/vVMHUHHSwCQ/s1600-h/P4161517.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147344046153170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SepGyk9C3dI/AAAAAAAAANk/vVMHUHHSwCQ/s320/P4161517.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">cikDILLA, cikTASHA & encekAZRUL</p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SepGy1BqpFI/AAAAAAAAANs/n7lm56woJjY/s1600-h/P4161535.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147348360504402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SepGy1BqpFI/AAAAAAAAANs/n7lm56woJjY/s320/P4161535.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">encekAZEEM & cikDILLA</p><p align="center">we all are bestfriends for life!</p><div align="center">lupa aku mau amek gambar sama si cikAROOM! she's the stand up comedian i tell you! u'll laugh when she start talking. serious. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">WTF</span></strong> in three days straight started on thursday til saturday, i had my eyes closed at 6fakkenAM and woke up at sweeet eight AM! thats mean i slept only 2 hours? i have my dark circle and its freak me alot. i just cant sleep at night lately!</div><div align="center">reason #1 : undefinded</div><div align="center">reason #2 : i think its coffee</div><div align="center">reason #3 : yeah its coffee</div><div align="center">reason #4 : oopst.. nescafe i mean</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">macam azeem sudah aku. addict to caffien!</div></div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-6113970227721918282009-03-29T10:30:00.000-07:002009-03-29T10:40:58.937-07:00learn and remember..<div align="center">What issit i have to learn?</div><div align="center">On the verge of tears, i have to start relying on no one but myself.</div><div align="center">An empty room, An empty house,An empty contacts list and</div><div align="center">The only person in the room is me. </div><div align="center">Sometimes we fall, </div><div align="center">we cry, </div><div align="center">we break.</div><div align="center">It only makes us stronger.</div><div align="center">But nonetheless,</div><div align="center">we still have to go thru the pain that makes us stronger.</div><div align="center">The pain that is unbearable at the moment of time.</div><div align="center">Ill be fine.</div><div align="center">Right now i just dont know what i want anymore, </div><div align="center">when everything gets shattered.</div><div align="center">Im supposed to be strong.</div><div align="center">Supposed.</div><div align="center">Should.</div><div align="center">Strong.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">How till today i carry the <span style="font-size:180%;">scars </span>you gave me.</div><div align="center">and all i know is i had enough. for now.</div><div align="center">being in a relationship with a type of guy who never appriciates a woman, is really gay.</div><div align="center">well, look, those sacrifices, the kindness and the whatsoever was end up mean zero. ZERO.</div><div align="center">show some respect to people if you wanna have the respect back, young man.</div><div align="center">and understand woman's need if you want them to know wat you need.</div><div align="center">its not when you had this stupid silly matter, u bump up to her and when she has this unemotion situation, u ran and trying not to listen. thats makes you 2% closer to JERK! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">stop being so sellfish</div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-64045160437953040712009-02-14T11:33:00.000-08:002009-04-18T14:07:16.924-07:00fourteen of february..l.o.l.o.l.o.l.o.v.e.<br />o.c.e.a.n. a.v.e.n.u.e.<br />that alanis song we sorta danced to<br />y.e.a.h. y.e.a.h. y.e.a.h.<br />u know how sometimes, you can remember something and you remember exactly how you felt at that time?exactly exactly exactly how it felt.<br />bedtime stories, dancing, sunrises, whipcream, high ways<br />crap lah. i feel like crap. c-r-a-p, crap.<br />i cannot not talk to u.<br />i cannot not listen to music.<br />i cannot not see u.<br />coz i cannot not tell u when shite happens,u listen.<br />coz dude, music is like, oxygen.<br />coz even with my eyes closed, ur there.<br /><br />c-r-a-p. crap. CRAP.<br /><br />everycorner is decorated with heart shape, red n pink color, and teddies. and everywhere also got couple here n there. its fourteen of february. well, its LOVINTINE'S day.. yeah. its pronounds that way. yeah people. can u smell sumthing. something sweet and warm. yah L.O.V.E. love is in the air. everywhere. everycorner. LOVINtine's day. oh yeah.. being in love is awesome. eventho is not the day that me and him celebrate it, but i smell love everywhere! yah. some celebrating it alone. or maybe with bunch of bachelor friends..Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-32675862180002804572009-01-30T23:32:00.000-08:002009-01-30T23:36:57.065-08:00tunduk dan fikir...<div align="left">bumi mana tak di timpa hujan...</div><div align="left">langit mana tak pernah mendung...</div><div align="left">bukan semua yg pahit itu kejam...</div><div align="left">mungkin sekadar sinisan tanpa niat...