<?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-4435683358531381784</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reeeelink!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nabilah Rahman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4LWlxU-Og8/SD1L9nLF-9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dZHc5PKRG0A/S220/DSC01498.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4435683358531381784.post-8678473908623181271</id><published>2008-09-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:08:21.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*blows dust*&lt;br /&gt;hey private readers.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm rly sorry for not updating for more than fifteen days - right? Anyway, I've been updating on my other "public" blog. Oh and btw, I do not know why. But I've changed skin to a, not-created-by-me skin, and still, posts couldn't be seen, while it looks oh-so-perfect in MF. Like hello, I didn't even edit any of the codes. Is IE screwing up or anything? So here I am, promoting Mozilla Firefox, the browser that makes your webpages look superduper perfect -thumbs up .&lt;br /&gt;And yes, thumbs down to IE. Screewwwwwwww. Hahaha. Anyway, let's start with a private post. Since this is a private blog. So you special readers, I guess some of you have been told about it.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;This few days, chatting for hours and hours w farhan has been a must, we chat for at least three hours. Oh c'mon, it's the holidays. Who don't miss their loved ones? Other than geeky gooey students, and heartless morons, I guess. And it has never came across my mind that all geeks have no feelings. I'm serious; some geeks do have feelings. It's just that they're timid, right? But on the other hand, there are some geeks who goes onto books 24/7. I mean it, they don't even care about social life. All they care about are maths equations, science theories and examinations. Those are no life-rs. Seriously, they dont even spend 0.546546846543 seconds on entertainment like games, music or even just a slight break. Freaks. -backtrack; long talks w farhan :D About missing your loved ones. Yes, of course I miss him. Like a hell hell hell lot. But hey, it's the fasting month, and the school holidays. His mom won't probably let him out, it's probably like jail for a week for him -sympathy please. hehe. he was like saying it full of pitty "at least you get freedom, I don't". But yes, my freedom is v limited. Can you believe that I actually have to fight for my own freedom JUST FOR A FEW METERS OUT OF MY HOUSE?! Such a ridicule, I know. But well, I guess it's worth fighting for it. Now I'm free-er than before. And I'm glad -thanks god :D As for the long talks, the start of it has always been full of bore and crapness. I mean, the times where you don't know what to talk about. But when it comes to the second hour or so, then comes the fun part. Where we really give jokes to laugh our asses out kind of thing. It's seriously satisfying. But after all that fun, he has to go. Well, I understand. No matter how much I don't want him to go, I still appreciate that he actually stays up for me. Well, at least he cares to. I'm sorry that this post has to be all about him. But yes, I truly appreciate his presence. He knows how to make me laugh, by just those silly jokes. And yes, his most embarassing moment of his life is w me. Heh. It's truly embarassing, I admit. But it's alright. We're all humans. And there's nothing wrong w doing something embarassing. Yes, you lose face. But, what's wrong? If there isn't embarassment then there isn't jokes too, right? Haha. It goes hand-in-hand, you see :D And yeah, I seriously thank him, a lot. For making my time pretty worthwhile these few days. Bestf are still in my heart, okay. FarhanFarhanFarhan doesn't mean no bestfriends. Right? I won't ever forget what you all have been through w me. The rainy days, the glory, everything. That's what friends are for, aye? And thank you so much for evthing, bestf and boyf. You guys are truly everything to me. That includes my family, although at times I don't feel nice w all my family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan, being with you is like evthing I use to wish for. And now that we're together, I really appreciate it, I really do. I'm sorry that at times I don't really have time for you, 'cos p6 life is pretty hectic. And it's just different from a primary five's. It's really different, soon you'll know what I mean. Yes, how I wish you could be in primary 6. But at the same time, that's what makes us special. A different age, yet we still could be as close as ever. And yet we could still understand each other v well, and get along fine. What is this? A gift from God? I truly appreciate whatever it is now. I really appreciate your love, your presence, your sacrifice, and so on. As long as I still love you, I will keep my promise, that is to love you and be by your side, as long as I can hold on. Thanks for all those words of confidence. Yes, you sound so confident that we'll be together forever. I truly, truly, thank you. Deep from my heart. Yes, that's right. Like what Maryam said, a good sign. It shows that you're confident we'll continue strong together for a long time. It does signal to me that you'll be loyal to me, for a long period of time. Forever, I wish. We'll see. I'm just hoping your wish and my wish would come true. I really hope it does. W that, I have no other words to say, other than Thank You So Much, and I Really Love You (: Takecare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4435683358531381784-8678473908623181271?l=vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8678473908623181271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4435683358531381784&amp;postID=8678473908623181271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/8678473908623181271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/8678473908623181271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/2008/09/blows-dust-hey-private-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabilah Rahman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4LWlxU-Og8/SD1L9nLF-9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dZHc5PKRG0A/S220/DSC01498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4435683358531381784.post-5407294556796283618</id><published>2008-08-15T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:35:20.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;my comp crashed.&lt;br /&gt;besties, i love you ! