<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:12:47.480+08:00</updated><category term='memories of the future...'/><category term='Understand us'/><category term='Secret out..'/><category term='5 days of misery..'/><category term='5 days of misery'/><title type='text'>D end</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-6099279571273727801</id><published>2009-04-17T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:28:23.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo I was thinking a little bit what would it take to authenticate my nigganess 7 inch when I call up the bitch,Yeah that's some nigga shit,honestly we only out for our own benefit welfare recipients, the infamous free clinics is the sickest shit it makes me think what the hell they clean they're syringes with everybody bleedin the cops or the demons,courtrooms full of goons, jailbrushers leanin,handcuffs squeezed too tight.If u fight they just give in people used to do sit ins. once upon a time they got Nigeria and Niger two different countries,Somehow niger turned to nigger and shit got ugly the problem is we started thinking like the colonists too started droppin that consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pressure couldn't escape us through the ages,We changed the basis of derogatory phrases and I say it's quite amazing the use the ghetto terms developed in our own language no matter where it came fromI t's celebrated now people are mad if they ain't one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to erase me from y'all memory too late I'm engraved in history,speak my name and breath life in me make sure y'all never forget me y'all give me life cause yall use my name so reckless whether to be accepted or disrespected and I love especially when y'all do it in public and I'm the subject cause&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y'all my niggas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a random note,im nt infected with disease or any other virus,im clean sheesh no more wake up calls plz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-6099279571273727801?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/6099279571273727801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=6099279571273727801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6099279571273727801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6099279571273727801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-i-was-thinking-little-bit-what-would.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-5457178815104723849</id><published>2008-10-13T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:36:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i aint dead,i aint done, i aint scared of what! i aint run from who but still i stand, no matterr what here i am... no matter what remember I aint break I aint fold They hate me mo’ so!)Yeah I know… haha There I go yeah no matter what shawty here I go no matter what shawty&lt;br /&gt;I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid. Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics. Articulate but still a grab a nigga by the collar quick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5457178815104723849?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5457178815104723849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=5457178815104723849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5457178815104723849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5457178815104723849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-aint-deadi-aint-done-i-aint-scared-of.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-8814479600818276333</id><published>2008-09-09T04:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:45:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*brush the dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i learn for all this while,money sure cant buy happiness&lt;br /&gt;history is repeating itself and im abt to booked in for NS in 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to slow down,i need my feets to touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;promises are meant to be broken&lt;br /&gt;Nigger is dead,his asleep nvr to be awaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love syed nezar...&lt;br /&gt;so much pain,&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-2013450190040166273</id><published>2008-06-02T06:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:38.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres just so much pics to post but ill just let it be like this,the chalet was a blast the arguments were fun,i overcome something people thought that i wouldnt,i get to meet her,the family was great everyone was great my life is full of surprises and im thankful for everthing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am nt i was i am today a better man-nigger&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMnZYOBo6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QIjJgmpUCmg/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207048911121916834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMnZYOBo6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QIjJgmpUCmg/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMnZ543NGI/AAAAAAAAAME/dYbf4sLSFKg/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207048920159958114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMnZ543NGI/AAAAAAAAAME/dYbf4sLSFKg/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMnaOoxtkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aBujTc7og-Q/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207048925729633858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMnaOoxtkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aBujTc7og-Q/s400/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMnaps4UlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/1P6qze-gueg/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207048932994601554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMnaps4UlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/1P6qze-gueg/s400/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlOz4q_8I/AAAAAAAAALU/OSeOwVeeBy0/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207046530546728898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlOz4q_8I/AAAAAAAAALU/OSeOwVeeBy0/s400/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlQxe5rLI/AAAAAAAAALc/pHrEKHcVkJo/s1600-h/IMG_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207046564261506226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlQxe5rLI/AAAAAAAAALc/pHrEKHcVkJo/s400/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlRN228pI/AAAAAAAAALk/zQ39znPyV5I/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207046571878183570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlRN228pI/AAAAAAAAALk/zQ39znPyV5I/s400/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlRt8b7zI/AAAAAAAAALs/U5ZHR1W_Aew/s1600-h/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207046580491513650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlRt8b7zI/AAAAAAAAALs/U5ZHR1W_Aew/s400/IMG_0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlSKE8u2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/OJJMF36_96Q/s1600-h/IMG_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207046588043410274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMlSKE8u2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/OJJMF36_96Q/s400/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The craziest buch of boys i have been bestown upon,even thou they like getting into trouble i still love em,my brick walls... all they need is just the 6 of em to conquer u mathafuckers who wana fuck wit us,i aint scared coz i know ill never walk alone,let it be known im troublesome..&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only see what your eyes want to see,how can life be what you want it to be                          You're frozen,when your heart's not open                                                                                         You're so consumed with how much you get,you waste your time with hate and regret         You're broken when your heart's not open&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no point in placing the blame,and you should know I suffer the same,if I lose you,my heart will be broken&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bird,&lt;br /&gt;she needs to fly&lt;br /&gt;Let all the hurt inside of you die&lt;br /&gt;You're frozen,if I could melt your heart, we'd never be apart, give yourself to me, you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207055957755173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMtzi-UG5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/MDgqG1qWE-0/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes memories are not easy to erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94cc653bdb5d2dc7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/2013450190040166273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=2013450190040166273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2013450190040166273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2013450190040166273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-just-so-much-pics-to-post-but.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SEMnZYOBo6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QIjJgmpUCmg/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-7529751591449497567</id><published>2008-05-06T08:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:40.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may be jealous of you,coz i dont have you..but here's wat i got witout you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You start your week with cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197058671960860914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-pU7MXKPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6EjLZJedu8Y/s400/28042008352.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then on a particular day u go to club,where your invited and only you wit some people(watch the video to understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-pVLMXKQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nrobaT-22EU/s1600-h/28042008347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197058676255828226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-pVLMXKQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nrobaT-22EU/s400/28042008347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goin to the club u take a train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-pVLMXKRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/iTCHIO1xISo/s1600-h/28042008348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197058676255828242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-pVLMXKRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/iTCHIO1xISo/s400/28042008348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for train boredom strike u become nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-pVbMXKSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Mc8Q0helebI/s1600-h/28042008351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197058680550795554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-pVbMXKSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Mc8Q0helebI/s400/28042008351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody wana know ur daily life scheme haha,secondly stop making people diss u,thirdly it feels so great to be single when ur a boy,fourthly the word's "your strong""oh my gawd""it's so big"seems to turn me off,but they enjoyed it,so did i,safe sex is cool!you see i just like being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;expensive and cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best girl-friend ive ever had!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197058667665893602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-pUrMXKOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IoJArCWtuSY/s400/P1090697.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Now the handsign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197062034920253778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-sYrMXKVI/AAAAAAAAALM/rBzr-PNB0qA/s400/17752_a%2520(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The party people!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197062030625286466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-sYbMXKUI/AAAAAAAAALE/oEPuvrp4fZM/s400/P1090700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The saddest part is that,my wife(PSP)charger is spoil,but then i dicided to re-marry with another girl who caught my eyes(THE W960!)im attached again!!yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197062026330319154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-sYLMXKTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wrO6wRdIUOI/s400/hahah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am i,or what have ive change to,is all thanks to nuradillah binte rosli...&lt;/div&gt;im just a kid with a nigger behind it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6f89889cfc963bc0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f89889cfc963bc0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331504752%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8107DA59E96CCC2799BAB5E73C7E28F67C60A4F8.18DF83F028B767E2EB325499D236DE7DA5E50A10%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f89889cfc963bc0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8ZuO73IEDO4N0uumnZW020xnhio&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f89889cfc963bc0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331504752%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8107DA59E96CCC2799BAB5E73C7E28F67C60A4F8.18DF83F028B767E2EB325499D236DE7DA5E50A10%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f89889cfc963bc0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8ZuO73IEDO4N0uumnZW020xnhio&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we could make it,forever i waited,but they told me that im never gona get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7529751591449497567?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6f89889cfc963bc0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7529751591449497567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=7529751591449497567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7529751591449497567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7529751591449497567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-may-be-jealous-of-youcoz-i-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SB-pU7MXKPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6EjLZJedu8Y/s72-c/28042008352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-2034113518209642611</id><published>2008-04-21T01:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If every nigger hated me,this would be the reason....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wont even talk i let the picture's speak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this post is somehow very very and i mean verrrrrrrrryyyyyyy important to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the vain me,the hated me and the wants of me...and the love one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191454746041704194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAvAlgVU3wI/AAAAAAAAAJs/t_soXy_28Rs/s400/1_376632625l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuDdQVU3qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fvOtJ3XXdok/s1600-h/10042008312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191387534098488994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuDdQVU3qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fvOtJ3XXdok/s400/10042008312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuDdgVU3rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/StFjZz0yX8k/s1600-h/20042008343.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191460153405529906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAvFgQVU3zI/AAAAAAAAAKE/f2JSxn8agKc/s400/20042008343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuDdgVU3sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7q0n8Rl53YQ/s1600-h/47018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191387538393456322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuDdgVU3sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7q0n8Rl53YQ/s400/47018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuAhwVU3kI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lubJWRmXCdc/s1600-h/30012006308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191384312873016898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuAhwVU3kI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lubJWRmXCdc/s400/30012006308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuAiAVU3lI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pC0sifTPQyI/s1600-h/20042008343.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuAiAVU3mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2-gBri0gOqg/s1600-h/30012006307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191384317167984226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuAiAVU3mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2-gBri0gOqg/s400/30012006307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sweat and hateness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuAiQVU3nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SQa9qi4SyH4/s1600-h/30012006306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191384321462951538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuAiQVU3nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SQa9qi4SyH4/s400/30012006306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "cant be bother"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuAiQVU3oI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZkDVSKE7aC4/s1600-h/10042008313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191384321462951554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuAiQVU3oI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZkDVSKE7aC4/s400/10042008313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake&amp;amp;loveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAt_wQVU3gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7SCFYNgwKPo/s1600-h/29012006297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191383462469492226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAt_wQVU3gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7SCFYNgwKPo/s400/29012006297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The vein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAt_wQVU3hI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y1iUBIUAMLM/s1600-h/16042008323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191383462469492242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAt_wQVU3hI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y1iUBIUAMLM/s400/16042008323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The vein 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAt_wgVU3iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QhxsA0-ltr8/s1600-h/29012006301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191383466764459554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAt_wgVU3iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QhxsA0-ltr8/s400/29012006301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The alchol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191383466764459570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAt_wgVU3jI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6YLRX4blXFc/s400/08022008129-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191461162722844482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAvGbAVU30I/AAAAAAAAAKM/M_YtJeaTGtE/s400/20042008341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The girl who help me write the ryhmes in the middle of the night the girl who once supported me in many ways,thank you u are the 1..this vid below was taken in 2006, the "1" pic was in 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ever and ever the performance--lyrics by nigger,lil lera,galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb4f2333ba650e88" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 658px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAvEOAVU3xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NF95y3iDyhA/s400/Presentation2.jpg" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me for my wicked sins and take my hand-Tupac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feel me if u know its important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:i did say i was gona let the pictures do the talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D-N&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAuKBAVU3uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/in8kf6cHnMI/s1600-h/IMG008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-2034113518209642611?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb4f2333ba650e88&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/2034113518209642611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=2034113518209642611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2034113518209642611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2034113518209642611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/SAvAlgVU3wI/AAAAAAAAAJs/t_soXy_28Rs/s72-c/1_376632625l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-5980706848186016925</id><published>2008-04-16T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:18:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Streets on fire...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was chillin at starbucks,now im at home thinking...pyschologicaly im human,i meet this person who i havent meet for nearly a year plus no source of conection,contact or watsoever...how would u treat someone who ask you for help??trash?sarcastic?bitch fit?rudely?egoistic??and on a random note,"topman" are for mats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you dont wana meet me plz dont,it just hurt,havent u hurt me enough??you dont need to push the money onto my hand,i was taking it properly,u dont expect me to take the money from u by snatching it and holding onto the the tip of the note so i wouldnt touch you,true,and do u even care abt the consiquences?ive to pay not u im the pusher,and u asking me to do the transaction fast,witout looking,bare this in mind TM is a hotspot...spare a thought im no trash girl,after you ive nvr meet any girl who has ever treated me like you just did,but thats wat makes u special..ive change alot,and i know u can see that..and so have you,u made me feel like a trash in front of your friends..theres so many negative things i wana say but i still wana help you coz its you im talking abt...but plz dont do that anymore..u can continue ur ways,just wana let you know ive gt feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes you’re sweeter than a pie made of lemon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But sometimes full of secrets like Clark Kent just,all I need is someone who’s willing to stroke my hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a soft blowing breeze..My poor sentimental side,just twist me around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He just sits and waits for her to kick in the door,he once was a hero she don't love him no more There's a blast, every time her foot hits the floor,his gift for not fighting another man's war and if they can get their hands on the mask that he wore,On his face, they can put somebody else in his place and restore the state, the illusion that its safe the state, that being a slave is great as gas fills the room and rockets destroy everything around him He stands to find himself surround by the only girl he has ever love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:no hard feelings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off to the gymmmmmmmm!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5980706848186016925?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5980706848186016925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=5980706848186016925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5980706848186016925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5980706848186016925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/04/streets-on-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-8891666818461025860</id><published>2008-04-12T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:04:41.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No words can describe how i felt today,shivering but for a good reason smiling but scared,no words can describe wat im feeling,nobody can react to how i react..thanks to all the hustler and most inportant to you and all niggers,we cool!!love u guys,love my gf(psp)love the memories and love to you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"like the 1st time i msg u,u were out eating woth your family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cling on to those wishes coz one day,                      &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Its gona come true....coz ive been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-8891666818461025860?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/8891666818461025860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=8891666818461025860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8891666818461025860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8891666818461025860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-words-can-describe-how-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-8738609736487615183</id><published>2008-04-10T04:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:44.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R_0kWZEU81I/AAAAAAAAAHc/U9ttK3qDTfY/s1600-h/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187342312905438034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R_0kWZEU81I/AAAAAAAAAHc/U9ttK3qDTfY/s400/n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was born 1989 april the tenth..He had music in his mind but didnt know where it went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a girlfriend now,she's my dearest gal,she'll always catch me when I fall she's always there when I call always talks so loud even in a crowded house she always shows what s he got I share my dreams and all my stories I don't think I need my diary If you're teasing me, don't you worry?I will keep you in my memories.....mocca baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really want to come kick it wit you..C.R.E.A.M everybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-8738609736487615183?