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">tak bererti yg keluar dari mulut itu sengaja di muntahkan...</div><div align="left">kemesraan tak bererti ucapan kasih sayang...</div><div align="left">kasih sayang tak bererti pengorbanan harta kekayaan...</div><div align="left">kecintaan tak beerti belaian penuh perasaan...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">maaf andai aku terkasar bahasa...</div><div align="left">aku mmg tidak seperti yg lain...</div><div align="left">bagus la kalau jahat aku dilihat...</div><div align="left">mungkin itu lebih baik dari hipokrasi....</div><div align="left">di luar baik tetapi di dalam penuh kecelakaan...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">perubahan memang perlu ada...</div><div align="left">aku kan cuba merubah sekiranya kau juga berubah...</div><div align="left">tak perlu bertempik, memaki, menghina aku seperti anjing...</div><div align="left">sekadar perlu menegur...</div><div align="left">itu sudah memadai bagi aku...</div><div align="left">apa yang aku ingin katakan...</div><div align="left">jangan pertikaikan kasih dan sayang aku...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">tapi jangan risau...</div><div align="left">kalau kau dah bosan...</div><div align="left">kau cuma perlu cakap...</div><div align="left">bukan mengelak...</div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-87719440780890812252009-01-27T22:31:00.000-08:002009-01-27T22:39:46.600-08:00compromise<div align="justify">Wahai insan yang bergelar LELAKI. Jangan lah HIPOKRIT. Tanpa Wanita, hati perasaan & fikiran tak akan tenang. mereka tetap mencari walaupun ada segalanya. apa yang tiada di syurga hingga Adam tetap rindukan Hawa? wanita dijadikan daripada tulang rusuk yang bengkok untuk diluruskan oleh kaum Adam. tapi andainya lelaki itu sendiri yang bengkok, bagaimana hendak menghasilkan bayangan yang lurus? </div><div align="justify">biarpun akal wanita setipis rambutnya, hatinya serapuh kaca, tanpa wanita, lelaki tetap akan kosong. </div><div align="justify">Semua lelaki perlukan wanita. jangan hipokrit!!</div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-29725891527341707352009-01-23T18:10:00.000-08:002009-01-23T18:38:10.316-08:00dulu, kini & selamanya...<div align="center">apa lah arti hidup tiada cinta?</div><div align="center">apa lah artinya cinta ngak punya kasih?<br />apa lah arti diriku tanpa hadirmu?<br />apa lah arti semuanya andai dirimu ngak ada?<br /><br />i wanna upload loadsa pictures. pictures between me and my love one.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SXp9g_2w1rI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gnAYzz-HReE/s1600-h/P1040686.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294682317777852082" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SXp9g_2w1rI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gnAYzz-HReE/s320/P1040686.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SXp9gY9IM5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/QWw9zDCGcms/s1600-h/P1040684small.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294682307335566226" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SXp9gY9IM5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/QWw9zDCGcms/s320/P1040684small.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SXp9fkt-f1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/lj5ltI1JiI4/s1600-h/P1040683small.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294682293313371986" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SXp9fkt-f1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/lj5ltI1JiI4/s320/P1040683small.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />sweet isnt it?<br /><br />we creat LOVE, LOVE creat us..<br />my heart;his hand<br /></div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-8703402411256200612008-11-22T18:04:00.000-08:002008-11-22T18:36:33.420-08:00friend-sheep..people says, <em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">'formed many new friendships over the summer'</span>. </em>somehow, in friendship we need to learn forgive and forget. or else, can we really live without a person we called friends? I have learned that friendships come and go. Some are broken, lost forever. Some should have never been, were just an illusion. i used to examine myself harshly as friendships fractured, broke up, became dust, got blown away. now it's simple whatever. *sigh* In our world of sharing and caring the only rule is don’t pick up. It’s all about <strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">friends love friends</span></strong>. In recovery the path-plan addicts want to think they are receiving and giving away experience, strength, and hope.And all of us looking for that sweet spot again. so the prize remains’ the same but the game play plan is changed.<br />Friendship is an extraordinary bond. Friends are always with you-even when they are thousands of miles away.<br />so treasure the friendsgip. the true friendship. you'll be grate! and once you have a new friend, just keep the old. coz the old is gold.