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im BACK ! HAHAHA ! :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4435683358531381784-5407294556796283618?l=vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5407294556796283618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4435683358531381784&amp;postID=5407294556796283618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/5407294556796283618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/5407294556796283618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabilah Rahman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4LWlxU-Og8/SD1L9nLF-9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dZHc5PKRG0A/S220/DSC01498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4435683358531381784.post-1203764567634950576</id><published>2008-06-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:44:56.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;long time no post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly, i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;and today, rashaun sms-ed me. after maybe a month long not sms-ing, hehe. and he said farhan didn't turn up for hockey today. wtf? monday he didn't turn up, today he didn't turn up. anything wrong? omgomgomg. hey this is so worrying. and it sucks i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but great enough ive been dreaming a lot about my bestfriends + him =D. like uh, not daydreaming okay. but in my night time dreams =D. and sometimes they're soooo weird. like one of them, it had my cousin ifah, farhan, maryam, alyaa, aisyah, hockey peeps, my MOM, farhan's MOM, and some other makcik makcik. wtf? what does THAT mean siaah? even had some teachers, ohmygee. what the hell is wrong heree-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tc, lazy to post :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4435683358531381784-1203764567634950576?l=vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1203764567634950576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4435683358531381784&amp;postID=1203764567634950576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/1203764567634950576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/1203764567634950576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabilah Rahman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4LWlxU-Og8/SD1L9nLF-9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dZHc5PKRG0A/S220/DSC01498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4435683358531381784.post-5991491563086881549</id><published>2008-06-07T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T05:34:40.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. omg, so sorry. long time no post. well no mood mah. srsly, i have tuition tmr. and, i havnt even finish the homework! our of four books my tutor gave, i completed two. and i have another two, ohmygeeeee! daaamn, i hate homework. school homework? talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive only touched maths! im rly gonna start homework next week, (: or maybe, tomorrow? haha. and my YS card ohmygee, saj we've gotta complete! srsly. ahah. and, madrasah exams tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAUHID, ARAB, JAWI.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaa, jawi easy, cn put aside. but arab &amp;amp; tauhid? ohmygee! ive not touched the textbooks yet. ive not revised a thing. heyheyhey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happenin' to me? eveything's changing. ive slacked. and this butt of mine just won't buck up! somebody, i need help! im srs bout this, i can't go on this way. okay starting from now ive gotta pull up my socks &amp;amp; not let my hair down too much, and you as friends, have got to help me. maybe you could give me motivation or whatever that works, okay? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that day. i did homework, music, a little of floorball, and bubble tea with maryam. haha. that little kiddo, oh my gee how could he? i was like holding my stick, and i didnt wanna hold the ball in my hands so i put it on the ground and rolled it along the way. hah, guess what? this not smart kid when like, "youre not suppose to play on the road" or smth liddat. OH YEAH HE WAS ANNOYING. Bet that. Ohmygeeeeeee, can't he just freaking shutttttup? haha. hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times where i'd always play with all my friends. it's holidays, and i can only play with syamir, hariz, syurhan, felester, JJ, farhanna, maryam and maybe aide. not the rest, ohmygee! haha okay wdv. got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee. post again sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4435683358531381784-5991491563086881549?l=vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5991491563086881549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4435683358531381784&amp;postID=5991491563086881549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/5991491563086881549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/5991491563086881549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabilah Rahman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4LWlxU-Og8/SD1L9nLF-9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dZHc5PKRG0A/S220/DSC01498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4435683358531381784.post-1850721592846633874</id><published>2008-06-04T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T05:23:10.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. ohmygawd k.&lt;br /&gt;things are gg craaazzzy! kristy&amp;amp;nana are like, okay not okay then okay again. haha. so kyut. anyway, ive gotta say my lyf's fine. and all thanks to my bestfriends + boyfieeeee. lolol. okay i'll shut up. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey youve gotta have some pittywitty on me. im home alone for hours alrd. gosh can god gimme a lil sibbling ? hehee. or at least another sibling. older also okey lah. a sister ! omg yeh. a blood sister.  cos i think ive got soo many sisters in skewl. plus outside skewl. haha. like what the hell i need someone at home. oh gosh how i wish bestfriends live nearby ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, okey. yesterday was like goddamn funny k. it's like ive been drinking so much of redbull yestd, and it got me going nuts, high &amp;amp; just plain gyler by the time night falls. i was like ohmygawd damn hyper that people like aisyah had to keep away, hahaha. I FEEL ENERRGYYY. and okeyh guess wad ? i had a sleepness nyt twist &amp;amp; turn on th bed still cnt sleep. Oh this sooo teaches me not to drink redbull too much; high dosage! hahaa, okeey crap. anyway, sorry to victims i just went high yestd. heeheeee. but im an anti-drug ambassador. haha. rly i am. i take medication, not drugs. sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rly dont understand this criminals and stuff. okeyh before i start blabbing i'd better shut myself up. hahaha. or else you'll start falling asleep and maybe even drewling while snoring in front of your monitors. well oh well what can i say. i just cnt shut up. and i havnt been updating much. so so sorry. havnt