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/8738609736487615183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=8738609736487615183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8738609736487615183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8738609736487615183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-was-born-1989-april-tenth.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R_0kWZEU81I/AAAAAAAAAHc/U9ttK3qDTfY/s72-c/n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-1972021962779580137</id><published>2008-02-27T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:35:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-And so it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;say whatever u wana say ill just hang on to the tiny cut rope:)i forgive you,im nt as evil as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im a man im a make a new plan time for to stand up and travel u land time for me to take matters ryte into my own hand once im over im nvr gona look back on this 8 mile road...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nigger!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-1972021962779580137?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/1972021962779580137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=1972021962779580137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/1972021962779580137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/1972021962779580137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-so-it-ends-hmm-so-im-lossertheres.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-4184387523971959507</id><published>2008-02-24T08:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:45.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is that the best you can do?middle finger and fuck you?i can do better you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i might win the battle,but im still fighting the war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okie let me introduce you to shuffling,it seems to be the in-thing at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&amp;amp;A session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q.Why do people call you nigger,isint it to be like a hip-hop thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My name is Syed Nezar,they call me "nigger"not bcoz of my "where i come from"its more to a name which i got it since pri school days,basically i was so into hip-hop that i took researc into the word"nigger" and from there i keep telling stories abt their suffer and share how strong they are,then my friends starts calling me dat,reaching secondary i was influence by some bad people where i gt into fytes,by telling people your real name,u can effect others,so thats where the name nigger comes from,hip-hop and gangsterism,i shuffle to kill time and hey im know oso as nigger when i shuffle,but since then ive thorwn away my gangster life..and hip-hop sooften me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q.What is shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to me its a dance we dance to trance,rave,electronica,house,drums &amp;amp; bass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q.what do u achieve for shuffling why so into it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i got fame!!and since i finish school and all i do is work,i need some time to enjoy so i shuffle,shuffle=get praise=new friends=widen circle of friendship and the girls love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Qshuffle too much.what abt school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im done with school ive graduated wit a nitec engineering cert and im taking O level this year yap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q.isint it a waste of money,u can spend it on nuradillah binte rosli!(hahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;erm i enter clubs free!i swear!i spend some cash on her too,but rarely,it just makes me happy eventhou she say watever i do it makes her hate me more,sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats all folks need more question just tag me,for now enjoy my shuffle&lt;/span&gt; vids&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R8SA2i8tLQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jk7OEJbigQI/s1600-h/homeClub18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171399946710887682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R8SA2i8tLQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jk7OEJbigQI/s400/homeClub18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the rays bestow upon me,they call me Nigger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171399345415466226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R8SATi8tLPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ack5LvJa40o/s400/DSC_0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..And this is my playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yntOUtLalfU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O06zSwzrzEo&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apollogy accepted my friend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;26th of feb,supposedly 4... :(-D-N&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-4184387523971959507?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/4184387523971959507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=4184387523971959507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4184387523971959507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4184387523971959507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-this-entry-is-for-you-addilah-binte.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R8SA2i8tLQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jk7OEJbigQI/s72-c/homeClub18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-461334868529429880</id><published>2008-02-21T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:41:06.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleboration...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first come to first i dont think its wrong to share wats in both ur heart and mind to the blog,get the facts i did write wat i wrote and i wrote it sincerely..if u say that words have no meaning then i wonder how you could calm a hurt and confuse priceless person by saying sweet stuff and always being there for her made the heart move in the end ended up being together... and if u disagree wit that then stop saying how much u love her in the blog and telling the world how much u love her..why are u telling her not to worry abt my words why are u feeling insecure u trust her dont you?or its it fading?i know i cant do action to prove shes priceless but through mentally and through my words u should know hw much i love her..u should treat her like a queen and nt making her  cry abt ur school friends,u should know the border,coz she drown my world trying to achieve u and dats more then enough of tears..i have then say sori to u and hope for forgiveness..plz note u started it..im just replying to where u went wrong..i love her and theres nothing the world can do..u know it,coz u can read,dont you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-461334868529429880?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/461334868529429880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=461334868529429880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/461334868529429880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/461334868529429880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/02/eleboration.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-2034053046753078964</id><published>2008-02-17T17:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:45.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I let the action and adventure speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7f83i8tLOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OvtFBIC8IW4/s1600-h/16022008157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167877128635362530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7f83i8tLOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OvtFBIC8IW4/s400/16022008157.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jak 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7f52S8tLNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yKeZYHAVbqA/s1600-h/17022008160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167873808625642706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7f52S8tLNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yKeZYHAVbqA/s400/17022008160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jak 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yntOUtLalfU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only start dancing at 0.30 secs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51cb64011a05847b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=2034053046753078964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2034053046753078964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2034053046753078964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-let-action-and-adventure-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7f83i8tLOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OvtFBIC8IW4/s72-c/16022008157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-4381761991558064733</id><published>2008-02-16T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:20:57.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Words are weapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i may nt have time to elobarate wat i wana say,but let me cut short,let it be know that an indirect approach could be a direct approach to someone..and i may have felt that indirect approach,ur so nt good in metaphor..i may be furious but i know where i stand, im cool like ice fuck,the only diff between our thoughts its that shes ur lover shes ur soon-to-be wife or watsoever,for me shes someone priceless,wit someone worthless.. :) hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when it comes to achieveing u,pride stand nowhere in line..i knw my limits im a grown up boy now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chingay party here i come...gt to let my 2cents out before i enjoy !!!lovE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A nigger can sense,escape and create trouble-Tupac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-4381761991558064733?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/4381761991558064733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=4381761991558064733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4381761991558064733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4381761991558064733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/02/words-are-weapon-i-may-nt-have-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-7076872481393558456</id><published>2008-02-14T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T04:34:24.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;good morning ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So i dreamt of you again ...helpppp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i keep ur picture in passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;lets go to wonderland..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;   my schedule  is cock up !!plns people plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nam's gopin to hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im shuffling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wats new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy valentine day nezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi-defination nytes all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7076872481393558456?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7076872481393558456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=7076872481393558456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7076872481393558456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7076872481393558456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-morning-ppl-so-i-dreamt-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-6971120951607332052</id><published>2008-02-13T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:46.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7IIei8tLMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9al3v0AmmDc/s1600-h/12738712244693a5c91cd69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166201043417902274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7IIei8tLMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9al3v0AmmDc/s400/12738712244693a5c91cd69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observe my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7IIRC8tLLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyZ76lKW4FY/s1600-h/43136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166200811489668274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7IIRC8tLLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyZ76lKW4FY/s400/43136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel like posting it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7IIGS8tLKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7r3wBaic510/s1600-h/43387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166200626806074530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7IIGS8tLKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7r3wBaic510/s400/43387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just feel like posting it 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so they say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a little weapon so i can find something small to use..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want a rocket launcher but im to young to use..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it something your unprepared for to..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bought it for you and only you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; i bet other's have to find something while u can use ur shoe polish!!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free chilly-lupe fiasco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-6971120951607332052?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/6971120951607332052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=6971120951607332052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6971120951607332052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6971120951607332052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-feel-like-posting-it-just-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/R7IIei8tLMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9al3v0AmmDc/s72-c/12738712244693a5c91cd69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-5788823796891948659</id><published>2008-02-12T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:44:39.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so it starts again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never thought i would have a day like this,but she came back wit the same suit she wore,so my mind was filling up wit liqour and more,i dreamt of u amid the flowers for a couple of hours on a beautiful day..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddddddd!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love the seas and i love the shore no love for no beach, baby that's loyal but she doesnt see, therefore I spoil,I trip, I fall, run up in raw i love her with all my heart every vein every vessel every bullet lodged with every flower that I ever took apart she said that she would give me greatness Status Placement above the others the likes of which that I have never seen her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams the purpose of our scene an obscene obsession with the bling she would be my queen, I could be her king together and we would both rule forever and I would never feel pain and if the rain stops, and everythings dry she would cry just so I could drink the tears from her eyes she'll teach me how to fly even cushion my fall nd I plummet from the sky but she would keep me high and if I ever die, she would commission monuments So her bosom to him Or maybe she'd retire as well a match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This life goes passin you by&lt;br /&gt;It might go fast if you lie&lt;br /&gt;You wanna live then you die.&lt;br /&gt;If lies goes passin you by&lt;br /&gt;Ddn`t cry if you`re breakin the rules&lt;br /&gt;Makin your moves&lt;br /&gt;Payin your dues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess im going good with words lol??well ive forgotten about you but fate dosent allow to let go of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hustler for death,no heaven for a gangster-lupe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy valentine day to people celebrating it....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5788823796891948659?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5788823796891948659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=5788823796891948659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5788823796891948659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5788823796891948659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-so-it-starts-again-i-never-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-3530422888691283230</id><published>2008-01-11T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T05:03:03.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wealth is in the heart and mind nt in the pocket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;okie im lazy ,but let me share my 2 cents,when someone bitch abt u,it may be something wat you have done in the past that u might nt remember andsomehow uve offended them,if nt why do they bother to bitch abt u,okie maybe they are jealous,but why ..ask them to figure their figure false,put their hand out the window and hit the raw..to all haters keep on hating im loving it!!call ur boses,but make sure im around..its time to celebrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bobitches!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and if u bitches gt a porblem and go on saying "if gt problem why dont u come over to me and say it in front of my face",if u know their bitching behind ur back and they wont come over to you,dont go on saying and asking them to come over to u haha ur just being stupid complaning  to urself and asking for sympathy,i made those boobs to wat they are,dont be a chicken go to them and ask them,ur nt being a somebody by showing that ur nt afraid,but be polite be a person who u are,ask them wisely properly and nt "hey fucker heard u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;talking behind my back u gt a fucking problem fuck u bitch"*slap slap*"hey (name) i wana ask u something,i want to say so sory if i have ever offended you in anyway,but seriously i dont like to be bitch abt,so im asking u if u have any grudges against me plz tell me,were in the same !!!school and i dont wana find an enemy and bla bla bla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just show u gt pride in urself and therefore u will feel better and then smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nomore complain:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you only get it when im around-D-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-3530422888691283230?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/3530422888691283230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=3530422888691283230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/3530422888691283230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/3530422888691283230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/01/wealth-is-in-heart-and-mind-nt-in.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-7913749073182724842</id><published>2008-01-10T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:04:14.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;is to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Over the Rainbow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; high!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i try to fly away so high direction sky,stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; fly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;im just having problems wit my daily time-table,now i need at least 12 hours of sleep pfft pathetic..its life thou niweas life is a sturrugle u go through the rubble for a suitable hustle...now ppl colour urself wit joy and excitment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;coz i know i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;even when u feel sad just grab some thing to think abt and chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;colour is the coolest thing on earth at the moment for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lastly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dont cry just ask why,keep your head and and smile ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A man witout a dream is better off dead,as he has nothing to achive in life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Love dont let me go girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7913749073182724842?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7913749073182724842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=7913749073182724842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7913749073182724842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7913749073182724842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-dream-is-to-fly-over-rainbow-so-high.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-6081640095510954123</id><published>2008-01-05T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:38:18.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The show at the ghetto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Late night coolin' with my homiesdrinkin' Hennessey and cold brew after smokin', stopped and got the munchies for some soul food So we stopped to get a bite to eat at the local bar-b-q It's just another boring monday and there's nothing else to do now as we stepped out of the carI heard someone behind me fighting so I turn to look and find outwhat's the cause of this excitemen the brother was a dopefiend and the other was a dopemanand the dope man had an AKsaid he'll spray and he's not jokin'Well it seems to be the dopefiendowed the dope man for his product and he swore if he did not payhe would end up getting shot up now I could not walk away cause I got caught up in the scene wondering what would happen to thispoor and helpless fiend well my homie, Michael Cooleysaid let's go and make our orderWhat's the use in watchin' two men stand out here fight over quarters while I walked inside the diner and all the Dope Fiends waived to me heard the sound of several shots and I ran outside to see... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the people in the diner ran outside to see the big showIt was just another partyfor them to see just who they would know but for me I held concern I wanted to see the outcomeWould the mother see her son tonight or would she live her life without one?I made it to the streets I almost cried right on the spot not only had the fiend died but a small girl had been hit my heart could take no more I felt a tear roll down my face that was daddy's bullet but she took it in his place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried to make my way through the crowd so I could go help the baby She could barely speak but she whispered "mister could you please save me" so I screamed out, someone help me but I dont think they could heara nd if they did, they didn't care Oh how I hated everyone there the baby lie here dyin and I wondered what could I do the camera men and newspapers had come to get their interviews To them it's just a story and they can't see the tragedy To them it doesn't matter cause it ain't it wasn't their familyI don't think I'll be back cause it'll never be the same here so I wipe away the tears and leave the scene the way I came here though some people say it's crazy and the poor could have been finerI'll never forget, never forget the night at Dopefiend's Diner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another gun shot rings ,Another siren sings ,Another mother cries ,Cause another innocent died &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A moment ago it seemed It was yesterday you were here with me and everything seems to be the sameYa never took the time to know me you never took the time to understand you never took the time to know me,Cause lovin' you is all I ever had Still lovin' you is all I ever have &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This wasn't what I wanted to be a man in misery girl I look back a thousand times and can't believe that you left me why you leave me baby why can't you understand my pain how can I explain girl I don't know what I'm doin' wrong I can't believe that your love is gone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shuffling has been apart of my life,you cant take it away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;countdown was a blast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cristmas was full of smiles and items&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did i mention,im an addict to shopping??help??haha i love u all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THUG LIFE-The Hate U Give Little Infant Fuck Everybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-6081640095510954123?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/6081640095510954123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=6081640095510954123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6081640095510954123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6081640095510954123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2008/01/show-at-ghetto-late-night-coolin-with.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-4223208062452094699</id><published>2007-12-18T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:57:04.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to jam rock!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out in the street they call me murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its too late to apologies...the words keep flickering in my mind,well im siting here wondering abt "i dont know"stressful but dont know why,shag but enough of sleep,smoking a pack of ciggs aday..guess ill end up in the bed aain one day..welll theres so much to be wondered abt but yet cant think abt it..lazy to work but still gota work..do i still have to find u and tell u i need u??running in circle,it all dosent make sense dosent it,well thats just me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-4223208062452094699?