<br /><br />ALL friendships ARE relationships, BUT not all relationships are friendships<br /><br />xoxo,<br />cik kayanganJohanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-58556841676254973102008-11-16T01:13:00.000-08:002008-11-16T01:39:12.093-08:00sick-sigh<div align="justify">hello people... beeeeing sooo busy with works. went back everyday at 10pm was really tiring. thats why im kinda lazy to update my blog. anyway, i have this SHARP pain in my tonsel. ggrrr.. I cant sleep, my tonsel is being a fucking pain in the dick because it wont let me sleep. haha. Saturday and Sunday, just take some rest. trying recovering from being sick, so sleep in and just relax. but its not helping. i hate being sick. i had this thing called 'beguk' in malay. haha. </div><div align="justify">tomorrow is monday. i hate monday. its because i had a lots of assignments projects and agreements to be done. and that makes me even MORE sick. with those two staffs who HATES me. haha. well, the boss loves me more then u both so keep ur hateness up and high. haha. </div><div align="justify">im fetish for bubur ayam at the moment since i cant eat oily food, or anything. make me bubur or give me mcd's bubur ayam. haha. but i went to mcd just now with hubbie, i still ordering double chessssss burger. i eat and swollen thing that will hurt my tonsel. budukapaka? haha. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">i miss my lovely boo-gundut...</div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-34260407746159413652008-11-04T04:29:00.000-08:002008-11-04T04:40:08.709-08:00m.a.n.u.k.a.n<div align="justify">the picnic to manukan with frontiers club was amazing! it was great! haha. eventho im having this sunburn, but its okay. its fun! haha. those colorful fishes really makes me happy! hoho.</div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SRBBzN9NuCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x1rOveQ1JYA/s1600-h/PB010070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264780312571656226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SRBBzN9NuCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x1rOveQ1JYA/s320/PB010070.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />me, phaD, pipie and safwan.. arriving at manukan..</p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SRBBzVG2DkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wwROt53-L34/s1600-h/1233274106_bf9ac4b58c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264780314491096642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SRBBzVG2DkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wwROt53-L34/s320/1233274106_bf9ac4b58c.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">the fishesss....</p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SRBBzMHxTzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HcpPHMxfkdk/s1600-h/1113553343_440a0a5664.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264780312079060786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SRBBzMHxTzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HcpPHMxfkdk/s320/1113553343_440a0a5664.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">the corals.. </p><p> </p><p>eventho end up with phaD tercucuk landak laut, he never stop swimming. nda jera-jera. haha</p>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-81481208450586728522008-10-26T06:29:00.000-07:002008-10-26T09:45:15.687-07:00here im back!!<p align="center"> its been a while for updating my blogger. its a very very busy days i had been thru. yeah very busy. hoho. but still, thanks for all those comment and messages in my friendster on my birthday. hoho. anyway, nothing much here. just living my day to the blast with my beloved gundut and those people in frontiers. i will updates more soon. hugs.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SQRx8t1Y2MI/AAAAAAAAALw/R-88Qp3eOfQ/s1600-h/PA220026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261455552585193666" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SQRx8t1Y2MI/AAAAAAAAALw/R-88Qp3eOfQ/s320/PA220026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p> <p align="center"><br />and for ur all information, haha. abg bob is gone in heaven. so, im back in free with my lovely lovely switart. hahahaha...<br /></p>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-62908033946022221072008-09-16T04:32:00.000-07:002008-09-17T04:57:59.947-07:00my jiwa & raga..i have two man in my life that i care and love the most. the one that give me hopes and faiths, loves and cares. one, my boyfriend. second, my bestest bestfriend. they just simply rawk my world. haha. and i love them so much. <333 and they both i called, my jiwa & raga.. korang pilihlah sape nak jadi jiwa and sape nak jadi raga. haha.<br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="center">here's the pictures me and my gendut on our buddy day out. simply adorable.</div><p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SNDuhbbHvDI/AAAAAAAAALY/i_KY2QxUWAk/s1600-h/P9160006_edited-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246955823951232050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SNDuhbbHvDI/AAAAAAAAALY/i_KY2QxUWAk/s320/P9160006_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SNDuhxfy3JI/AAAAAAAAALg/_-1p5gzVKDw/s1600-h/P9160012_edited-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246955829876415634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SNDuhxfy3JI/AAAAAAAAALg/_-1p5gzVKDw/s320/P9160012_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SNDuiDMXJ0I/AAAAAAAAALo/GsS91uRQiA0/s1600-h/P9160037_edited-11.