<?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-1196662727913483094</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:08:25.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh. happiness. sadness. joyful</title><subtitle type='html'>the ride of my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196662727913483094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fransisca.lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633900397267502449</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196662727913483094.post-7960187254267697721</id><published>2009-09-04T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:04:21.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday friday! :D</title><content type='html'>Thank God It's Friday! seriously, school things are driving me craaazzzyy! report, homework, exercise, assesment, quiz, vocab, novel 1, novel 2 AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE STAY ME AWAY FROM THOSE FCUKIN THINGSS? huhu, mau nangis. hah. anyway, broken hearted girl - beyonce knowles bgs deh. hari ini nyampe skola pagi bgt. pulang2, les, ah babi. mau tidur, ga bs tidur   :( oyaa, CONGRATS MY DEAR MARSHA! :D i'm happy for ya dearrr :D mwah2! jgn sampe dy bikin lu sakit. ampe iya, gw pukul ntar. hahahhaha. :D moga2 dapet visa buat ke ausi! ketemu ci2 :D i miss my sister so damn mucho! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken hearted girl lyric nih gw pasang hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I thought you never were&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like I thought you could’ve been&lt;br /&gt;But still you live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one I wish I could forget&lt;br /&gt;The only one I’d love to not forgive&lt;br /&gt;And though you break my heart, you’re the only one &lt;br /&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t erase&lt;br /&gt;The times that you hurt me &lt;br /&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now while I hate you&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No...No&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;I’m no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I feel I need to say&lt;br /&gt;But up to now I’ve always been afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you would never come around&lt;br /&gt;And still I want to put this out&lt;br /&gt;You say you’ve got the most respect for me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel you’re not deserving me&lt;br /&gt;And still you’re in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you’re the only one and yes&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t complain&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been afraid that you would've walk away&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now I don’t hate you&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy to say&lt;br /&gt;That I will be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you &lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No…No&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m at a place I thought I’d never be…Oooo&lt;br /&gt;I’m living in a world that’s all about you and me…yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gotta be afraid my broken heart is free&lt;br /&gt;To spread my wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;Away With you &lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah, ohh ohh ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to take a breath with out my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you &lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way..No..No&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart &lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl..No..No..&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted girl No…no… &lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196662727913483094-7960187254267697721?l=fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/7960187254267697721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-friday-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196662727913483094/posts/default/7960187254267697721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196662727913483094/posts/default/7960187254267697721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-friday-d.html' title='friday friday! :D'/><author><name>fransisca.lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633900397267502449</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-1196662727913483094.post-6617651739394054198</id><published>2009-07-10T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:02:11.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;yey! it's Friday everyone! hahaha. i thought i wont go anywhere todae. but my mom ask me how about going to pp or GI. haha. i just had a date with my mom. haha. bonding time! :) have you heard a song called 'Dia Mengerti?' sang by Maria Shandi if i'm not mistaken. its a good song anyway. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;he is sick. :( cough and flu. obviously. ckck. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get well soon dauri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) glad to see you soon! you have no idea how much i miss youuu! my sister told me that she cooked brokoli again for today. hahaha. glad to know you already can cook for ur self sist! hihi. hey school's coming! hauahaha. on tuesday the school start. hahaha. yeay! i'm curious how will the new teacher look like. hahahaha. well, we'll have indian teacher of course. -_-' like Ms.Usha said "when you're in high school, you'll get indian teacher of course." WHAAATT?! swt deh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dia mengerti, Dia peduli, persoalan yang sedang terjadi. Dia mengerti, Dia perduli, persoalan yang kita alami. Namun satu yang Dia minta, agar kita percaya, sampai mukjizat menjadi nyata." :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;*sorry for the bad grammer. hahahahaa. My baadd. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ilysm 121206 :)&lt;/strong&gt;&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/1196662727913483094-6617651739394054198?l=fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/6617651739394054198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196662727913483094/posts/default/6617651739394054198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196662727913483094/posts/default/6617651739394054198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>fransisca.lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633900397267502449</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-1196662727913483094.post-2727272929858842305</id><published>2009-07-09T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:51:52.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mooom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ow maaann. mom's getting mad with me agaiinn just because i didnt want to accompany her to do the 'nyontreng' stuff. ckckck males banget. this headache is killing me! damn youuu! gini nih, kbnyakan maen typing maniac on facebook. huah. aaaaaaaaa, i'm waiting for 1st august to come! i'm gonna blow out my sixteen candles. hehe. :) i miss my friends to the max! i miss my uniform! hauahahaha. weird isnt it? hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LEjjcrBZUNQ/SlXnsWBUljI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d9VtBaGjX78/s1600-h/pixar-up-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356442080838456882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LEjjcrBZUNQ/SlXnsWBUljI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d9VtBaGjX78/s320/pixar-up-movie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uhh, i'm waiting for UP! movieeee. i've seen the trailer on cinema. it's cartoon by the way hahahaha. i dont care, it seems funny! hahahahaa. oya, the cute fat boy on the film kinda look like navin. hauahahahaha. fyi only, navin's using the picture of that cute fat boy for his profile picture on facebook. hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oya, there's a new boy and girl who will join us in year 10. i heard this boy has just moved from singapore and the girl, jessica ho, it's navin's enemy. hahaha. *well, navin told me. hahahahaa. honestly, i dont really like, if there's a new student for our class. it's the six of us! i mean, for the girls. and we'll have another one? it seems, not very good i guess. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*teenage girl who wants to be thin* :) LYN&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/1196662727913483094-2727272929858842305?l=fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/2727272929858842305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/2009/07/mooom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196662727913483094/posts/default/2727272929858842305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196662727913483094/posts/default/2727272929858842305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/2009/07/mooom.html' title='mooom!'/><author><name>fransisca.lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633900397267502449</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/_LEjjcrBZUNQ/SlXnsWBUljI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d9VtBaGjX78/s72-c/pixar-up-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196662727913483094.post-2534369871749857675</id><published>2009-07-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:37:45.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>him and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LEjjcrBZUNQ/SlXkP5zO7jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ipS48o7HlWs/s1600-h/17012009959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356438293691952690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LEjjcrBZUNQ/SlXkP5zO7jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ipS48o7HlWs/s320/17012009959.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finally, gw bikin blog lagi. this is because of my sister anyway. hahahaha. well, tonight i cried again for the 'whatever' times. i miss him much. all good things turns into bad. fucked up! i hate to say this, but i sometimes i feel like an ass. noooooooooooo! i miss him so badly. i miss when he say 'iloveyou' or just 'ilu'. i miss him when he say 'muah'. well, maybe you will say that 'hey you stupid!' but i dont care! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, maybe this posting isnt a good start for 'a fresh new blog', but this is what i feel right now. dissapointed, sadness, heartbreaking. is there anything more 'wonderful' than those things? tell me what else?? oh D, you dont even remember what happened on December 12th 2006. how dare you? it's been 3 years, and this feeling wont change. i still feel the same. i miss the way you look at me. i miss the way you call my name. i miss the way you talk to me. i miss anything bout you! and you dont even care! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know i'm a boring person who dont respon what you're saying while you calling me. maybe i'm not a type of person who can give you advice, but please, dont treat me like this. i cant face it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196662727913483094-2534369871749857675?l=fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/2534369871749857675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/2009/07/him-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196662727913483094/posts/default/2534369871749857675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196662727913483094/posts/default/2534369871749857675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fransiscabrenda.blogspot.com/2009/07/him-and-stuff.html' title='him and stuff'/><author><name>fransisca.lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633900397267502449</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/_LEjjcrBZUNQ/SlXkP5zO7jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ipS48o7HlWs/s72-c/17012009959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