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/4223208062452094699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=4223208062452094699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4223208062452094699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4223208062452094699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-jam-rock-out-in-street-they.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-7310241052712932646</id><published>2007-12-14T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:39:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stomach problem arggggg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sex is addict that's wat u makes the grip on the past harder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to sim lim and lost 400 bucks on a 80 gig black ipod wit charger and casing,anybody think its a bad deal??share it with me haha...well looks like its raining season and looks like my sickness coming back huh...and my stomach??getting bigger it full of liquid haha gota stop drinkng milk coffae...well  i cant wait for tomorrow,well its the first time goin far on a bike,wana join gt empty sit u know haha,goin to cath a midnight movie at dhouby ghout and riding afterwards gota "run in"u know lecir if gt new bike well its worth the wind but nt the fuel haha..anyways im heading off to KL this end of december.....anybody care to join??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lets take a look at the want list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;repair the psp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gt some new accesories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting back my cash from ppl owing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meeting her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;snail mail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shopping on friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shooping in kl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a piar of roler blades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clear the bill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the list can go on if u insist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7310241052712932646?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7310241052712932646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=7310241052712932646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7310241052712932646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7310241052712932646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/12/stomach-problem-arggggg-sex-is-addict.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-8491243784994544955</id><published>2007-12-12T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:43:11.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;schools out..wats next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools finaly over and ive completed it,but wats next is yet to come..&lt;br /&gt;anyways ive been having sleepless nights and now im left at home alone,mom went overseas wit lil sis,bro on some business trip i must say even thou i dont talk to him anymore,that guy really dosent know wats the meaning of bounderies..he just keep on pursueing every chance and is nt afraid of failure,and one he get the hang of it,he nvr stop i am very happy that i got a big bro like him even thou we dont get along at all..but look on the bright side,i may be one happy guy right now..vroom vroom bebeh..&lt;br /&gt;but wit hard work come great rewards,ive been working my ass off for it and im gona get it..even thou moms nt happy abt it,saying wat happen if i die,its all in god hands mom..i know u love me but i love u more haha...works strats at 5 gona OT till 11 am that is if i can carry my legs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liverpool won 4 nil,ads suffering,im financialy stable,im smoking,training my arms everytime i work,drnking milo,still a virgin this year and lastly i gt a bike to think abt...wat else??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day,single hours,i can see your face everysingle day..-benny benasi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-8491243784994544955?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/8491243784994544955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=8491243784994544955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8491243784994544955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8491243784994544955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/12/schools-out.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-4699595399417417983</id><published>2007-11-17T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T04:49:25.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I know i wasent the original guy who dedicated the song to u,but this song is just for u,now dedicated by me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is coming to an end,and ive yet to even talk to her,maybe im just goin to far,i still wonder why is it all my fault that all my dates didnt work out,but again she just pops out of nowhere..read her blog and all thought it was for real,haha but nah it wasent totally real,anyways i know im gone from her life,sadly they say that first love always last well i say first love do last but it depends on both party..to make it last or nt,its been awhole year and i cant get over her,the sacrifice the thoughts the hauntings everything just makes it impossible..but again u gota move,i dont even know when my times coming for her,just seeing all my friends wit their first love and holding hands and laughing spending times together haha,god it sure brings back memory,haha i did something stupid days back i went into my sis account and msg her,and yest before i meet up wit her sister and brother in law,i msg her something long,guess words dont work for u anymore huh ad,,but u cant force someone to like or hate the person,it come's naturally,but i believe u need to stand on ur two feet and defeat the enemy witout anybody help,for that it shows how strong you are..asking for help is like asking for sympathy but its nvr wrong to ask for help to prove something,ahaha i notice i always fall to my knees when its abt her..lalala,goddam i love you girl haha,the whole world knows it!!hopefully may my chin rest on your shoulder while your resting on mine..till the day arrive...im single...dates dosent work anymore..its time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i overcome all this,by learning new stuuff and changing my ways and of course do something stupid..anyways my final year exam is in a couple of hours,im so nerveous i cant sleep my sis has been nagging at me for being a book worm so i decided to take sometime off and blog,and since then ive been thinking,hmm why why why,why to wat,i dont even know i just laugh to myself and say the last time i saw u smile,was on ur bed ..the smile on ur face haha pimple every where plus the "nike" hahaha..there was this pic a baby nike smile i had given back but but but i kept the excat copy of it!!scaner babe..modern day,once i get permission i ill post it,kalau tk kene saman copyright haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiesto has been rulling my ears the whole night and as i was walking back,someone came by and said"your one of SG best shuffler" i then ask and u are??he just say i gt shuffle wit u at mos before..haha i smile and say thanks,..well its zouk on fri and mos on sat enjoy my very first shuffle vid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u all and fuck the world...no more gangster shit for me....lalalala nigger out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true love is something that u dont see but feel it-someone friendster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O06zSwzrzEo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O06zSwzrzEo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;2 months of shuffling&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-4699595399417417983?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-1258364109593326299</id><published>2007-10-29T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:47.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RyUFrWyvlMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lygxmlUb1dM/s1600-h/vd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RyUFrWyvlMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lygxmlUb1dM/s400/vd2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126509993242105026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RyUFZ2yvlLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zm1VV4ZVoeY/s1600-h/vdn+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RyUFZ2yvlLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zm1VV4ZVoeY/s400/vdn+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126509692594394290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RyUE1myvlKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vsgvFrfn5Nk/s1600-h/vdn+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RyUE1myvlKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vsgvFrfn5Nk/s400/vdn+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126509069824136354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one persaon can erase aisha from me(the girl beside me)but nt totally thou,shes just one of the girls i treasure,even thou were nt that close..well shes one good GF that shares the same interest as me and all...hope ur grandma get well soon..cya u tell me when ur gona club okie girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile since i last post and alot of things has and have happen stuff nvr to forget,stuff to remember..but at the moment im confuse,i see a light but am i ready for that light i know ill fyte every last breath of my strenght to obtain that light,and for she still the girl i love and the girl i want..ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, love?&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;One life alone,&lt;br /&gt;Oh somehow it's made for me What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing new,&lt;br /&gt;The choice was made&lt;br /&gt;But what if I lose my way?&lt;br /&gt;And run right into you,&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside we'll never be anything other than lonely,&lt;br /&gt;One bleeding scar,&lt;br /&gt;Still feels how it used to feel,&lt;br /&gt;It's all so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;No easy way to believe&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing new,&lt;br /&gt;The choice was made&lt;br /&gt;But what if I lose my way?&lt;br /&gt;And run right into you,&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside we'll never be anything other than lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what does it take?&lt;br /&gt;To breathe it into you,&lt;br /&gt;Weak inside we'll never be anything other than lonely&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ride,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hide,&lt;br /&gt;What I've become,&lt;br /&gt;Now you're no longer mine,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel,&lt;br /&gt;Something that's real,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere inside&lt;br /&gt;But what if I lose my way?&lt;br /&gt;And run right into you,&lt;br /&gt;plz accept me back,i love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like britney i make a grand entrance grand-D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-1258364109593326299?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/1258364109593326299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=1258364109593326299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/1258364109593326299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/1258364109593326299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-post-and.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RyUFrWyvlMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lygxmlUb1dM/s72-c/vd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-3609816194501555825</id><published>2007-09-16T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T05:57:10.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/10vmUJ3T6lg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/10vmUJ3T6lg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would love to have undone&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts are useless, now you are gone&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in this darkness forevermore&lt;br /&gt;You left me lonely like the leaves left on the ground&lt;br /&gt;All brown and withered, I was lost but never found Lost but never found&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I know that you knew that I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you knew that I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were as one, now I have none&lt;br /&gt;Our love was strong and all so pure&lt;br /&gt;Those times we had, both good and bad&lt;br /&gt;Will stay with me forevermore&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I was so strong Nothing could harm me, oh was I wrong&lt;br /&gt;I won the fight but lost the war&lt;br /&gt;Now in the valley of death I walk forevermore&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;We were as one, now I have none&lt;br /&gt;Our love was strong and all so pure&lt;br /&gt;Those times we had, both good and bad Will stay with me forevermore&lt;br /&gt;Am I damned to walk alone Through the darkness and the storm I will meet you again the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;We were as one, now I have none Our love was strong and all so pure Those times we had, both good and bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will stay with me forevermore&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-5656719063210225391</id><published>2007-09-06T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T04:42:32.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been having reminising on the days of my past&lt;br /&gt;ive seetle all of my problem&lt;br /&gt;ive notice alot of ppl accpeting me for wat i am and no who i am&lt;br /&gt;ive been a person who has critical condition someone tissue&lt;br /&gt;ive never been lonely but i still need certain ppl standing beside me&lt;br /&gt;ive notice the reason why she dosent even wana look at me&lt;br /&gt;i miss my god parents alot and for once i gave my god mom a kiss and god dad a hug&lt;br /&gt;known only as "nigger"&lt;br /&gt;known for repeating my past..&lt;br /&gt;im financially stable&lt;br /&gt;going to bangkok (hopefully) december&lt;br /&gt;ive lost alot of weight&lt;br /&gt;basically ive known alot of girls...but all acceptting me for wat i am and not who i am..&lt;br /&gt;i love my specs&lt;br /&gt;u cant take it away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our mother has been a pillar of our life ever since we were born,they suffer for us,so that in the end of the day she see us smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my life ive never had a dad,my mom has always been both my mom and dad,she raised 3 kids...the brother,me,the sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ive been a stubborn son,nvr listening to her,lying to her,make her cry inside..all she wants from me is just to obey her,but ive been defiant ive been a fucker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont even talk to my bro if he ask me a question all i just do is nood my head or answer in a humming sound..basically i dont even know who i am..ive been selfish,why tink abt my happiness and nt them arghhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ramadhan is comming...hopefully ill get a light from above and ill change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nigger stiffen up ur upper lid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fyte those pigs inside u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just drop by to see a blog,when i saw ur pic,nothing could describe wat went thru my brain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As much as i wana meet u...i cant even see u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as much as i want u..its not my time,even if there is one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As much as i wana make time for u...ur nt there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As much as i need u...ur just in my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As much as i wana hold u........the only thing i hold is my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i have 30 seconds to live ill say this to u:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"even in heaven when there is so much goddess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill be waiting for u, as u are my goddess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nobody can replace that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while saying the prayers,*closed eyes*ill pray for u too"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5656719063210225391?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5656719063210225391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rs4RTQYsGvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eKwdd3Ee550/s1600-h/32242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102034450371058418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rs4RTQYsGvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eKwdd3Ee550/s400/32242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rs4RKwYsGuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2rvzBaBjvk/s1600-h/32249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102034304342170338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rs4RKwYsGuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2rvzBaBjvk/s400/32249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rs4QXgYsGtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eNzNlkOvPDE/s1600-h/32248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102033423873874642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rs4PpgYsGqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-ft__MSUrgk/s1600-h/32214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102032633599892130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rs4PpgYsGqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-ft__MSUrgk/s400/32214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since becoming a part of whose going life has its up and down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for instant u meet new friends,but end up u dont have much time for ur old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life has been great and i did achive a goal today..i went to cafe del mar!!!located at sentosa its an open space club those are some of  pics of how great..u gota come to see it for urselve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You cant by time wit money,life is short make it sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7841200014587579954?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7841200014587579954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=7841200014587579954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7841200014587579954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7841200014587579954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/08/ever-since-becoming-part-of-whose-going.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rs4RTQYsGvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eKwdd3Ee550/s72-c/32242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-5346683516095487592</id><published>2007-08-22T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:49.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RsshKwYsGpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G_fCFb_oQXU/s1600-h/1_376632625l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101207471598082706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RsshKwYsGpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G_fCFb_oQXU/s400/1_376632625l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rssf5gYsGoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WaTR2zYZtK8/s1600-h/P1050046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101206075733711490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rssf5gYsGoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WaTR2zYZtK8/s400/P1050046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aisah and me 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RssfegYsGnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/m5ry1O_PvKc/s1600-h/1_573484637l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101205611877243506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RssfegYsGnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/m5ry1O_PvKc/s400/1_573484637l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RssfKQYsGmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Pa0DTz5vKik/s1600-h/1_375056257l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101205263984892514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RssfKQYsGmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Pa0DTz5vKik/s400/1_375056257l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisha and me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RsseqQYsGlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/a7qskSzTM3s/s1600-h/31015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101204714229078610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RsseqQYsGlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/a7qskSzTM3s/s400/31015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best bro plus his best drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RsseeAYsGkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MzaJVS3vcFo/s1600-h/1_955869683l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101204503775681090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RsseeAYsGkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MzaJVS3vcFo/s400/1_955869683l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fav pic at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rssd_AYsGjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zrRBK3HwjT4/s1600-h/1_816509865l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101203971199736370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rssd_AYsGjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zrRBK3HwjT4/s400/1_816509865l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WG next top model haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RssdqAYsGiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sezE2Rq74RU/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101203610422483490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RssdqAYsGiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sezE2Rq74RU/s400/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Absolute REvolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has life been all this while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great fun but still empty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically life is a terror,im havin ppl hating on me due to jealousy due to wat i have achieve wat ive done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..who am i,i dont know ryte now on the other hand having financial problem rite now its really not the time..and basically alot of empty promises has been made and most of it i cant fuffill as i got to juggle my own prob...i wana get things done soon..i wana have my life back..i wana stop enjoying well at least my pics would tell u something wat ive been doing and enjoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And basically i miss 2 ppl ryte now,to the fullest one staring wit "F" &amp;amp; "N/A"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; CANT STOP THINKING ABT U HAIZ!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wana hold u in my arms..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nothing more i ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leave Out All The Rest &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one else cared&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done here&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;[End Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my beating&lt;br /&gt;I've shared what I made&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;[End Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5346683516095487592?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5346683516095487592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=5346683516095487592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5346683516095487592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5346683516095487592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/08/aisah-and-me-2-brothers-aisha-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RsshKwYsGpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G_fCFb_oQXU/s72-c/1_376632625l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-4099661778836629075</id><published>2007-07-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:26:07.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The life of a hustler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your happy but wit a price...u obtain things u nvr think u can obtained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defination of a hustler=u gain something from nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a hustler do=a hustler is a person who would basically do anything to find cash,item for his own survival or own needs..to share or nt to share is really up to the person itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goal=to obtain the missing piece...nuradillah binte rosli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who does a hustler hustle=anybody...his like the predator and everybody a pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i hustle even thou i know i have the item or cash=its a habit i bet...and seriously i get jealous when somebody con on my prey..try imagine ur food bein taken by another personn argghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is actually rules of hustlin and one of em is"nvr steal"..ur nomore hustlin ur just cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hustle and hustler its meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are forced to use their Brains to make it in this world.They outsmart the smart, cunning, and has streetsmarts. They know how to get money and is skilled at doing it to. Also they can be so sly that they can sell you stuff you don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hustler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="thumbs.click(1474889, 0)" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that makes money in any way they can/want.