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246955834626746178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SNDuiDMXJ0I/AAAAAAAAALo/GsS91uRQiA0/s320/P9160037_edited-11.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">we went to hmmph, hair cut. the pukang potong rambut is loke woow raggee siot. haha. then we went to wisma. window shopping. actually looking for his sandal and none of them match his taste. ya ya. semua pun ada ja kritikan. haha. after wisma we went to api-api at sportmart, centre point, warisan and finally wawasan. awh ya, we break fast in the car. with cup of coke. kembung perut siot. haha. at the end, we didnt not get anything. haha. we had fun. </p>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-3621037816930783732008-09-15T09:47:00.000-07:002008-09-16T06:48:27.818-07:00i missed those people...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"><strong>azrul talk to me. about his conversation with azeem. and it makes me cry.</strong></span><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SM6Smhpxy5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/WCvncWExiv8/s1600-h/Chill+Out(112).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246291806499490706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SM6Smhpxy5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/WCvncWExiv8/s400/Chill+Out(112).jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">the memories...</div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SM6Sm1GaQeI/AAAAAAAAALA/f1uqHvGDgJk/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246291811719856610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SM6Sm1GaQeI/AAAAAAAAALA/f1uqHvGDgJk/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">the bowling session...</p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SM6SnCo3DJI/AAAAAAAAALI/ooSiKueqdZw/s1600-h/azeem+in+my+room!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246291815354010770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SM6SnCo3DJI/AAAAAAAAALI/ooSiKueqdZw/s400/azeem+in+my+room!.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">azeem makan maggi in my room..</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SM6SnGHo-bI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dTZ155zbHCA/s1600-h/udin+mulut+bida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246291816288418226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SM6SnGHo-bI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dTZ155zbHCA/s400/udin+mulut+bida.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">udin playing my eyeliner...</p><p align="center">the dialogs that i missed the most..</p><p align="center">azeem : 'uinah ging...',, 'macam anjing-anjing',, 'panjang jangan sebut ah',, 'punyaaa sandi ko ging'.</p><p align="center">udin : 'mat, peler ko pindik macam ni ja kan?'</p><p align="center">mat : 'mati la. mati la'</p><p align="center">i missed them all. seriously. i miss them. so much.</p><p align="center">azeem, mat, udin, zed, memei, riney, and all of them la. zen people.</p>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-50947151703315965652008-09-15T07:35:00.000-07:002008-09-15T07:42:16.825-07:00saya sudah kehilangan si gendut sayadear azrul.. i wanna tell u the whole thing when times come but u knew it earlier. so im sorry. i thought u said u dont love me so, make a move then. haha. bah bah. friends is forever bah. kau nak jadik kawan, aku tak kesah.. we rawk!!<br /><br />endang!! kak izan is sooo gempak siot! haha. nah nah.. girlfriend si azrul dah ader boyfriend baru siot! haha. ex-girlfriend. dowh. anyway, kak izan, you rawk!! bia pun aku tukar link, kamu sungguh celik IT sehingga menjumpai aku! haha.. tinggal si endang dengan gendutnya. aku punya gendut nda lama lagi kurus tu. nda sudah gendut. si badak sudah tiada gajahnya.. si gemuk tiada sudah si gendutnya. woohoo..<br /><br />iam not in a mood of blogging but hey people.. i love you all!! kepada semua yang membaca, terima kaseh!!<br /><br />p/s : kak izan, drop bah komen! hahaJohanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-10194060789863280412008-09-13T04:26:00.000-07:002008-09-14T05:27:16.675-07:00azrul said, 'semoga berbahagia. akhirnya sempurna'..