had the mood to blog much yet. y'know, ive been doing homework and chatchatchat these days, no tym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been staying home with farhanna, hehehe. plus play a little of badminton, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. moodless to blog. hehe, takecare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likeohmygod. i so miss my darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4435683358531381784-1850721592846633874?l=vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1850721592846633874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4435683358531381784&amp;postID=1850721592846633874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/1850721592846633874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/1850721592846633874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabilah Rahman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4LWlxU-Og8/SD1L9nLF-9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dZHc5PKRG0A/S220/DSC01498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4435683358531381784.post-8522511400458617815</id><published>2008-05-30T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:52:23.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i love hanna! HAHAHA :D.&lt;br /&gt;ohh and the kids were sooooo bloody friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwhatever. im like dang bored.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my darl oh darllll D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. kk. story maybe next time?&lt;br /&gt;i have not much time.&lt;br /&gt;ive gotta bathe before my father makes some graceful music yaw !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare(: i love muhdfarhan:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4435683358531381784-8522511400458617815?l=vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8522511400458617815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4435683358531381784&amp;postID=8522511400458617815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/8522511400458617815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/8522511400458617815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/2008/05/helloooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabilah Rahman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4LWlxU-Og8/SD1L9nLF-9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dZHc5PKRG0A/S220/DSC01498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4435683358531381784.post-3756847721144660342</id><published>2008-05-28T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T05:51:08.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. so jyeah, now zee &amp;amp; saj having problems.&lt;br /&gt;siallah. what should i be doing ? yeh zee needs my help. but can i help hym ? sometyms when i feel like helping hym, ive gotta think twice. im preettyy afraid. i mean, it's about hym &amp;amp; saj, what if saj thinks im intefering ? gosh . this is terrible; zee im so sorry but i cant help you ryt now. i dont wanna be blamed if anything happens . I dont want ppl to think that ive got feelings for you or smth, cos i dont ! srsly. i take you as a brother, a true&amp;amp;loyal bestfriend, that's all. so gyeah, all the best in ur love lyf is all i can say. solve things out fast, bro. All the best with maryam, gyeah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry, dude&amp;amp;dudette. im leaving this to you two. i dont wanna be called the kaypoh. if u rly need help&amp;amp;maybe advice, then maybe i'll be there helping. if not, well then, im so sorryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if breaking up is the thing you two want, well oh well. what can i say ? make it ur last resolution, yeh ? =)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's alright. i miss my darling terribly. srsly, i need you, my darling(: without you i rly cant breathe. holidays, gosh, y'won't be able to make it and see me, ryte? well, you'll try, won't u ? I really need you. I tell you, imma hug you really tight once i see you when skewl re-opens ! SAYAAAAANGGGGGG DIA BANYAK BANYAK TAU OKEYH! he's mine =p. hahaa. so dear, you cant expect me to breathe with no air, ryte? cos youre my oxygen, my everything(: when youre alive, i feel alive, i obviously wont wish that you'll be gone, ayye? SAYANG I MISS YOU SO GODDAMN MUCH I'LL HUG YOU(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. kk, see you soon, yeh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep this blog private or i'll kill you, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;KILL YOU; geddat ? hehehee :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4435683358531381784-3756847721144660342?l=vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3756847721144660342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4435683358531381784&amp;postID=3756847721144660342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/3756847721144660342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/3756847721144660342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/2008/05/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabilah Rahman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4LWlxU-Og8/SD1L9nLF-9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dZHc5PKRG0A/S220/DSC01498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4435683358531381784.post-86433658802027013</id><published>2008-05-28T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T05:08:16.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first post</title><content type='html'>hello. nabilah here.&lt;br /&gt;well, if youre invited here means youre special.&lt;br /&gt;special&amp;trusted; y'know that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okiee. takecares byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS this blog is only for my bestest friends.&lt;br /&gt;so get lost if youre alrd lost here. SHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Cos im sharing all my SECRET&amp;amp;PERSONAL stuff here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4435683358531381784-86433658802027013?l=vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/86433658802027013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4435683358531381784&amp;postID=86433658802027013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/86433658802027013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4435683358531381784/posts/default/86433658802027013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vulnerable-soul.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-post.html' title='first post'/><author><name>Nabilah Rahman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4LWlxU-Og8/SD1L9nLF-9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dZHc5PKRG0A/S220/DSC01498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