&lt;br /&gt;Ima hustler,nigga ask about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is my best reason of all to why i hustle...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hustler is the way one lives his life. Going out on the streets or wherever making money and working hard for it. A hustler is not lazy he's consistently out earning money. He gets the money by using his smarts and outcunning everyone out there. A hustler has ambition and a more serious approach to life then that of a gangsta or a pimp. Hes more mature, and doesn't neccessarily carry a gun. It can apply to any race, and its the way you uphold and carry yourself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.U.S.T.L.E.R - How U Survive This Life Everyday, Resourcefully--D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope ive answer most of ur question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-4099661778836629075?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/4099661778836629075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=4099661778836629075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4099661778836629075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4099661778836629075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-of-hustler.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-2658605653670765849</id><published>2007-06-18T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:49.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnZvdrUEZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_5yHB3_Nv6E/s1600-h/483276970l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077368185540601714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnZvdrUEZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_5yHB3_Nv6E/s400/483276970l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And u still owe me $160&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;JUST HAD TO DEDICATE THIS POST TO A HOMIE WHOSE BEEN THERE FOR ME,HIS BIRTHDAY IS IN A COUPLE OF HOURS TO THE EXACT TIME RIGHT NOW,HIS BIRTHDAY IS IN 4H17MIN AND V3 IS A SO CALLED ADVANCE PRESENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main man in my black van...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle,u search through the rubble for a suitable hustle-talib kweli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lets o2!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-2658605653670765849?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/2658605653670765849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=2658605653670765849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2658605653670765849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2658605653670765849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-had-to-dedicate-this-post-to-homie.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnZvdrUEZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_5yHB3_Nv6E/s72-c/483276970l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-7914422068740833368</id><published>2007-06-05T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RVN in cinema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnQfM7UEZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/yIfOEWYyOx8/s1600-h/DSC_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076716986894149474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnQfM7UEZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/yIfOEWYyOx8/s400/DSC_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnQey7UEZ1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/oUatigcvYjo/s1600-h/DSC_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076716540217550674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnQey7UEZ1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/oUatigcvYjo/s400/DSC_0583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnQd6rUEZ0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/46dy-RLb3N0/s1600-h/DSC_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076715573849909058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnQd6rUEZ0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/46dy-RLb3N0/s400/DSC_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnQcdLUEZzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WaVxGA1ErgY/s1600-h/DSC_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076713967532140338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnQcdLUEZzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WaVxGA1ErgY/s400/DSC_0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My pillars of strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRv78T74VI/AAAAAAAAADk/Le12GiI2e28/s1600-h/488671596l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRvcsT74UI/AAAAAAAAADc/PaAPO-_1n14/s1600-h/Bild+56.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRvUcT74TI/AAAAAAAAADU/xgSSj3qR5wM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072301477313896754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRvUcT74TI/AAAAAAAAADU/xgSSj3qR5wM/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRvKcT74SI/AAAAAAAAADM/1_O3KXZUSUE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072301305515204898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRvKcT74SI/AAAAAAAAADM/1_O3KXZUSUE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRvC8T74RI/AAAAAAAAADE/SCncJtrcch8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072301176666186002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRvC8T74RI/AAAAAAAAADE/SCncJtrcch8/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRu2sT74QI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CLcpQIt9UaI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072300966212788482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRu2sT74QI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CLcpQIt9UaI/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRuusT74PI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bqTeylhP3hA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072300828773834994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RmRuusT74PI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bqTeylhP3hA/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;3 AU AU 6 SALAKAU 9!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for 2 3 days haha..life,how can i say it..i wana do some soul searching..maybe i dont know..but wats cooler then cool...ice cool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hand chooping mind amusing blinded by fights..things i nvr did went thru fo a couple of years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why am i doin this,am i in the same situation that i was first in back in 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brother has a secret identity..who is he other then bein my brother of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at the moment im addicted to playin the piano..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life i wonder when it take me under,feel the good vibration so many female so much inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who am i wat i am.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im the last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quit trying to b nice nigger,u look like an asshole-Dr.dre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im the last to smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7914422068740833368?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7914422068740833368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=7914422068740833368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7914422068740833368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7914422068740833368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-pillars-of-strenght-your-goneyove.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RnQfM7UEZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/yIfOEWYyOx8/s72-c/DSC_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-8248817999388583377</id><published>2007-05-19T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:51.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rk6y-MT74OI/AAAAAAAAACs/pKkfLgM5c40/s1600-h/luqie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066183412364861666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rk6y-MT74OI/AAAAAAAAACs/pKkfLgM5c40/s400/luqie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say hello to my little friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The correct guy to use"don't judge a book by its cover"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the playboy himself "tony luqie jim"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WE REPRESENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 17 BIRTHDAY HOMIE..NIGGERS OUT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of lucky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many setbacks,lucky was lucky to find a a princess of his heart,fizi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucky when deeper knowin more abt fizi before entering her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky went to all the necessary needed ppl to meet,and on a day lucky meet up wit didi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there for didi promise alot of things to lucky..after that very day lucky went forward wit pursuing fizi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pass,evrything was nice for mothns they meet almost everyday kol every nite,always there when neede,they were laggin of something,understanding,during those time sacrifes were made..until fizi started school,there for fizi needed some space,so lucky was so understanding he gave fizi all the space she needed..and there for thats where things change..fizi didint even give a ass abt lucky,didint call,didnt meet,and had its way to get rid of lucky..maybe fizi didnt notice,but lucky did..it was sad for lucky but he didint decided to stop there....as time pass fizi was goin out wit didi,as soon as didi entered her life back lucky was gone..lucky was onli there to keep those lonely times alive for fizi,lucky was a tool,putting didi in front of everbody,fizi thinks that the world spins around her,always wanting abt the things she want,she got it but wit at a very2 wrong an expensive price,fizi must always learn in life u can nvr have things followin ur way,even when she find away do she tink abt wats comin next?? a liar,a trash talker and a idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then slowly fizi is away from her friends,not knowin wats wit them,fizi basically knows abt didi and only didi,fizi tried putting study as an excuse,lucky says fuck u,clamin to be mature,u should know in life u cant have evrything ur way,and yet ur doin that??get me wrong..and fizi is feeling sad due to her sacrife she had made..now shes tinking is everything worth it??there no one to blame so fizi blame her self,and try pulling lucky into it hahah..there was a time lucky said to fizi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im gona have the last laugh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky didnt stop there..lucky knew that he had plenty more of friends that fizi had shown him,and his happy even thou sad he still stand tall,knowin his there for fizi friends and all,lucky didint steal em,fizi introduce em..."loosing one is better then lossing some"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words that were said to nezar"have u ever sacrife everything in life,to make urself happy?friends family sacrifice almost everything,if u haven't u should start do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nezar comment's,stupid matha fucking fucker,freaking sellfish,now whose suffering..done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You onli ask abt em when there online,do u call them anymore??were u there when they they celebrated luqie birthday at starbucks,they cant call u,they cant call him too,why dont u start callin em instead of they calling u :)........ They love u more then anybody even me..no matter wat they will always be there even in ur nitemare..right behind u..get ur traqcks straight okie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told u im the last..........person to laugh--D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-8248817999388583377?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/8248817999388583377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=8248817999388583377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8248817999388583377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8248817999388583377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/05/correct-guy-to-usedont-judge-book-by.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rk6y-MT74OI/AAAAAAAAACs/pKkfLgM5c40/s72-c/luqie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-1300243710930559817</id><published>2007-05-18T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:59:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh have faith,,im a maniac u better know who u war wit,let me mess u like a pen,when im done im gona throw u..struggling till death,i know ur afraid,u cant lie to a liar,genetically develope liar im a con'er..return ur story to the same fuckers and not to a fucker...i break the bones on ur cheek and bring u stars no matter the colour of the sky..im gona walk the walk,if i get u shitty at times,dont sleep dont slap those tablets just get onto the street and get owned...basically the word i say..it was nvr to be hurt and it was nvr true..but urs haha u know wat it did..all ur shit and all,u were nvr a make-up artist instead ur a sweat-artist,u clear ppl sweat instead of ur sweat haha...hahah nigger u claim to be the "ghandi"of ur world,but the cats on the street are ur "hitler"..u need to glow big,u suck dick,u got no picture raw,all u used is dat bloody shop...u aint got a lvl of game..u should be scared...i know u do,ur more afraid to show it too its massacre season..u need to be build to fly to the top,im toxic chemical warfare beware..i told u i know alot..till im done..im the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a know beast-D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your actions are the only thing that can hold it back..not for me but for everybody..and i mean everybody.....ohh sweat-wiper,wana know more??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-1300243710930559817?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/1300243710930559817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=1300243710930559817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/1300243710930559817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/1300243710930559817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/05/ohh-have-faithim-maniac-u-better-know.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-5419521964164628792</id><published>2007-05-16T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:13:10.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am the beast,feed me rappers or feed me beats,i'm untamed,I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink&lt;br /&gt;I love brain, I need a leech,why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak and I like my sprite easter pink And my wrist special par but the mule is cooler,touch and I will bust your medulla that's a bullethole, it is not a tumor Red light rarely stop your rumors I stay on track like a box of pumas now just r-r-rock with Junior I am the little big Kahuna, y'dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niggers came at me wrong so i got him done fuckin' with the fam', I'ma give him son Spent that co'ner, he didn't run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan time for me to just stand up, and travel new land time to really just take matters into my own hands once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back and I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone aint gona follow no footsteps I'm makin my own..the only way i know how to run away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;used to say I never met a girl like you before,still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are almost went as far as introducing you to my mother, till you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my trust,now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid G...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you used to say all you wanted was for me to trust,all I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls if you  recall I used to treat you as a groupie broad,but it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on you started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;argue and the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me&lt;/span&gt; and who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me It's true that I got shot in the heart but when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are but see, when you're in it it's too hard to see Till you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach up under the seat as your heart starts to beat &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;before you make a decision that's life altering and just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle,u go through the rubble for a suitable hustle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5419521964164628792?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5419521964164628792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=5419521964164628792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5419521964164628792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5419521964164628792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-beastfeed-me-rappers-or-feed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-8060067821567339423</id><published>2007-05-11T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:08:00.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i feel like laughing..stupid ass nigger,wake up this aint ur life!! nobody find's u,u find ppl haha..im smilling even when im done i dont play but im a plyer till the mathafuckin end..now im smilling,"i got no pick up line's,i stay on the grind,i tell the hoes all the time,bitch get in my car"&lt;br /&gt;its a cold world fuck wit me ur taking another step to ur ultimatum,go out and kill me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking pussy where can u run this is sg,ur stayin in my hood!!nigger fuck u,mathafucker like u should take a "u" turn and get back on the ryte tracks before i give ur mama a smack and fuck her bad...my compostion is so deep it gets into ur head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking wit my homies ur fuckoing wit me know wat i mean..rushdy u know i got ur back aite..sorri i had to go to school,and was late luckilly it was a small prob haha posers wana be gangster,see the bro and pfft they fly..it dosent matter if we mix wit the diff shirt still know i got u back aite..dosent matter where the location is..and to all th GF thanks for the tings u girls share..seriously witout u gurls prob i wont be knowin life so deep and how to react to such situation lalalala today is my day i presume haha...okie i promise one of u that ill go to school early and i will!!!how i wish it was the ....i have to promise too....i love u gurls!!but i love the u know who more hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like ur putting someone above all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow,u made my day by telling wat u dont wana tell or u wouldnt tell..oooo shes cahnging!!!im like happy nak mampus... : ) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what i have and it aint from u-ryte paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-8060067821567339423?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/8060067821567339423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=8060067821567339423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8060067821567339423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8060067821567339423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha-i-feel-like-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-1494303081191690842</id><published>2007-05-10T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:23:33.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was it ever like this,i can barely stand right now..im trap inside a maze,plus i cant survive everything u got in that chamber...im just not that strong ryte now..help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-1494303081191690842?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/1494303081191690842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>When this begun we were the perfect match, perhaps we had some problem and were werking down on that and now the arguments are getting loud, i wana stay instead of jumping out and walking out,its the niggers way..just take my hands and understand and if u could see i nvr plan to be a prick,its just wasent me...now im searching for commitments and other arms,i wana shelter u from harm dont be alarm,ur attitude is the coz u got me stressin..im a sucker for love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know wat ur doin behind me..and plz dont blame me for ur failed lies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everybody seriously thank you so much for the guidance,from friends to enemy,from enemy to families..i wana go to this struggle alone..still i wont forget u guys,thanks for the push..its abt time i stop tinking abt u guys,and do wat i wana do,believe myself..im nt saying that bcoz of u guys i mcm bein like this...but ive got to get stronger first,still i love all of you and i will still disturb all of you haha thank you ( : ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gona take another lvl its time...hate it or love,were gona stay on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost so many days and shed so many tears-- d-n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:ANGERREK UR THE COOLESTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!UR MY 4.10AM SAVIOR HAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-1093471594869245466?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/1093471594869245466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=1093471594869245466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/1093471594869245466'/><link rel='self' 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a lowlifer junkie who lets a shemale suck ur dick for 6 tiks on the inside..i would like to say fuck u fuck ur words and fuck u again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so miserable,seriously i feel like taking a nine inch knife and shove it up my ass,ask why my ass,ill answer this"ur mouth is my number 1 dick fan"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the sccop on hops and aint nobody trying to take beyonce from jay,so nobody take's my bini away..ive got much homies as jay,while the bini is far greater then benyonce..thats for me u know u guys have ur own preceptions,i dont care,fucking wit me ur fucking good as dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much anger today i dont know why,i cant sleep..sudden mood swing nah i dont think so..seriously wat do u want me todo,suit u so u can be happy??nigger i have feelings too listen to my story,nah2 this aint abt no fat gurl whose name is lil molly,dont judge a thing till u know wats inside,i learnt that....from u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it all go wrong,i wana know wats goin on,wats this holding me,im nt bein bold as im supposed to be,i got another fyte to fyte,im gona fyte wit all my miight,if ur in my way u better watch out..u know i wont give in...ill keep on fighting till we be together...then maybe we will be free... why are u so worry abt wat ppl are gona say..and u know it aint a secret anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously this reli is karma..i know wat ur doin,coz i was the one who used to do it..maybe now i feel wat the other party i was wit feels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and antonio ur my greatest dog!!when ur drunk that is haha..and yus u better stop pushing the limit,zul u better rememeber the money u owe ppl,or ppl owe u haha,and rahmat ur 18 today so wat makes u tink ur a certified gangster??go do ur homework dude,well for me, i didnt drink didnt gamble,weel i did play some games for anto as he was busy walking around but didnt took the money i gave it all to him,haram!!!, didnt sleep,like i promise u...i swear upon my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feelin guilty lift it away from me,im the one causing u trouble the one who coz ur legs to bleed..now im bleeding tears in the inside.........i miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi peeps today post is abt...ur mama licking a horse dick???-some fucker post,edited by D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:if u tink im reffering to u,think twice ur not the only blogger in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5340156808330654472?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5340156808330654472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=5340156808330654472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5340156808330654472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5340156808330654472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-happen-to-go-through-alot-of-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-3916378019714805766</id><published>2007-05-05T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:52.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RkD33fZJe0I/AAAAAAAAACk/kMnfEwfUS_U/s1600-h/855508420l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062318513856281410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RkD33fZJe0I/AAAAAAAAACk/kMnfEwfUS_U/s400/855508420l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RkD3w_ZJezI/AAAAAAAAACc/0LcyxnXWg3M/s1600-h/928680465l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062318402187131698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RkD3w_ZJezI/AAAAAAAAACc/0LcyxnXWg3M/s400/928680465l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rj9kXvZJeyI/AAAAAAAAACU/h41oCztblg8/s1600-h/IAMHOTTERTHANYOU!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061874865209441058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rj9kXvZJeyI/AAAAAAAAACU/h41oCztblg8/s400/IAMHOTTERTHANYOU!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is supposed to be more pics edited by the bini tapi she like misplaced the photo's,oit have lah one folder for me hahaah so ill edit soon okie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I noticed a pic missing from ur friendster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u were worry abt where,ive been or who i saw or wat club i went to,baby dont worry u know u got me--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-3916378019714805766?