<div align="center"><strong>ღmiss tanashah and mr bobღ</strong></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245840505758823026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SMz4JXYcMnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vtSbeJikDFU/s400/cikKAYANGANhugs.jpg" border="0" />he's my sunshine. and he made me soo happy in the morning and night. he made me so absolutely happy and its not funny anymore. and my life seemed so worth it. i love him. and i meant it. and we im happy. we happy i think. dont u happy syg? haha. </p><p align="justify">and when i remembered, friends said, 'u'll find someone better.someone much better than awang. trust me.' or, 'forget azrul la babe. he's not belongs to you.' NOW i realize that its true. there is someone for me. and i found it! wahaha. so thanks for your friendster shout out azrul. u such a nice guy ever!! haha. well, at least all my questions about my friendship with azrul, answered!! kadang-kadangkan, saya sendiri bingung what the hell he need from me again. after things happened. so please just go, if you read this. im so tired be next to you. maybe im not a nice friend. im sorry. Things have been hard. Things have been driving me crazy.Things have been changing. and im changing. Frustrate you. Kill you. Ruin you. Ruin the friendship. wasnt my fault. and wasnt me to be blame. ask yourself. all i know now is im happy. im happy without you. seriously. oh, even if i havent meet abg bob. still im happy without you. so if you wanna be friend, be good kerana, aku sungguh pening melayan kerenah kamu! saya penat! If I dont make your heart skip a beat, then hate me. haha.</p><p align="center">SO ITS THE TIME TO LET THE PAST STOP, HURTING ME! </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /> </p>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-68996685668803745302008-09-11T21:43:00.000-07:002008-09-11T22:29:43.077-07:00two heart beat as one<div align="center">introducing, <strong><em><u><span style="color:#ffff33;">mr. khafez</span></u></em></strong>. hoho.</div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SMn0aINwy8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kk2nfX5uYKo/s1600-h/1_402998895l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244991970768636866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SMn0aINwy8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kk2nfX5uYKo/s400/1_402998895l.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">p/s : sorry to abang cause i took this picture. haha. fyi people, this pic may be a year but he still look the same.</p><p align="center">okay, here's the story. he's been MISSING, for SEVEN YEARS and finally with the help of God and Iffa's laundry assigment, we meet up. and i think we in love. love?? yeah, i guess so. is that we called FATE and DISTANY? is it JODOH? OR TAKDIR like our sms conversation about TAKDIR and stuff. i do believe in jodoh and takdir. and i do believe in US.</p><p align="center">okay, some people, be ashame to fall in love. but when they missed that someone that much. they will can never deny thay they in love. love cant be force. they will come naturally. like us. the love came naturally. haha. conclusion, i love him and he love me too. insya Allah dengan doa kami berdua, we can get thru all of it and be happily ever after. haha. </p>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-37987518736346457382008-09-10T21:10:00.000-07:002008-09-11T21:22:38.200-07:0010th ramadhan..<div align="center">its been 2 fcukken years i havent meet miss linda. and she called. and we meet up. just a while but it was great.<br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244983794725791986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SMns-OFPqPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ef6gfMwFtZA/s400/P9100011.JPG" border="0" /><br />and here's picture encek wan and me. we had our breaking fastwith miss ayu too. she's adorable girl. very sweet and pretty. hoho. </p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SMntmWLM9fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xM8ofBIbWMI/s1600-h/P9100041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244984484093031922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SMntmWLM9fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xM8ofBIbWMI/s400/P9100041.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">the breaking fast was okay and abg bob joining us a while. awh. i missed him. haha. </p>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-90316049757295961422008-09-07T22:59:00.000-07:002008-09-07T23:49:09.730-07:00muka dan detik keriangan bersama mantan kekasih<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SMTB0LyoLmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bO42u5CwSPo/s1600-h/muka-muka+keriangan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243528968428596834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" height="313" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SMTB0LyoLmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bO42u5CwSPo/s400/muka-muka+keriangan.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">we doing just FINE and GREAT..</span></strong><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">people, meet azREPUBLIC. my soulmate. my bestfriend. my love??</span></strong><br /></div><br /><p align="left">okay, today was our second time breaking fast two-gether. it was fun and good. told you, we doing just <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><u><em>FINE</em></u></strong></span> and <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><u><em>GREAT</em></u></strong></span>. did i mention that we had our break fast at Sate Mesra last year on the third day of Ramadhan? this year same place but its was on the fifth day. Buffet. haha. it was FUN to see he ate a lot. senang hati woo. okay and today, seventh day of fasting we had our lamb chop session. oh ya, before that we spend our stupid crazy hours jalan-jalan tengok keretas (with S means more than one). until end up at TAMPARULI. yes, tamparuli, i repeat. crazy bha. but we had fun. pictures snappings. laughing. singing. lawak ketidak-atururan. its was FUN! then, we went to one borneo for windows shopping. he's trying this cloths and that. looking this stuffs and that. trying perfums this and that. haha. so thats for today. we doin just fine. </p><p align="left">and he sang for me...</p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong>'hey wanita,gembira dapat berjumpa,teringat kembali kali pertama kita bersua,ingat bila kita bersepatu serupa,tak lama dahulu jangan kau kata kau dah lupa.gemuk,dirimu buat ku tertarik,menghilang segala prasangka,di jiwa,ohh gemuk,sungguh aku cinta kamu'</strong></span></p><p align="left"><br />fyi,, i miss him. haha</p>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-60543443163827771742008-09-04T00:36:00.000-07:002008-09-04T22:00:08.272-07:00i miss you, and its bloody true<div align="justify">i need HELP and opinion people. should i keep in touch with him, ...theloveofmylife or just stay away and run hide from him?? actually, im afraid BAD things happened again. like the night i was at his house. freak me alot. i really dont want it to happen again! serious shit!! but i missed him. haha. come on people, i've been thinging, wondering, dreaming about him for the past two months. i'd cried myself to sleep. yes until now. pethatic bha kau pikir!! </div><div align="justify">so i just need your opinion about ;-</div><div align="justify"><strong><u>'SHOULD I KEEP IN TOUCH WITH HIM OR JUST STAY AWAY, RUN AND HIDE FROM HIM'</u></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><u></u></strong></div><div align="justify">I think, i'm going to go BEZERK. i spent my ENTIRE NIGHT last night thinking what had happened to me and my ...theloveofmylife. seriously i keep wondering and thinking things again and again. what the fuck is happening? why this happened? stupid me. remorsed and regrets! wtf! </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">my ...loveofmylife was sick last night. he had this red eyes crap. and guess what? i brought him to permai policlinic. ya ya. stupid me. i missed him thats all. thats the only way i could see him. God listen to my heart. what i asked was only he dail my number so that i can listen to his voice. but God really loves us. God wont tortures people's feeling. so He met us up! haha. Thanks God for that. haha. okay, then after the clinic session, we had our lepak session at Rimba Sutera. just a glass of ice tea with lemon (isnt it ice lemon tea?). and he had talk. it was fun to see him. smiling. laughing. and he doesnt look SICK! haha. ya ya. red eyes. come on people, just tell him that i am the '<em>penawar</em>'. haha. we went to mc donald drive thru and get some bites. ronda-ronda kingfisher cari abg bob's laundry and cyber cafe. urgh. but was okay la. we found plenty laundries. and zero cyber cafe. anyway its 12 fucking AM. and we went back at 1.30AM. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">i missed him already. breath in breath out.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div align="justify">i don't realise, but i let let myself hurting me so badly inside. so badly that sometimes i just feel that you don't have the same feelings towards me anymore. and i sometimes, i feel like it's better if we dont see each other, call or smses. but i don't want to, cause that wouldn't only hurt you (maybe) but it will hurt me deeply. cause i'll be missing you so bad. i miss you voice. it will scar my heart, forever. so now, i'm bearing with it. i'm trying to learn to accept the fact that's we just the way we are. & i fallen with who you are, that line is puree. it's just bringing you trouble. well, it's my lost, i'm not going to be bugged about it, just a waste of my time. and i can't change the fact that you still 'HATES' me. I THINK MY HEART HAS STOPPED BEATING. more like <strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">"i think my heart has just started BLEEDING again".</span></strong> it hurts. it hurts alot.<br />but i guess i can't do anything about it. unless you tell me what you want in me. but maybe, i won't change. cause life worth nothing to me anymore. </div><div align="justify">I'm just sorry. for anything. i've done. i guess. and. yeah. </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">**sor·ry play_w adj. sor·ri·er, sor·ri·est </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">*1. Feeling or expressing sympathy, pity, or regret: I'm sorry I'm late.<br />2. Worthless or inferior; paltry: a sorry excuse.<br />3. Causing sorrow, grief, or misfortune; grievous: a sorry development</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;">i'm an emotional wreck.</span></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">freak. i hate you i hate you i hate you. Can't imagine that we are over. it's over. its been two months? Fcuk you, i'm pissed and stressed out. i need a massage. message from you. argh. pethatic!!