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/3916378019714805766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=3916378019714805766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/3916378019714805766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/3916378019714805766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/05/trust-56100-d30-love-35100-d70-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RkD33fZJe0I/AAAAAAAAACk/kMnfEwfUS_U/s72-c/855508420l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-6883573661636348907</id><published>2007-05-05T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:52.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of the future...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RjuYifZJexI/AAAAAAAAACM/cR2nSpC_usI/s1600-h/IMG_0041(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060806324590836498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RjuYifZJexI/AAAAAAAAACM/cR2nSpC_usI/s400/IMG_0041(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (Spot the eyebag???this is wats u get talking on the phone till dawn(jiwe))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know as days past i gota understand one thing...the way how i and ad live cannot be repeated..things are very diffrent the onli person she meets is my friends but wit u the onli person ive been meeting is ur friends,but that dosent matter the thing is im so used to meetin her everyday,but wit u i cant u got a life and my life is u,back then me and ad share our life so basically we meet like anytime we want too,i bet shes havin trouble wit "not meeting the bf everyday"maybe but wat i know and wat ive been updated shes taking it "cool"...the best part is entering her house whenever i want to meet her,even when she cant go out i can...haha we fight when i wana go home..its sad but life change..i laugh to myself at times,both of u has this stuck up ego of"ive to be no.1"maybe not...so many changes so short time..so fast...we are like birds of a feather,2 heart join together,we will be forever as 1 my love under the sun...i gota change i gota make myself suit the bini..i just gota,the past is the past..somehow someone pops up when i say that..its sad,but we showed our wordls to us..u wouldn't get far fuckin wit rapstar,u know me,thats why u put ur hands up..so basically i havent meet the bini for an estimated 2 days which i can say more to come...the lies thats flying around is killin me..i love u like a metaphor,its hard to get... ad if ur reading this ever wonder how much the other party talks abt u??in the blog??haha i just realise me and u talk abt our love ones more then they do...surprise2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont push me ill fight it,never gona give in never gona give up--D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:i miss u alot nothing can be compared to it..nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-6883573661636348907?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/6883573661636348907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=6883573661636348907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6883573661636348907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6883573661636348907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/05/spot-eyebagthis-wats-u-get-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RjuYifZJexI/AAAAAAAAACM/cR2nSpC_usI/s72-c/IMG_0041(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-5848596324248528906</id><published>2007-04-24T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Ri2aGCV85vI/AAAAAAAAACE/CA4am6dy79o/s1600-h/26-08-06_0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056867385105770226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Ri2aGCV85vI/AAAAAAAAACE/CA4am6dy79o/s320/26-08-06_0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 22nd birthday brother......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5848596324248528906?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5848596324248528906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=5848596324248528906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-6442127550383368134</id><published>2007-04-18T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:35:13.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY BROTHER KNOWS MY BLOG!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;look at the doodle!!!!haha fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie this is the last i promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life u only got one-bizzare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-6442127550383368134?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/6442127550383368134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=6442127550383368134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6442127550383368134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6442127550383368134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-brother-knows-my-blog-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-3993118815239997517</id><published>2007-04-18T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im trying to keep myself awake till school start,and waiting for someone to call...then i happen to see some pics of mine and i noticed ive lost a number of shirts hmmmmm stress sia..and if teacher gona ask why i came late again im just gona use reason no. 1 hahaha....and ive like update almost everything sia ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RiU7WY4bD9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Nd3D01a3p3w/s1600-h/4141805825246l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054511412615516114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RiU7WY4bD9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Nd3D01a3p3w/s400/4141805825246l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      (Credits to anggerek for finding such wonderful stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear the ur voice,i love u-N&lt;br /&gt;This is gona be the last post for today mornin hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-3993118815239997517?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/3993118815239997517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=3993118815239997517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/3993118815239997517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/3993118815239997517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-trying-to-kep-my-self-awake-till.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RiU7WY4bD9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Nd3D01a3p3w/s72-c/4141805825246l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-4627802946133163396</id><published>2007-04-18T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:16:02.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Understand us'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You know it was all for u..okie if the msg didnt came in i bet everything gona be okie but u cant blame the msg i have friends and u know how evil and how i gt alot of friends at time ppl tend to look for u when their in trouble..i dont know wats wit the msg ah but from wat i know i didnt reply..i cant force u to trust me and the fact i didnt go home dosent mean i was in a fyte or watsoever but u just took tings too far..its was sucky of me to put the phone on you but yeah i have patience too but im saying sori to u and the world...u didnt point finger but i know how u feel,u gt ur own probs up ur ass and im like causing another one..tell me to who i dont give problem..im so troublesome i hustle thru streets im real..but yeah aftre that i went home thought everything would be better and pfft it got worst.u jolly well know how i talk...i wasent referrin to u..and u know i jolly well call ppl wat i wnaa call em even if they hate it but yeah still everything okie coz i dont mean it..and dey know im just used to it.. wat can i do...but there something u should know,i regret it,i feel like stop using hp so nobody can get thru me so i can just live my life peacefully and u wouldnt like judge me wrongly,i feel like goin to ugame class so i can stop my valgarities....why am i wrting in pink,im writing to u,i love you im sorry and i miss u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If theres a will theres a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;way-anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-4627802946133163396?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/4627802946133163396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=4627802946133163396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4627802946133163396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4627802946133163396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-it-was-all-for-u.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-5792524341930377556</id><published>2007-04-18T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:36:12.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My words are weapons i use em to crush my opponents,never show no emotion i use em to kill whoever steppin to me my words are like weaponry on a record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rage i release on this page is like a demon unleashed in a cage lunatic, Soon as i hit the stage my mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite once i get behind tha mic its like the weakest bitch you bitches die tonight my nine is like a guiding light at night shinin' bright my fuckin... SIKE these cocksuckin cocks got my Smith and Wesson i guess its time to pick a different weapon man that shits depressin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freakin went all the way back and just bcoz of the word "fuck" the world felt apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me or love me its still an obsession-Lady solvereign&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5792524341930377556?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5792524341930377556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=5792524341930377556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5792524341930377556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5792524341930377556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-words-are-weapons-i-use-em-to-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-8063133286252952909</id><published>2007-04-16T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T03:11:05.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Want To Spend My Lifetime Loving You - Marc Anthony &amp; Tina Arena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon so bright night so fine&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heart here with mine&lt;br /&gt;Life's a dream we are dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Race the moon catch the wind&lt;br /&gt;Ride the night to the end&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day stand up for the light&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend my lifetime loving you&lt;br /&gt;If that is all in life I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Heroes rise heroes fall&lt;br /&gt;Rise again, win it all&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, can't you feel the glory&lt;br /&gt;Through our joy, through our pain&lt;br /&gt;We can move worlds again&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/li155.shtml#" target="_top"&gt;dance&lt;/a&gt; with me&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend my lifetime loving you&lt;br /&gt;If that is all in life I ever do&lt;br /&gt;I will want nothing else to see me through&lt;br /&gt;If I can spend my lifetime loving you&lt;br /&gt;Though we know we will never come again&lt;br /&gt;Where there is love, life begins&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Save the night, save the day&lt;br /&gt;Save the love, come what may&lt;br /&gt;Love is worth everything we pay&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend my lifetime loving you&lt;br /&gt;If that is all in life I ever do&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend my lifetime loving you&lt;br /&gt;If that is all in life I ever do&lt;br /&gt;I will want nothing else to see me through&lt;br /&gt;If I can spend my lifetime loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i ill never forget is the struggle u gave to me to open myself now thanks to u im bein loved by alot..D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-8063133286252952909?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/8063133286252952909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=8063133286252952909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8063133286252952909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8063133286252952909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-to-spend-my-lifetime-loving-you.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-4632131325482655260</id><published>2007-04-12T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T05:40:31.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when everything seems to be alright..i find fault why am i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; this ill answer myself but i cant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bcoz&lt;/span&gt; i cant feel her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bcoz&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; lies beneath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bcoz&lt;/span&gt; of the struggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why tell me why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u look into my eyes see im ready to fyte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it gets heavier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it feels like im carrying the world carrying on my shoulder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as hard as it get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gota fyte no matter the weather fuck hater nothing can stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i B.O.L.O like leggers and do it like im supposed to show it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now its all real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niggers are mean-NWA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-4632131325482655260?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/4632131325482655260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=4632131325482655260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4632131325482655260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4632131325482655260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-everything-seems-to-be-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-4211690252564933149</id><published>2007-04-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:16:44.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wit a coke and a lighter wit a cigg and the presure in brain i would like to say this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck that s.o.b&lt;br /&gt;fuck the world&lt;br /&gt;fuck the struggle&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain&lt;br /&gt;fuck the midsane&lt;br /&gt;fuck the outlaws&lt;br /&gt;fuck the whoever wana be fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck the mathafucker fuckin wannabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i keep quite,u fuck around and freakin bust me open...once was okay nt twice&lt;br /&gt;if nt for the bini i tink u wont be havin ur front tooth...u and ur stuck up-ego nigger u gota do something..enough of bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nigger like u are meant to be dead-D-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-4211690252564933149?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/4211690252564933149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=4211690252564933149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4211690252564933149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/4211690252564933149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/04/wit-coke-and-lighter-wit-cigg-and.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-5490466819305277167</id><published>2007-04-10T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:55.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhpuIBoEIDI/AAAAAAAAABk/34AHtbSe1rA/s1600-h/IMG_00400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051471016203919410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhpuIBoEIDI/AAAAAAAAABk/34AHtbSe1rA/s320/IMG_00400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhptFBoEICI/AAAAAAAAABc/lW568uICxzE/s1600-h/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051469865152684066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhptFBoEICI/AAAAAAAAABc/lW568uICxzE/s320/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhpsfxoEIBI/AAAAAAAAABU/Jzeo262khV0/s1600-h/DSC00647(editted).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051469225202556946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhpsfxoEIBI/AAAAAAAAABU/Jzeo262khV0/s320/DSC00647(editted).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhprHBoEIAI/AAAAAAAAABM/CrsIWD62_FY/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051467700489166850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhprHBoEIAI/AAAAAAAAABM/CrsIWD62_FY/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rhpq7xoEH_I/AAAAAAAAABE/RGMUcC2-uSI/s1600-h/IMG_00899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051467507215638514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/Rhpq7xoEH_I/AAAAAAAAABE/RGMUcC2-uSI/s320/IMG_00899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhpqqhoEH-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/5vBbn6ozJbs/s1600-h/IMG_00933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051467210862895074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhpqqhoEH-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/5vBbn6ozJbs/s320/IMG_00933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhppwxoEH8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/B7kNwWV_yLs/s1600-h/IMG_00422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051466218725449666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhppwxoEH8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/B7kNwWV_yLs/s320/IMG_00422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhppjRoEH7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ifG70IAc3Zo/s1600-h/IMG_00522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051465986797215666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhppjRoEH7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ifG70IAc3Zo/s320/IMG_00522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;TO THE FULLEST!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhppURoEH6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ONnIPQ-F4rY/s1600-h/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051465729099177890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhppURoEH6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ONnIPQ-F4rY/s320/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhppEBoEH5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/p4BJnSScMOs/s1600-h/IMG_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051465449926303634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmddsqOudoI/RhppEBoEH5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/p4BJnSScMOs/s320/IMG_0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy birthday Syed nezar bin fayk alaydrus!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today memory always stay witin me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture says a thousand words--anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5490466819305277167?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5490466819305277167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-2210649044415022507</id><published>2007-04-08T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:20:50.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes i sit i wonder why the world is round&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i shit i wonder why its so pain to push(Wonder how gurls do it)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why izzat like to say "all babies like to say chip chip"&lt;br /&gt;sometimes isit me or its just the evil in me??&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder am i doin wat i wana do&lt;br /&gt;sometimews i want u to tell the world who u are and wat u want&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel i can weight the world on my balls(since its round lets exchange)&lt;br /&gt;sometime i hate to find the truth but i still search for it&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why they call anuar banana face&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i fell like loving u,but i dont wana..i want the truth from u&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it all make sense when i look into ur eyes&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder a 3rd generation wit a 2nd generation&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i tinks its just time!!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the older i grow the more colder i bcome&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i love u&lt;br /&gt;sometime i wonder hw wonderfull bonnie and clyde is..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder wat a jackass ive been&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i know im bein wanted&lt;br /&gt;sometime ppl first expression on me is a "mat"&lt;br /&gt;sometimes ppl say im still a gangster&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just pure white&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i get scolding for scolding valgarities at home(i tink all the time lah)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that life is over tinking hover and nt under but fuck it im over these snake strike like a cobra..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes if biznezz is entertainment,the sight of blood entertain the ppl&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i love my friends&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i know im straight&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i wonder hw many friends i have&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i know im a man&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i miss my pigling&lt;br /&gt;most of the time im last&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i wonder whose the nigger inside me the evil me&lt;br /&gt;nigger im D-N..matha fuckers die in a random shot,a born leader but i nvr lead anybody haha nigger talkin alot of shit after im gone coz they fear me in my phsycal form &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LET IT BE KNOW IM TROUBLESOME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ALL THE TIME I LOVE MY FAMILY MY FRIENDS AND THE PPL BESIDE ME WHENEVER NIGGER NEED  TO HUSTLE..AND I FORGIVE EVERYBODY FOR DOIN WATEVER..I DONT KNOW ABT U GUYS BUT FUCK YEAH IM A FUCKER ...done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont give a fuck-everybody whose said it before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;D-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-2210649044415022507?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/2210649044415022507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=2210649044415022507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2210649044415022507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2210649044415022507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-i-sit-i-wonder-why-world-is.html' 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whether life is full of misery.. but at the same time i wonder whether its full of mystery or full of hatred..but for one thing i know its a struggle.. a struggle to live life to the fullest!!!sometimes when i feel life is over,u brighten up my life for the days that ive know u,nigger u pull me from the depths of no where..nigger was lost,had some fam who were behind my back not letting me slip they aint whack,but u made the the nite smile plus the eyebag haha...but now mommy just came back from umrah and mother had so many question for this arab chix..mummy i aint hanging wit no loose hole white thick face bitch..she gone dead from the heart,dead for good..landmine mofo nigger take care of ur face...we all die in a random shot,it happen that a bullet hit me now her memory is dead,i bet shes havin fun wit her new bf....nigger u still scared of nigger?? haha...im just bein childish wit all this fyte..i still put my game in my head..but this time im keepin it straight....no gurls to die for nigger im young...btw i got my heart on u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: )........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Say my name 3 time like candy man,and ill brawl on ur ass like an avalanche)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-5119231517549003140?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/5119231517549003140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=5119231517549003140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/5119231517549003140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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through the rubble for a suitable hustle...to everybody who ask me this"eh ko dah tk dgan adillah""ko tk contact adillah""ko dah move on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im nt wit adillah when we broke up is yet to be know..the life was just full of lies..&lt;br /&gt;No i dont contact wit adillah but i do keep updates..&lt;br /&gt;so everytime i disturb her,beggin her to give me a chance,hustlin for her and sacrife myself for her its not movin on??the fact that nobody move on in a instant is always in everybody..they dont fyte for it they just keep quite..when they are quiet there in the process of moving on..am i keepin quiet??haha thats for myself to know..i just like surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does everybody wana know the big secret??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill save the best for last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its not ur time,maybe later-adillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-6585780757648618198</id><published>2007-03-26T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:39:13.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Niggers dont need no thick white face bitch to push him...&lt;br /&gt;niggers dont need no gurl to hustle..&lt;br /&gt;niggers leave wonderfully thanks to an undying unforgivin soul...&lt;br /&gt;niggers like me dont like to fuck around....