</div><div align="justify">well, overall, my life is just screwed up.yes it is. DEFINITELY. so help me. *sarcasm*sigh</div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-83770101084428611762008-09-03T06:08:00.000-07:002008-09-03T06:48:27.282-07:00private blog or just let it be public?<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SL6Sh-wBvjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Cm_5ql0aMGs/s1600-h/m162927732.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241788128783613490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="77" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZpDJ4xITRo/SL6Sh-wBvjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Cm_5ql0aMGs/s320/m162927732.jpg" width="314" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">dear friends and readers, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">i had this anonymous who actually comments my blog, recently. and i think those word a harsh! </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">so, tell me, should i just keep this blog public or private to people i invites and approve only.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">drop your comment. its help. thanks. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">to anonymous, thanks for the comment. why dont you put your name instead of anonymous?? dont you dare?? wtf!!</span><br /><br />the 3rd day of fasting was okay lah. wasnt that bad after all. but i missed those time last year where me and him spending this fasting month together. haha. 3rd day 2007 fasting, we end up break fast at satay mesra, city mall. and i remembered, he ate A LOT!!. i still remember it. whoa.. gilak nie! but memories rawk. and pethatic!! like sara said, im not like Johanna she knew. im no more talkative. silence all the way. haha.<br />me and my friends *name sencored*, went to bazaar ramadhan buying food for us. and suddenly i said to my girlfriend, 'babe, ni makanan favourite awang. yong tau foo. he like to eat this.' haha. am i that pethatic? omg. pergh. i can even forget about him. help!!! </div><div align="center">i had this conversation with a friend of mine, i spent basicly 6 hours talking about feelings and how regretful i am. im tired crying for 2 amazing pethatic months. believe it, i've been crying everyday dowh! crazy as fakk! I dont know how write more interesting posts,it just comes down to how much.how happy i am being with the one i called ...loveofmylife. </div><div align="center">my wish, please God. makes him call me. i miss his voice.</div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">TELL ME HOW TO GET RID OF HIM!! PLEASE!</span></strong></div></div>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-74768126285984749962008-08-28T07:48:00.000-07:002008-08-28T08:08:11.844-07:00to my no-longer-boyfriend..to the one i used to called ...loveofmylife<br />u came into my life,<br /><p>brings those happiness, loves and cares. the shine that brights my dark life. but my heart always questions myself. are you my distany? are you the one? are you? a million questions in mind. do i always make you happy? am i happy? yes i am happy being with you. but will the happiness last? i think it will. happy forever with you and me.</p><p>but, now you're gone. heavenly gone. just leaves me with thousands memories. sweet memories. bitter one too. thanks for those memories. ;) but i always wish for us to be us like we used to be.</p><p>now i realize, the fates that i need to face. the one i need to go through. and i know that you wasnt the one for me. wasnt the one. you belongs to that someone who much better. thousand more better than me. i could cry an hour. crying myself to sleep. remorse. regrets. but hey, shits happened.</p><p>hey, i hope you'll always be happy. with who ever the girl is. the one you loves. and care. </p><p>p/s : sorry friends. i just expressing my heart out. wahaha. luahkan sesuatu bisa melegakan kan?</p><p>xoxo,</p><p>misstaNashah</p>Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4691888390492511190.post-72616768266566717022008-08-25T09:47:00.000-07:002008-08-25T09:52:19.268-07:00kau puisi hatiku...DOA SEORANG KEKASIH<br />TUHANKU,seandainya telah kau catat dia mlikku,tercipta buatku, dekatkanlah dia padakusatu kan hatinya dengan hatiku.titipkan kemesraan antara kami agar kebahagiaan ini abadi,dan tuhanku YANG MAHA PENGASIH,seiringkanlah kami dalam melayari hidup ke tepian yang sejahtera.. tetapi tuhanku,seandainya telah engkau takdirkan dia bukan milikku,bawalah dia jauh dari pandanganku.luput dari ingatanku dan peliharakanlah diriku dari kecewanya.tuhanku YANG MAHA MENGERTI,berilah diriku kekuatan melontar bayangannya ke dada langit,hilang bersama senja merah dan gelap pekat malam agar aku rasa bahagia walalupun tanpa dirinya dan tuhanku YANG TERCINTA,gantikanlah yang telah hilang tumbuhkanlah kembali yang telah patah meskipun tiada sama dengan dirinya seandainya dia datang menemuiku dan cinta itu adalah cinta yang sejati dan suci seandainya dia pergi dan tiada menemuiku dan anggaplah cinta itu tidak wujud dari awal..Johanna Natashahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211735636004221292noreply@blogger.com11