&lt;br /&gt;niggers like me dont care abt wat ppl say..niggers care abt wat ppl know&lt;br /&gt;Niggers out there just listen to wat ppl say but dont see wats the truth...&lt;br /&gt;niggers out there saw many of my truth....&lt;br /&gt;niggers ask for advice from me....&lt;br /&gt;nigger im arab...&lt;br /&gt;why nigger here nigger there....&lt;br /&gt;i was born to say nigger hahah ....&lt;br /&gt;i make millions not a couple of grand...&lt;br /&gt;im bein love by every mathafucker i know...&lt;br /&gt;except u and ur side but i forgive em..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh yo bitch i learnt one thing&lt;br /&gt;"you dont need to be rich to be rich"d-n&lt;br /&gt;MY MONEY MAKE THE LAWYER MAKE THE SHIT GO AWAY!!!FUCKERS!!!..&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-6585780757648618198?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/6585780757648618198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=6585780757648618198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6585780757648618198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6585780757648618198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/03/niggers-dont-need-no-thick-white-face.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-2984378654941068480</id><published>2007-03-17T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:50:42.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have u ever wake up in the mornin and someone calling u saying that ur invited to a private party..well friday was my first time dont know where he or she gt my no. for wat i know i was requested to come down...first i thought it was some stupid prank..that my friend played on me..&lt;br /&gt;but to my surprised nobody called me wit a private no. so wat the hack..i went down to bugis to get some items for mum,as mum goin to umrah today...then went straight to esplanade..NIGGERSZ!!!...i went to dxo and to my surprise...MY NAME WAS ON THE GUEST LIST!!!!!!wat the hell have i done to achive a private party..well fucked it im still in a private party...but yeah no smoking and no drink i dont drink anyways....free fllows of cock sprite and i forgot wat else..yeah started wit some wonderful singers..giler sia....then it was party!!!!!dancee floor open..didnt wanted to dance at first but after much persuade by my friend(as in one person)and wonderful gurls i just had to give in...but to hell wit it,i was thinkin abt ella the whole time y godamit why???takper lah i like to think abt her...sothe last 3 songs were the shit!!!the next episode,followed by return of the trez and i forgot the last song..i just had to crip the stage...niggersz fo sho emcee wit choas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything was done,i had an empty stomach full of air...just had to eat,went down to BK eat a doulbe cheese meal and settler im bloted..i still miss ad after all the fun ..it seems witout her nothing is complete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 ready or nt here i come ,here comes trouble in a sec"D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-2984378654941068480?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/2984378654941068480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=2984378654941068480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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grandfather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gt a call around 2 plus when brother in law(bil) called me saying that ad grandad has gone back to its rightful owner..after a short meeting that very mornin i straight went home and called antonio and invited him as he was close to the family but im closer then any outsider haha..anywyas i put on a jubbah and took the quran and went all the way..nvr once i walked that fast towards her place...aftre much helpin and closing the glass...i notice hw long i didnt saw ad wear a tudung it was the ish of all ish and went she wore em cair babe cair hahah..preetyness of a princess my princess to the exact haha..anyways ad sister ask me go down and angkat her atok..so yeah went down wit anto..just seeing the mayat made me cry..why maybe he just reminds me of ad too much and the promise i made to him btw the promise had nothing to do wit ad,i dont even know wheather she knows but i know.....how ad would talk to her when shes bored how ad would come home and peace at her how the way the atok talks to her and how much the atok give her stupid comments haha..and how we escape the atok haha.....so yeah bacer alfatihah and angkat mayat...so yeah in the lift when everything was moving smoothly..the lift jam..the only thing we could was stay calm then one of ad uncle happen to open the door it was brick wall!!! aahhhhhh but the best thing i can do is just stauy calm so yeah dats wat i did..,i know if i were to die ill do a happy man,memory of ad forver is wit me due to the wrist..and how much pahala i get for just carryin the mayat ..so yeah all i did was bacer al fatihah and told em(those in the lift) thats its just ujian..at the same time ad bil called the elavator guy..and abt 20 mins we were out i was sweating more than i ever was..i was happy pahala banyak babe!!!! yeah after chiiling wit the bil and all,smokinh and all i went to sembahyang sunat and then read yassin tot he mayat as requested from the bil and my own wil..so waited for subuh i became imam and shaba2&lt;br /&gt;at abt 7 we left due to antonio stupid tyming of extra cab fare haha..didnt sleep as i happen to go to school gt some fucked up exams finish at 4 came back then chill..at home for awhile...then went back sri aunty didnt eat at ur place..ad didnt madfe me my milo,sad2,but its okay before i left i made her smilke and maki me ahahh..and the flying kiss!!!haha tk menjadi ah damn sori bebeh another time i will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear nvr consume me for my wrong doings for u,i do it wit out regret"D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7191379912539628422?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7191379912539628422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am i so kind enough,why did i even gt burn by a gurl...well she's still my one and only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i went to her house..chill there then i happened to enter the room sister payin comp she still sleepin..her mom and brother outside watchin tv haha...so i happen to sit in the room..starring at the wrist..while starring she trun haha saw me and shout "MAMA" haha&lt;br /&gt;then gt lah terpekik sini saner haha cute sia..then lock herself up in the mother room then kene scolding hahah...anyways..she bath then mkn...so after that..she wantedd to go out..got job interveiw dat is..anyways thing started to go out of hands she nearly throw my ciggarates i nkow lah u dont want me to die cepat but dont need to thorow my ciggs at last she throw one stickk 50 cents sia hah that one nvr mind she dont want me to die early hahahaha,then she throw my hp..that one cannot tahan...so yeah THE THING IS I WAS BEIN THREATEN!!!..nvm then after dat i go loco i punch the mother scv port sampai senget sori aunty..then i wanted to folo her hah..but tak jadi everybody got a life so yeah she cried bcoz of my wrong doing towards her and the folo her part..im sorry ad,i realise if i was a hard headed guy noting would be like this ill be happy wit her..i didnt in their life fiq did..i was happy wit ad..we were happy.. if only i said"I DONT WANT FIQ MSG U ANYMORE"we could have been happy...nothing would be like diz..but i noticed something we both smile at times and laugh ..i dont know why its just us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dont worry i wont let the past repeat i wont be wit fiq"-ad(on the night i stayed at ur place,the nite u cryed bcoz of me taking pics wit my primary school friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u and i will alwyas do..no matter the weather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-6907088040702450409</id><published>2007-03-11T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:54:14.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say when someone die,they die alone...but they suffer for other ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say i was stupid..they say im doin it wrong..i guess that im just to evil...anyway on the 9th was the day i hang my shirt..one of the days i would nvr forget..there was 2 things i learnt..."nvr judge a book by its cover"...and "regret it when its gone"..i happen to do something i dont know wheather its stupid or clever or watsoever i guess ur firstl love could make u do anything wit out thinking...a.d.i.l.l.ah..i left the world witout thinking for a moment..now ill make sure i wont regret it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I buy u flowers,u throw em at me,i know its sad but its makin me hapi the more that u slap me the more it turns me on u dont want me i just want u more"-eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-6907088040702450409?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/6907088040702450409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=6907088040702450409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6907088040702450409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6907088040702450409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/03/they-say-when-someone-diethey-die-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-3967604294931960713</id><published>2007-02-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:38:30.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh Feb 26th..."its only 2 years" i know i was reaching 3 and i did godamit i appriaate the struggle thou...hopefully i prove evrybody wrong....i love her to the core..wat ever challeange come i take it and smile i promise till we be together nobody can stop us till infinity mathafucker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy gave a gurl a dozen of flowers 11 roses and 1 yellow tulip..where the tulip and one of the rose is fake..before he left he said..the tulip represent u as u stand out from other gurls and u mean the world to me and i will always love u till the lose rose dies......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-3967604294931960713?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/3967604294931960713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=3967604294931960713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/3967604294931960713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/3967604294931960713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahhh-feb-26th.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-7471800410224229964</id><published>2007-02-02T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:43:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Artist/Song name- Daughtry- It's not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away&lt;br /&gt;What could I say&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed to make sence.&lt;br /&gt;Your takin away everything&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do without.&lt;br /&gt;I try to see the good in life.&lt;br /&gt;The good things in life are hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;We're blowin away, blownin away&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this something good?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll try to do to it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;It's not over,&lt;br /&gt;Try to do it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;It's not over&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killin me&lt;br /&gt;But your the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;I've taken all I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;We're wastin too much time&lt;br /&gt;Bein strong, holdin on&lt;br /&gt;Can't let it bring us down&lt;br /&gt;My life with you means everything&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up that easily&lt;br /&gt;Blowin away blowin away&lt;br /&gt;Can make this something good?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all misunderstood?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll try to do to it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;It's not over,&lt;br /&gt;Try to do it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;It's not over&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killin me&lt;br /&gt;But your the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;You can't let this get away&lt;br /&gt;Let it out, let it out&lt;br /&gt;Don't get caught up in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Let it out.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start over&lt;br /&gt;Well try to do to it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;Its not over&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killin me&lt;br /&gt;But your the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;Lets start over&lt;br /&gt;Its not over&lt;br /&gt;This love is killin me&lt;br /&gt;But your the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On ur knee laugh its funny press nothing now get ready for an intense ass cruching--D-N)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7471800410224229964?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-8021595277518419725</id><published>2007-01-31T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T05:43:17.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right upArsenic writer, author with arthritis&lt;br /&gt;it's for me, a true MC It's what it do just to see if he still has it And if his skills mastered,He's able to spill raps long after his killed, that's a real MC Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me Then expect a longer life expectancyI'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me insideI'd be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourningSo I'm warning you, don't coax me It's silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid They don't know cause they don't see that I'm woundedAll they did was ballooned itI'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'An they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', an you too, you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect no sympathy from me I'm an mc This is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beatSo expect no apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question now is,am i ready to roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;I do watever it takes and learnt it from mistake&lt;br /&gt;If everything fall im ready to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;cmon if u see into my eyes,look,im ready to fyte&lt;br /&gt;it get heavier,its like carrying a boulder&lt;br /&gt;it feel like carrying the world carrying on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;as hard as it get im nt gona move....but im ready to die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u and i promise nothing will be the same,ull always smile,ill nvr let u believe that there is other better then us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-8021595277518419725?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/8021595277518419725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=8021595277518419725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8021595277518419725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8021595277518419725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-my-mind-ima-fighter-my-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-2383608923142074679</id><published>2007-01-25T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:29:08.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't mean to walk away,but I hear every word they say,i guess my mind just drew a blank,Like la, la, la....Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,Reminiscing about my day,Wit' your tears all over my sleeves,As the devil says, la, la, la...ad, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,but I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,Now I'm eating with you, ur family and me...im a bitter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-2383608923142074679?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/2383608923142074679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=2383608923142074679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2383608923142074679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2383608923142074679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-didnt-mean-to-walk-awaybut-i-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-2798097996473983445</id><published>2007-01-19T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:27:17.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days........past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think I'd leave your side baby?&lt;br /&gt;you know me better than that&lt;br /&gt;think I'd leave you down&lt;br /&gt;when you're down on your knees?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't do that&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you you're right when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;and if only you could see into me,&lt;br /&gt;when you're cold&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;hold you tight to me&lt;br /&gt;when you're on the outside&lt;br /&gt;baby, and you can't get in&lt;br /&gt;i would show you&lt;br /&gt;you're so much better than you&lt;br /&gt;knowWhen you're lost,you're alone&lt;br /&gt;can't get back again&lt;br /&gt;i will find you&lt;br /&gt;Darlin' and&lt;br /&gt;i'll bring you home&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;i am here to dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you know time...&lt;br /&gt;you'll be fine ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-2798097996473983445?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/2798097996473983445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=2798097996473983445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2798097996473983445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/2798097996473983445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/01/days.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-8589639625065677036</id><published>2007-01-09T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:30:01.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear ALL,  &lt;br /&gt;Please read carefully dan tolong diambil hal-hal positifnya saja:-&lt;br /&gt;SESUNGGUHNYA ALLAH SWT MAHA TAHU ATAS SEGALA APA YANG TERJADI DIDUNIA DAN AKHERAT.  SEMOGA ALLAH SWT MELIMPAHKAN KEPADA KITA KESEJAHTERAAN LAHIR DAN  BATIN. AMIEN.&lt;br /&gt;KOMENTAR BERITA DARI MASJID NABAWI ( DIBACA DULU BARU KOMENTAR.... )&lt;br /&gt;Assalamu'alaikum wr. wb&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga kalinya sudah saya menerima Email Berita dari Masjid Nabawi ini.  Pada saat menerima Email "Berita dari Masjid Nabawi" yang pertama (kira-kira 2 tahun yll) saya tidak begitu merespon Surat tersebut, dan memang tidak ada kejadian luar biasa terjadi.  Hanya pernah terjadi sekeluarga mengalami sakit yang sama silih berganti, dan itu terjadi hingga 2 - 3 kali (saya pikir ach sakit flue biasa......)&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Berita dari Masjid Nabawi yang ke 2, saya terima sekitar Akhir tahun 2002 (tepatnya lupa) melalui sebuah milist dan kembali saya tidak merespon dengan baik email tersebut, bahkan justru mengkritisi Berita Dari Masjid Nabawi tersebut ; bahwa percaya kepada surat tersebut bisa menjadi syirik karena baik dan buruk kejadian yang kita alami ada ditangan Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian aneh pertama terjadi : Ada orang yang mengumpat-umpat membaca coment saya tersebut............. Dalam hati timbul tanda tanya : "Wah hebat juga tuh Surat , baru dikomentari gitu aja udah diumpat dan diomeli orang yang nggak dikenal........" Dan beberapa waktu kemudian musibah finansial menimpa saya, saya kehilangan beberapa pekerjaan.............. dalam hati saya ragu, apakah ini seperti yang disebutkan dalam Berita dari Masjid Nabawi tsb, yakni : "Sedangkan terhadap orang yang menyepelekannya dan membuang surat ini, dia  mendapat musibah yang besar yaitu kehilangan sesuatu harta/benda yang sangat dicintai dan disayanginya"  &lt;br /&gt;Dan malam ini saya menerima kembali Berita dari Masjid Nabawi yang ke 3. Saya coba baca dengan seksama berita tsb. Bagus juga isi beritanya, mengajak kepada kebaikan dan menjauhi kemungkaran. Kenapa tidak saya coba untuk sampaikan kepada yang lain? Yang jelas merupakan amal yang baik telah menyampaikan berita ajakan kepada kebaikan, selebihnya Wallahualam........Allah-lah yang mengetahui segala kejadian....... Semoga Berkah dan Rahmat Allah SWT senantiasa berlimpah kepada kita semua.&lt;br /&gt;BERITA DARI MASJID NABAWI .......BERITA PENTING.......... BERITA UNTUK UMMAT ISLAM DISELURUH DUNIA. SURAT INI DATANGNYA DARI SYECKH ACHMAD DI SAUDI ARABIA :&lt;br /&gt;"AKU BERSUMPAH DENGAN NAMA ALLAH SWT DAN NABI MUHAMMAD SAW" WASIAT UNTUK SELURUH UMMAT ISLAM DARI SYECKH ACHMAD SEORANG PENJAGA MAKAM RASULULLAH DI MADINAH, YAITU DI MESJID NABAWI SAUDI ARABIA.&lt;br /&gt;"Pada malam tatkala hamba membaca Al'Quran di makam Rasulullah, dan Hamba sampai tertidur, lalu hamba bermimpi. Didalam mimpi hamba bertemu dengan Rasulullah SAW, dan beliau berkata, "didalam 60.000 orang yang meninggal dunia, diantara, bilangan itu tidak ada seorangpun yang mati beriman, dikarenakan :&lt;br /&gt;1.     Seorang istri tidak lagi mendengar kata-kata suaminya&lt;br /&gt;2.      Orang yang kaya yang mampu, tidak lagi melambangkan atau Menimbangkan rasa belas kasih kepada orang-orang miskin.&lt;br /&gt;3.      Sudah banyak yang tidak berzakat, tidak berpuasa, tidak sholat dan tidak menunaikan ibadah haji, padahal mereka-    Mereka  ini mampu melaksanakan.&lt;br /&gt;4.     Oleh sebab itu wahai Syechk Achmad engkau sabdakan kepada semua ummat manusia di dunia supaya berbuat kebajikan dan menyembah kepada Allah SWT."&lt;br /&gt;Demikian pesan Rasulullah kepada hamba, Maka berdasarkan pesan Rasulullah tersebut dan oleh karenanya hamba berpesan kepada segenap Ummat Islam di dunia :&lt;br /&gt;·         Bersalawatlah kepada Nabi Besar kita Muhammad SAW.&lt;br /&gt;·         Janganlah bermalas-malasan untuk mengerjakan sholat 5 ( lima )waktu.&lt;br /&gt;·         Bershadaqoh dan berzakatlah dengan segera, santuni anak-anak yatim   piatu.&lt;br /&gt;·         Berpuasalah di bulan ramadhan serta kalau mampu tunaikan     segeraibadah haji.&lt;br /&gt;PERHATIAN :  &lt;br /&gt;Bagi siapa saja yang membaca surat ini hendaklah menyalin/mengcopynya Untuk disampaikan orang-orang lain yang beriman kepada penghabisan/kiamat. Hari kiamat akan segera tiba dan batu bintang akan terbit, Al'Quran akan hilang dan matahari akan dekat diatas kepala, saat itulah manusia akan panik. Itulah akibat dari kelakuan mereka yang selalu menuruti hawa nafsu dalam jiwa.  &lt;br /&gt;Dan Barang siapa yang menyebarkan surat ini sebanyak 20 (dua puluh) lembar dan disebarkan kepada teman-teman/rekan-rekan anda atau Masyarakat Islam sekitarnya, maka percayalah anda akan memperoleh setelah dua minggu kemudian. Telah terbukti pada seorang pengusaha di Bandung, setelah membaca dan menyalinnya juga menyebarkan sebanyak 20 (dua puluh) lembar, maka dalam jangka waktu 2 (dua) minggu kemudian, dia mendapat keuntungan yang sangat luar biasa besarnya.&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan terhadap orang yang menyepelekannya dan membuang surat ini, Dia mendapat musibah yang besar yaitu kehilangan sesuatu harta/benda yang sangat dicintai dan disayanginya. Perlu diingat kalau kita sengaja tidak memberitahukan surat ini kepada orang lain, maka tunggulah saatnya nasib apa yang akan anda alami, dan jangan menyesal apabila mendapat bencana secara tiba-tiba atau kerugian yang sangat besar. Sebaliknya jika Anda segera menyalin/mengcopynya dan menyebarkannya kepada orang lain, maka anda akan mendapatkan keuntungan besar atau rezeki yang tiada disangka-sangka.&lt;br /&gt;Surat ini ditulis S.T. STAVIA sejak itu surat ini menjelajah dan mengelilingi dunia, dan pada akhirnya sampai kepada Anda. Percayalah beberapa hari lagi sesuatu akan datang kepada Anda dan keluarga Anda,&lt;br /&gt;KEJADIAN-KEJADIAN YANG TELAH TERBUKTI !&lt;br /&gt;1.     Tn. Mustafa mantan menteri Nasabah Malaysia ,dipecat dari jabatannya karena beliau lupa setelah menerima surat ini, tidak menyebarkannya, kemudian beliau ingat surat ini, lalu beliau menyalinnya dan Menyebarkannya sebanyak 20 lembar. Beberapa lama kemudian beliau dilantik kembali menjadi menteri Kabinet.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tn. Gojali mantan menteri Malaysia telah menerima surat ini, kemudian beliau menyalinnya sebanyak 20 lembar dan menyebarkannya, dan beberapa hari kemudian beliau mendapat keuntungan yang luar biasa besarnya. Dengan adanya kejadian-kejadian tersebut diatas sebagai bukti, untuk itu saya sarankan agar Anda tidak merahasiakannya, dan anda segeralah menyebarkannya untuk teman-teman atau rekan-rekan Anda. Tunggu kabar baik dalam waktu dua minggu setelah Anda menyebarkan surat ini.  Allah SWT akan meridho'i niat baik Anda, selamat bertugas dan berkarya.&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;PENJAGA MAKAM RASULULLAH SAW&lt;br /&gt;SYECKH ACHMAD-MADINAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copy and paste..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;D-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-8589639625065677036?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/8589639625065677036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=8589639625065677036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8589639625065677036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/8589639625065677036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-all-please-read-carefully-dan.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-7496640291700032875</id><published>2006-12-30T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T05:24:33.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays i get to do stuff which i nvr gt a chance to do..happy on the outside but sad in the inside..only god knows why..its okay shit can happen..so this is wat i tink abt it....&lt;br /&gt;i could never understand it,that's why I don't try from junior high until we both die,It's silly ho why must we try,is it really so rough,that we must always call each other's billy goat's gruff,Try to pull each other's legs until the other begs,we're liein to ourselves that's the beauty of it yeah,cuz we truly love each other,that's why we always fight,and all we do is shove each other,every other fuckin' night and it's clear it ain't gonna change,it's pent up rage,We both have,we both feel like we've been upstaged by someone else,we've both been,Someone else's someone else....problem is neither one wants help,It's an addiction and it can't be fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha remember this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you, put me through,&lt;br /&gt;The more it makes me wanna come back to you,&lt;br /&gt;You say you hate me,&lt;br /&gt;I just love you more,&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you more,&lt;br /&gt;I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's sad but it's makin me happy,&lt;br /&gt;The more that you slap me,&lt;br /&gt;the more that it turns me on,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you love me,&lt;br /&gt;and I love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today there;s a meeting and im suppose to ryte shit out..and im just plain dull abt wat i wana ryte..life is indeed a struggle haha..so one of my friends happen to talk to me abt the rock scene in sg sayin that many hip-hoper convertin to rock shaba shaba shaba..i just couldnt be bother i just gave in..hip-hop will always be in my life,hip-hop is a passion i burn it brighter and as long the blood keeps oozing in my veins ill still be insane its just my game..and ever since i started to love my foe the one who hates me and all those talking abt me at werk,those claimin that i make rumours those who i wana beat and all haha i love u guys,witout u guys i wont be strong as i am today,love comes again!!!i wont let us down again i promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(u just got so much love u cant afford to lose,goodbye heartbreak i dont need u now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7496640291700032875?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7496640291700032875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=7496640291700032875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7496640291700032875'/><link 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friends and to everybody from the bottom of my heart i love u all,and for the misunderstang and all, i forgive u all, seriously from the bottom of my heart...its just a part of life and i love u all friends foe watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw i was wrong i know the names effected u alot,i know...but its just the me inside me..u know me well then other ppl..but hopefully ill change..time pass,when i saw u,there was no contact but mentally i felt there was...haha i foget to say i was goin off haha,halfway i turn back and went up just to say bye bye hahah...ahh hw nice it was..i learnt alot..and ill take this journey as a test...sori when u asked me for help i couldnt help..but thanks for finding me when u need help..but in the end u didnt nedd my help hahah...i wont let it fall again i promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gt stuff for sale (first hand) &amp; rent.....&lt;br /&gt;PSP(rent) 5 dollars for 48 hours flat&lt;br /&gt;A V-neck topman blue black strips shirt with the tag on...&lt;br /&gt;A S&amp;amp;K shirt plain black wit overlap picture with the tag on&lt;br /&gt;STEREO TYPE CLOTHING (for more info put it at the tag board)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later im gona post up my pics from my previous performance at sentosa....enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gt a picture of glorious day sunny afternoon somewhere in the view,and i dont care wat its all abt as long as im wit u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-7831680866465404871?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7831680866465404871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=7831680866465404871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7831680866465404871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/7831680866465404871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha-firstly-to-adillah-i-love-u-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-6327994784407008352</id><published>2006-12-24T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:47:48.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 days of misery'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today ad is comin back hahah cant wait to meet her hahah...she was supposd to be back by 12 but the flood was blocking their way..too bad hmm...she finish all her money on shooping patah balik bankrupt hahah....and i havent had a 12 hour sleep for this pass 5 days tinking,and tinking and tinking goddamn i like freaking miss her alot sia..anyways life has been bored and im lack of cash sia haha and still waiting for my result haha...so its raining and i got to talk to ad for awhile and tings have been for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no news updated its just that i went to the mosque to blajar ugame....but i didnt get enough sleep haha..couldnt sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-&lt;br /&gt;gt to talk to her for awhile..she's sick due to the fact that she ate something at the warong she and her dad...sakit diarrhoea gt to speak to her when shes in the toilet..haha sad2 but somehow she enjoy the day althought the shit wont stop,at least she lose weight haha..goddamn i just so freaking misssss her!!!!and she kirim salam to evryone in sg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought just make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-6327994784407008352?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/6327994784407008352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=6327994784407008352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/6327994784407008352'/><link 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hers...sometimes i do msg her,i know she dosent msg me back or maybe she received it..but as long this hunger and the will in me..i wont give up..i kol her at times she didnt pick up,buttt HER MOM KOL ME!!!BUT SHE SLEEP ALREADY...then she explains why nvr pick up and all..but its all fine i just let the tears dry on my check so when she come back it dosent go to waste,somehow ur in me 24/7 far by view close in heart ad...and i lied to u when i say i wana sleep just now, i couldnt...godamit ur gone for more then 24 hours,its likea wholelifetime..yes i do agree at times we dont talk but the remorse in me u will nvr know so do ppl..&lt;br /&gt;u wont believe me but im goin hiking at bukit timah sia!!!haha gona lose some calobies i say..hip-hop is my passion,at point u just have to do things to just go that far,and im reaching that goal...passion is diif from life always remember that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;I know i was a jerk,but why do u have to lie abt something big ad??why till the world believe..dont make urself look bad...i was preety fused up due to the fact u wont answer me,but i was more a jerk when the couples of time we fyte..but just to see u smile it just really made my day for that day even thou we fyte..i like so reaking miss u and pfft u just made my day..hopefully u use the powder that i gave,yeah i know he gave u a bear and mine is just a stuoid powder,why a powder???simple u use powder when u go out,ur using somthing i gave whereever u go..the fytes and tlks im reli2 sori...i wasent bein myself,sori i didnt allow u to act like a stewerdass hahaha..but before i go the middle finger was so me that u didnt even take it seriously even thou u know im upset wit u hhaha...u just brighten up my day babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby maybe,baby i bore u&lt;br /&gt;no no,is my fult coz i cant afford u,&lt;br /&gt;baby maybe other peeps will all be better for u&lt;br /&gt;coz all i can do is love u&lt;br /&gt;baby when i love u,&lt;br /&gt;there;s noting that i wouldnt do,went through the fire for u&lt;br /&gt;anything u ask me too&lt;br /&gt;but gurl im tired of livin this life its getting hard trying to live wit lies&lt;br /&gt;gurl dont u see that i just love..noting like i used 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Life is a struggle,u go through the rubble for a suitable hustle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;taken from Talib kweli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-3683666364309955951?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/3683666364309955951/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-116361810400489711</id><published>2006-11-16T02:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:34:23.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Haha fresh is so clean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets start from thursday 9/11/2006....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom flew off to indonesia for some wedding and shopping so its survival at home..haha its just me and my bro..so we fought over who wana do the laundry,the washing of dishes..speaking of dishes i miss my mom,i miss her cooking i miss the laughter the warmth at home..she comin back next2 thursday i swear im gona skip skewl just to pick my mom from the airport and im gona cry on her shoulders hug her ,and make sure i have lunch at home wit her.. i love my mom more then the world and i bet u guys too haha,try livin witout ur mom..feel me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday 10/11/2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after that i went off home to change2,its friday its after 10 night haha..i wore slack just too lazy to dress up..and wooooo its of to boat quay..met some friends then we went to bumbble beez..and for all the friday nights i went this nite was empty..no more white chicks,niggerz,indian,in the other hand there were some philipino and asian chix haha and they were like crazy the were at the pole dance the whole nite haha..my friend was drunk and he cant diff shape 1 and 2 hahah fucker..I DONT DRINK SO DONT OFFER ME ALCHOHOL!!!i didnt buy my pepsi there,it cost 8 buck for a cup of pepsi damn!!then problem strike,my frtiend cant enter and the other 1 was caught drinkin(his underage) and gt baned from the club the whole day..so we decided to club hope..stayed at BB from 10-1am....the my friend decided to go to mos..since im underaged i cant go but since i remember there was a private party,and my friend was invited i called him and wooo its off too ministry of sound..enter the place and it was jam packed then my friend invited me to take a tour,i was join wit hady..it was a bored tour due to the fact that every 5 min ppl were offering hady drink haha..but wat the hell his an idol..so we were tired and i happen to left my friends for awhile haha chill at the vip wit,some mtv dj,if im nt wrong his name is ut or something fuck it..and guess who joined next!!!!!!JADE FROM AMERICA NEXT TOP MODEL....now i felt unwanted haha everyone was a star,im just the cloud..haha so i danced back wit my friends as the stars were busy chatting and drinkin haha...got tired of dancin we were there from 1.30-till 3,we went to china one played pool for awhile then the placed closed...AND THE BEST PART ON THAT DAY,EVERYTHING WAS FREE!!! dont believe me??i dont force u too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat 11/11/2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;woke up at 12,didnt do much,went jalan raye wit RVN then went to meet ad at her aunty chalet.. stayed there till abt 3 or 4 am we played bingo... and vroom it was back to home,when i reach home my bro friend was there and we watch movie till 7 and my eyes were as dark as the dark...haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;U guys better watch the girl next door,its a wonderfull story!!!i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun 12/11/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I SLEPT TILL THE EVENING,then off to shele..the same routine played bingo and lost 2 bucks hahah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;mon 13/11/2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to school and had 30mins todo my online test ..AND I PASS!!!!!78% and i didnt even study im just to clever in engineering except for the maths ah haha...ohh me and ad are fitghting at the moment..but everything is chill..can talk tings out..freaking bastard ad....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tuesday 14/11/2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was supposed to be admited,but the thing is my mom aint in sg so they ask me to stay at home and come back due to the fact there wasent any medisave to go on with..they gave me medication and all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wed 15/11/2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woke up late and then when to the hospital again and report that my wrist was in pain..coz i was carrying heavy load..salah urat ah haha...then went to tea and eat..so i went off to play soccer again,at bbc..played against ahmad,apit,hady and hafiz damn one of the best teams down there hahah...then dol came and we won thanks to his outrageous stupidity haha......meet outside is the same wit goin out wat??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thurs 16/11/2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im updatin my blog at 3 am in the mornin..enjoy the day and thos e wit o level still on their brain all the best!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thurs 16/11/2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...the best part is everything is a okay...peace niggazzz,aduh tomorrow performance at 11 sia die2...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D-N&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"u claim to spit in the game,but the game spit u out,pussy ur nt pac" D-N&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-116361810400489711?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/116361810400489711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=116361810400489711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116361810400489711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116361810400489711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha-fresh-is-so-clean_16.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-116219669195157322</id><published>2006-10-30T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:29:05.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/1600/nezar-resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/320/nezar-resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               (i put the game in my brain is i head strong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/1600/nezar_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/320/nezar_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          (Che Guevera iconic portrait )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/1600/nezar_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/320/nezar_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           (Peace to tha world &amp;amp; all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didint knew i had some pics kept from me!!! well this pic was taken from my second last performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie the performance at far east was canceled,haha nt sure due to wat..buts its okay its alright..fyte3 haha...okie peepz plz do give comment if u drop by tho...hari raye its boring dizx year malas nk kluar ah... k lah i dont know wt to right ...me and ad are no more fighting okie so dont get it wrong everything is "A" okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hater's wana elevate me and stop me in my action,i turn around and kick their ass till they got elivated"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-116219669195157322?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/116219669195157322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=116219669195157322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116219669195157322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116219669195157322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-put-game-in-my-brain-is-i-head.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-116170733474250789</id><published>2006-10-25T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:06:41.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/1600/man_man2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/320/man_man2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was only able to take 3 photo(wackest,agreeable and one of the best) To me this is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/1600/ma_man_anje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/320/ma_man_anje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This ismy second fav pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/1600/ma_man.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/138/3620/320/ma_man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while this is the wackest haha,i wasent ready and he snap2 me ,freako!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were on tracks!!!,me,ad,music,rap,RVN and my whole family&lt;br /&gt;ketupat2 semua mkn terlompat jangan luper pulak nk share tempat...(whack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we be wildin in the corner freestylin,its a fact that im dope and u realise its all reallllll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know the truth then fuck u,share my views,so dont claim to be the best when ur nt in my shoe.and those of u on top,lookdown,coz u nvr know the next time u be stomp&lt;br /&gt;u know i know oldies u know i know peepz u know i know we aint from dustpan..so big shout out to everyone who keepin it  real,keepin secrets and keepin stuuf that were meant to be kept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-116170733474250789?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/116170733474250789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=116170733474250789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116170733474250789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116170733474250789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-only-able-to-take-3.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-116163555126227993</id><published>2006-10-24T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T04:32:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;okie2 firstly slamat hari raye to all!! forgive me for all the sins and watever trouble i created..kalau ader hutang aper2 plz do tell me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So i went shooping and gt bloody tired..here are the list of item bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--2 pair of smart shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--A pair long tee which is stretchable one of em was bought at ZARA(so my muscle wont get cramp and im nt boasting hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--An Armani smart pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--A renoma singleet and boxer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--And a wind dive shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;own money--???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mom's money--???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;total cost--im nt a showoff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but after dat kayap..haha smoke shesha (aizat keep it to urself ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; mkn at long john and home sweet home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;C.R.E.A.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so me and ad are at normal tracks no fighting peace..so the world knows nt all the story but still its our life so ppl plz do keep wat u have experiance to urself aite..today she sleep early sia hmm hari raye mah..confirm she gain weight i wana bet wit her ah haha..and i dont know hw to upload pics ah haha but i took some dope pics man..and photo shoot is nt as easy u tink it is parah sia.. okie2 lah i wana get ready my prayers clothes then i wana sleep then i wana wake up then i wana go pray then i wana meet ad for a while then i wana go home then i wana sleep...this year like no mood to hari raye ah..and i did puase full ah.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ReVolute Nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gt performance at far east so peepz cmon down check it out..no forcing haha and the best part is i didnt do my homework..haiyo last minit always wakes me up ah enjoy peepz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;D-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-116150810551595096</id><published>2006-10-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:08:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day has come the day that adillah gets to see my blog,yes i have been taking stuff out from ur blog i admit..but to me i was just taking wat i need to take..and wat im putting in this blog is watever i wana put..coz its my blog ad...and im innocent u wana hate me for stuff i didnt do and create and tell the whole world how evil i am when im nt..hatred is one of the most fear factors for me...and lastly if u know that i am creating rumours,y did u have to tell the whole world that u gt preag and be so angry,looks like im nt making rumours thats why u get angry and u freakin know that im nt makin stories..well fuck it...anyways im goin to bugis,arab strret and to god knows where to shooping ,2 pair of shoes 1 pair of shirt and pants..and to lookout for ad dress....hmmm wat else can i say ill just post my photo shoots at nyte..but for now its off to arab street...shooping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Pain is love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-116150810551595096?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/116150810551595096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All of this were taken from adillah tag board,the one is grenn is my reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;19 Oct 06, 14:51ad @ shif: if d0esnt believe him at all.fiq believes that if u wna make a relati0nship w0rk,we g0tta trust each 0thr..s0 yea.he trust me n d0esnt trust nezar..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(i know he dosent trust me,but he does ask me for the truth..and u very well know ad he keep's tings from you and i mean alot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Oct 06, 14:50ad @ syaz: then g0 find a bf la!haha.yes i c0ntr0l my 0wn life but he kn0es s0meh0w he can brainwash my frens..that includes u syaz.d0nt let him brainwash u ah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(to shaz if i were to brainwash u wat would i get in return??u hating ad??wat for?? ad needs ppl to talk too and since she dosent go to mas now ,she goes to you. one is enough)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;19 Oct 06, 10:14shif: nezar stupid ah.he's a bllody dimwit and a faggot.urgh.and if fiq believes him,i don't know what to say.pfft.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(to shiff:u can call me watever u want to.but share my views and listen to the story,whether fiq believe me or nt im nt sure but i dont blame ppl for blaming me when u get the factors right maybe u will say sori)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Oct 06, 02:36Syaz.: ad darling dont let nezar destoy your life okay? your in control of your life. rmbr?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(im nt destroying her life,she's destroying it,noting would have happen if she would to close her mouth and i meant nothing&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20 Oct 06, 00:09Sha: and about nezar.. to simply put it, i think he should go &amp; die! hes jealous bcos ur happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(im not!!haha cmon we stil conatct and meet so why should i be jealous coz i dont get the love from her,we are like a family sha ive been wit her for nearly 2 year 10 month and dats partially the reason i dont want to leave her ..anyways keep ur comment coming dont worry i wont hate u gurls,u gurls make the world spin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;so life is short u gota make it sweet ad,ur murdering anuar his nt supposed to be in the story u know..but u pull him in why ad why?? now2 dont get it wrong i dont hate u,i just hate the person u have become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Know dat! ive been doin the same thing since u were a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;who dat?kid's from the block tick top hip-hop till D-N of the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;fuck dat!who u wana be hater??ur just a bunch of loser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;fact that! u will nvr see or never assume u know wat lies beneath" -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; ham and quetorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-116127199380069233?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/116127199380069233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=116127199380069233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116127199380069233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116127199380069233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-of-this-were-taken-from-adillah.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-116119497735009671</id><published>2006-10-19T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:18:32.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, October 18, 2006&lt;br /&gt;i currently have the urge t0 kill s0me0ne!!!i wna kill syed nezar n make sure he r0t in hell!!!he's d0in it again.so evry0ne..s0on,u'll hear stuff like i fuck him n all.its up t0 u t0 believe 0r n0t!i d0nt bl0ody care anim0re!!!!i had enuf 0f this.all i wn is my happiness.plswhy must he wn fiq t0 hate me?why he wns fiq t0 leave me?why!g0d dammit!why!!!aftr one pr0b,an0ther c0mes..why is dis hapening again!! (taken from adillah blog)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adillah why are u making things up AGAIN...wat abt the soon?? i dont spread rumours abt u..u spread rumours abt me making ppl hate me and all..u know the truth..u cheated me on fiq tau and i dont know wat u say to ppl..u can hate me much as u want..i fuck u??dats all u gona put??y bcoz u tink im making stories bcoz of u fucking wit me ryte??ur wrong adillah,if i wanted to make rumours i could easly said that u fuck wit other guys ur a bitch and ur a maneater...but did i say??i nvr once make rumours abt u..i dont want fiq,his innocent he dosent come betwwen our war,he has the ryte to remain wit u..everytime we fyte all u tink abt is dat i wana ruin u and fiq dats all u tink abt,but the fact is i want us to become as per normal...cmon lah u even declare stuff wit &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MASTURAH IN FRONT OF ME,REMEMBER WHEN WE SAT AT PASIR RIS U TOLD EVERYTHING TO MAS,I JUST KEPT QUITE.&lt;/span&gt;.now u tell me whose makin rumours ad..i dont want all this to happen but why when ur loosing at something u tend to find ppl for pityness..ive kept quite for all the tings u said to me tau in school and all..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why u nvr tell ppl u hated norzhat and andre was irritatingand syasya was kerek,and how u wanted to make shaz papan out of ur house when she last minit wanted to go to ur house?? and hw shiffa was a bastard for breakin mas and her bf up and u hated shiffa so much saying she's a backstabber and oso for retaking her malay paper u kutuk her habis habisan...GOD DAMMIT Y!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but see now ur talking to norzhat,and nvr complain abt andre..u told ppl andre was fun u told fiq he was irritating??so make fiq change his mind abt andre??and u nw talk to sya,saying she's kewl and how u pakat wit me to make shaz papan get out of the house so that she wont use ur comp and now ur talking to shiffa even thou u still hate her ??...i aint no dimwit i aint no faggot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( im&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; just stating fact's &amp;amp; i dont mean to harm anybody)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;why abt me onli ad..i dont give u prob ad, u created problems for urself..and nw everybody who read's this i dont want pityness from all of u..i maybe the person ur hating and maybe nt..i maybe the person makin ad's life hard and yes i admit to that..we chated on the phone and it went overboard..yes we do contact..i nvr wanted this to happen for ppl who knows some truth abt us i hope u keep it to urself..plz coz our(ad and me) maruah is on the net..truth hurts..ad im sori for all the bad tings that happen and to all im sori if i created any trouble...and u even made ur best friend hate me??bcoz i just went out to buy birthday present for u??daniel was there fadilah was there they know te truth..and yet ppl can still hate her for that ??wat u say to them?? u told me that they think indirectly that i was brainwashing her??why her??when i can straight go to fiq??&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;u burukan ur friends name asl u tak bilang dier org?? asl u bilang i seorang?? and to her friends who are reading this i dont want u guys to believe wat u see in my blog but u can get the facts from wat im saying in this blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; take wat she say bt me and compare wit urself see who is telling the truth but the easiest is nt to even bother ..enjoy ur days and ppl taking o's all the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;D-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"For those of u who have doubt me,i let it be,im nt brainwashing ppl or u or whoever...i live life to the fullest and i protect my name...im just askin ppl to stop hating me.." 2pac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-116119497735009671?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/116119497735009671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=116119497735009671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116119497735009671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116119497735009671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/10/wednesday-october-18-2006-i-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-116090550420076517</id><published>2006-10-15T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:40:01.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sunday and i didnt went out,hw boring can life be??anyways things hasent been straight for me life has its up and down...so i take tings not the hard...like haters and wanannabe this life aint complete witout them..well ill start from friday..firstly i went out when it was time to buke..so i had a drink to break my fast then i quickly had to rush to take a cab to boat quay..meet some frineds there then we went to 7-11 got something to fill my stomach..then we had to walk all the way to club home..it was bored at first as there wasent anybody but wat the hell after 10++ ppl came coming in and the club was feel wit white trash and abt 11 the party started!!the chinese was great,the whhite's were great and the indians were kewl..everything was the ish that day..my friend who went clubbin for the first time enjoy it so much that were goin again dis comin friday..haha the best ting is we go home we take a night ride..nk pergi clubbin abeh balik naik night ride...that is wat u called safe money..anyways we were like dancing and the dj was fucked up ah played some stupid song..but wth i danced till i was showering wit sweats..then it was 3 am and i decided its time to go,got to take sahur.. reach home the first ting i do was eat!! cannot tahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to erm is human but to erm erm and erm is inhuman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ad...i will never know where its gona go...she claimed i ask syaz papan for help so i can ruined her name,cmon i could have done it when i want to,i dont need syaz help it's just that my friend ask her no. and maybe they claim i wana ruin her name..the truth is all she has and im holding it how many time has fiq ask me i keep quite..haiz..its gona be soon im nt evil as u ting i am i live my life to the fullest..and nt ruining ppl happiness..loves come's again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all rounders are ppl apprciateing life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip-hop has been low..boses entering ns,some fucked up fuckers doin probs...still the passion is in my life and will forever be..noting can be accomplish wit out music.... doin cigg to get paid and gettin bad name for nt doin it great it's all fake...enjoy ur day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-116090550420076517?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/116090550420076517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=116090550420076517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116090550420076517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/116090550420076517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-sunday-and-i-didnt-went-outhw.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-115972481244195146</id><published>2006-10-02T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:46:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.36..mind cover wit anger,but it's not D-N..its the start..fuck adillah,fucking bastard...here's the latest rumours...pesturing her for money,i dont wana leave her...she owe me she promised she pay..and she say im forcing her cmon ah...and fiq is STUPID..nt to listen to what ppl say...yes u change her...from bad 2 worse...all  her class mae were involve when she lies...ur goin the wrong way guy..u love her..shes doin tings u dont even know..did u know we still meet chat love each other the same way nopthingg has change...but since days pass tings went overboard this aint goin far i will put an end to this shit..i rule the sky and the sun of ur life gurl..many things need to be know to the public..i bash and clash jaws..here's the end of the erdy story..they gt aids....leaving her is easy for u to say...be in my shoe and u will know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ppl goin on the grin this is for u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this one out to everybody, trying to make end ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the grind&lt;br /&gt;Still got my money on my mindAnd I, feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on the lineWhen it,&lt;br /&gt; seems like I'm running out of time&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'm going on the grind&lt;br /&gt;Ay yo, I'm trying to make my dollars double&lt;br /&gt;I done found a place to fit in&lt;br /&gt;For niggaz trying to get into this power struggle&lt;br /&gt;I work hard on the job like immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;And always try to get my first half in advance&lt;br /&gt;It sounds strange but the rap game is not a game&lt;br /&gt;You could make a lot of money gain a lot of fame&lt;br /&gt;But don't get it twistedYou could get addicted&lt;br /&gt;Buy a mansion in the Hamptons, and get evicted&lt;br /&gt;Now if you call me and I'm not aroundI'm probably putting my grind down&lt;br /&gt;Doing shit out of town&lt;br /&gt;I be the manager, road manager, and call handler Booking agent, choreographer and tour plannerI be the V.P. of marketing and promotions Producer and arraigner, with a range of emotions&lt;br /&gt;And after it all, I still gotta performAt three o'clock in the morn', when half the fans are goneBut it's fineBeen on the grind since like '04 or '06&lt;br /&gt;The game is foul like a plate of swine&lt;br /&gt;Now is there anybody con like me?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody out there on the grind like me?&lt;br /&gt;For everybody working nine to five&lt;br /&gt;For everybody trying to rise with they eyes on the prize&lt;br /&gt;I'm with 'cha, we all going through it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-115972481244195146?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/115972481244195146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=115972481244195146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115972481244195146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115972481244195146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-115748366431884854</id><published>2006-09-06T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T03:14:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn sometings is wrong wit the laptop(due to the fact im tapping to someone account )&lt;br /&gt;okie let me start this post wit my unlucky day...its was abt 2 am and i was shitting and viewing drangon ball the movie on my psp...it was on top of my turttle tank..i was abt to wear my pants when i happen to hit my psp and it went into the tank to swim...i was so shock that i even tore my pants in the rush to take out my psp haha..my wife went to swim in the dirty water full shit hw can i allow dat haha even if it were to go near any water i wouldnt allow it..at first it was okay so i off it..then the second time i open it was okay but then it hang...so i off it..after dat i tried to open it but no succes i went to qj.net to post "help"at the forum ahah..one guy even suggest i leave it alone for 1 whole month..i cant leave for an hour witout my wife(psp)...i strip open my wife and let it dry and i went to sleep...when i open my eyes..the first ting i usualy do is search for my glasses but i didnt care abt it den..i insert the battery to the slot and pray...yahooo she was okie hahahahaha..end of bad luck 1.....then i had a fight wit adillah as per normal hahah..continue of bad luck 2....the i went to comex to buy a RAM and an mp3....after i bought my mp3 i just realize i was abt to change my hp...i went moody if i have an mp3 in my hp why should i have an mp3..luckily ham said this"the sound quality is diff mp3 is the shit" hahah i was okie then haha..end of bad luck 3...then i was so stress up that i didnt even realise i was siting on vomit damn i was abt to puke when i notice it...so i went to the gents ppl were staring at me damn hw shy can a human be...wash it with my bare hands and put extra alot of soap...end of bad luck 4...then yesterday i chill wit ali till 4 am damn i was tired and i was fighting wit ad on the phone from 12 till 3...im tired of fighting..then today when we mit we were as per normal onfect we were laughing all the way..damn must i meet her everyday to stop the fight??hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lethal industry to traffic to his a pirate to adiago for string.. tiesto is the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but there will be no story for this post .......&lt;br /&gt;Okie fiq told me ad has changed i said ad will never change YET....attitude wise she has..putting up an act she has..my point of view...status of change :BAD TO WORST..&lt;br /&gt;would u kill ur friend in the battle field so that u can survive??&lt;br /&gt;would u lie to ur parents and use other ppl name to save ur ass??&lt;br /&gt;would u blame someone who wasent involve in the story??&lt;br /&gt;would u?? damn im very upset wit her...wat has this become to??secrets bein unfold stuff bein told&lt;br /&gt;Would u create rumors so that ppl will support u?? Damn u be the judge and before accusing anybody i did my research and found out all was true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the more she put me through the more it just fell like comin back too....tell me the answer clear my thoughts...the onli time we stop fighting when we meet up and tomorrow were goin out damn so wats to become of the outcome..ill post it out...soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get together and feel alright,one love,one heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hip-hop news yet ....but ill be recording my tracks at project 1 twenty 2..son before pk goes to NS..ill be doin more tracks..wait for freaky to hit me up wit some dope ass shit..u fegedil me nigga!!!to my homies and friends and to ppl i have talk to and share my probs wit i love u guys alot even if i just knew u ..i feel ur pain of bein used or watever..trust u peepz and never to lose u guys..guys who have been wit me through adillah shits and att i thank u alot..if i can just show it i will do it(u guys know who u are) and to my homies we keepin it tight dawg nation till i die revolute till we touch the sky....lotsa love to all i know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N (thanks to all)&lt;br /&gt;p.s:never could have done or conquer stuff witout u guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-115748366431884854?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/115748366431884854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=115748366431884854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115748366431884854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115748366431884854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-sometings-is-wrong-wit-laptopdue.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-115722084642112339</id><published>2006-09-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:14:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie today was the performance day..and pfft it was freaking hot and i enjoy tallman was there and he supported me to the core and my whole fam..it was the ish sia...then we had freeeeee foooods as we were sponsor....and tings didnt last long...my hapiness wasent meant to last long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a nice 68 ill pass u an R kelly tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad was mad at me..y bcoz i happen to say some wrong tings to fiq...i was covering her ass and she said i did something worng??such human exist diz days huh...i was bein evil towards fiq but didnt want to spoil ad mood..i repect her cause we still are goin strong even thou she still hide the facts from fiq...or maybe im wrong....dats all abt her..goddam the more she hates me the more i like her...inhuman me..enjoy the second part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The valentine card was from lera and it was stated "happy velentine day from urs truly lera winks"and there was a peace hahah..wat a card erdy said ....so at nite erdy took the oppurtunity to find lera no. and gt it...so he called...they chated...lera was having dinner wit her whole family as her uncle brought a big lorry so they chated evn thou lera was having her dinner..she didnt mind erdy calling her..at the same time she didint care much...erdy did care bcoz that was the sweetes ting a gurl has done for him..he said to himself this is maybe the one whose he has been looking for..they chated even longer..from seconds to minutes,from minutes to hours..and from hours it became long hours..so erdy invited lera out on a date..she accepted!!! on the day...erdy didnt had cash so he happen to ask his mom for cash..he gt 10 bucks..so they went out to catch dinner..erdy wanted to spend lera but she didnt accepted it so erdy bought a large fries and force lera to eat it hahah..she ate...that was the onli time they went out before they were declare bf and gf..it was the fourth week and erdy decided that he was madly in love wit her and same as lera... they were steady on the feb 26...the thing is erdy was cheating on her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times up game over u lose i win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galaxy goin to hongkong today sia hahah sad....but nvr to ferget there's always MSN...i choked on my lyrics but i cover it damn it wasent obvious and thnk god man hahah...hw can u get over stuff u dont want too??ahh im saving money to cover my bills and i gt to bill 2 pay..like they say they call me mister hustler...ohh and rdb was the ish sia today!!!they made the crowd go wild!!! sad i quit breakdance a long time..nw i just concentrate on muscle hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-115722084642112339?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/115722084642112339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=115722084642112339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115722084642112339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115722084642112339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/09/okie-today-was-performance-day.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-115687400241637513</id><published>2006-08-30T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:53:22.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn today was the ish sia..my teacher woke me up at six and this is wat he said"Dont be late,i wake u up alreadi so dont give me excuse of u coming late."all i said was yes sir then i hung up the phone..realy cant be bother..but get this.. hw much love can a teacher show you??i reli dont bother but cmon he woke me up at 6.15 and i start skewl at 8..at last i reached school at 8.05 hahah..i was born to go against the world and not my mom haha..and i dont owe mister teh any cash!!! thusday i finish at 10 thank god..coz i cant stand till 6..atleast sha,zinky,izat,ham,muzil,lipas can stand it haha&lt;br /&gt;damn and worst come to worst ill be at the gym..hw i love the gym haha...and im having muscle cram and i mean damn bloody pain sia...u nigga fedil me!!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my brain in the game as i head strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know im tired of writing abt adillah and all.. she dosent mean anyting to me were just friend and i respect her coz ive benn spending 2 years and 6 month of my life wit her..so fuck it she can do aniting she wants..all she gt to know she gt me as a protector she has a boyfriend and pityness on him but again fuck it....so im putting this part as a make up story enjoy the best  part is that it is my creation and ill make u ppl ask more hahah..its  a love story but once its finish ill open another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was velentine day..the year is 2020....&lt;br /&gt;Lera was hated by everyone..she mix wit the wrong person,steal things,run from home,defiant and she didnt care much abt her life all she wanted is to enjoy..she had so many bf and did so many stuff but she didnt went far..she didnt have sex she was a virgin...but the onli ting she didnt knew is that deep down inside her the real lera was waiting to come out..erdy was a guy who likes to mix around he had so many friends some good some bad..erdy life was nt that good too..he did tings he didnt want to..he had a motto "in life you gt to try everyting at least once"&lt;br /&gt;he was a stupid guy he wanted to be big..he wanted his name to be know..therefore he became a gansgetr he gt beaten up several times became rude to his mom and family..several times he made ppl upset bt he didnt care he just wana be big..such ego exist in life and it still does..but he didnt knew his life was abt to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours were spread..it went that erdy like lera and wanted to know her but he didnt knew the right time..it was velentine day in school suddenly erdy received a card..it was from lera......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for the next post hahah...its nt fun yet but ill keep u coming haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back as experiment for a G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sat is my performance and i havent finish the lyrics hw..thats the first part secondly willi ever get to remember the lyrics???haha wat to do.."im tired of hustlin but i wont be beggin so keep em comin coz u know i wont stand still if u go against my wil"l..just some shit i wrote so give me comments...life is short make it sweet peepz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-115687400241637513?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/115687400241637513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=115687400241637513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115687400241637513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115687400241637513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/08/damn-today-was-ish-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>D-N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643626739603222993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33018108.post-115661489243866225</id><published>2006-08-27T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:54:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie i had no mood but i tried to smile so i can enjoy myself...fistyly i went to woodlands to attend sweetwrappers prize ceremony and pfft prankster was a wonderful hype man but damn kental..gona miss him soon man goin off to NS in the next 2 weeks(cry) why so cruel ah..&lt;br /&gt;mom raise us for a 18years then they take us away for 2 years...well its singapore...Then i went to orchard to chill at TAKA Garden(dont know why they called it that,but it was my first time there) till 10 plus..hw i wish could chill mo longer sia,i was bored and was tinking of shit..  and dammit that place looks like a "gangster paradise" and "NF" (NF= No future) but i still chill there haha..wat can i say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This matha fucking world is a ghetto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning i was a wall,noon i was a dog,afternoon i gt stab,at night was feeling pityness&lt;br /&gt;am i bein to kind and allow bitch to step on my head??at 12 i said to close the book for today dats means stop the arguement for that day..haha she said okay but damn it hurts inside and still do..&lt;br /&gt;Then she like say sori and watever..i know i hold her future in my hand.. but i nvr did hurt her by using her bf..saying stuff that her bf should know.. i pity him alot for bein played behind...&lt;br /&gt;i respect him alot i dont want things to re happen again once is enough...sori F i nvr hated u but i &lt;br /&gt;bloody pity u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of love shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i gt another collabo..this time with PK cousin..its an honuor...next week gona perform and i havent finish my lyrics luckily its 12 bars but hell yeah i love the beat!!!.galaxy is goin to hongkong and his gona collab wit me by sending his shit through email..i gt some of his preview but deleted it already and its fucking crzay mad props to this chinese mofo..aint no stopping this G..garuda hook him up wit some hongkong rappers and even terry lee!!damn if he were to be big in the future im gona hustle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-115661489243866225?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/115661489243866225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 12.20 and pfft.. tings were nt that good today, i played soccer badly,lost some callories and basically thats all..i only ate 1 meal and a maggi hw hungry can i be..but the thing is i gt anggerek to do my blog and thanks to her my blog is updated and it dosent make me a newbie but all thanks to her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short make it sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i sacrifice for a love one in a return i get played behind..am i just wasting time??&lt;br /&gt;am i giving her hard time??but get the facts she ask me for tings and i give it her..things dat dosent include money like time,laughter and more but in the other end she says she love another guy so wat should i do? i dont blame her for meeting me and i also wanted to meet her.. but when night falls i hear stuff that i dont want to hear..wat can i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of love tingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never to regret life....trouble dosent comes to u,u look for trouble..im done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-115609323617879663?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/115609323617879663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=115609323617879663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115609323617879663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115609323617879663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-12.html' 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believing wat ever they here from ppl..it's reli fucked up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short make it sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment i just discovered hw long ive been cheated...was it my fault,was i to be blame,i was so into helping ppl dat i forget abt myself..was it wrong?? maybe its wrong to sacrfice ur love one's to help other's but it just make me smile to see other's smile..but to see ur love one's mad at you..i dont know. hw do i clear my sin?? maybe u can help me,im nt supposed to create this blog or she(ad)will get mad at me,so whoever read this or i have link u too my acc plz keep it to urself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of love tingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment i gt plenty of beats and none i have record,freaky(fau) hooked me up wit alot of dope ass beats and im hoping to make him happy,i hustled for his beats and thats the best way to repay him,and yes im doin a collabo wit Sweetwrappers(champion of da sho case 2) damn cant wait to record it fucking crazy indeed..well thats all for today my backbone hurts and im nt thinking straight..enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33018108-115601771190905175?l=d-n-link.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-n-link.blogspot.com/feeds/115601771190905175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33018108&amp;postID=115601771190905175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115601771190905175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33018108/posts/default/115601771190905175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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