<?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-7653485827858073456</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:47:51.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you today, yesterday and every tomorrow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-7570496783273297592</id><published>2010-09-07T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:26:00.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last love ..</title><content type='html'>HEY YOU YES YOU NADZ,&lt;br /&gt;why are you still looking at this blog?&lt;br /&gt;its the wrong blog..its my past &lt;br /&gt;but for now and forever i love you forever!&lt;br /&gt;heee so yeah just know his and takecare&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;for you are my last love . no more , just you and only you&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-7570496783273297592?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/7570496783273297592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=7570496783273297592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/7570496783273297592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/7570496783273297592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-love.html' title='last love ..'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-5162950653060039837</id><published>2009-10-29T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:11:30.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken heart.</title><content type='html'>it hit me like a ton of bricks to my chest&lt;br /&gt;it's something that i never would of guessed&lt;br /&gt;that you would be walking out that door&lt;br /&gt;all the times i shared with you it was the best&lt;br /&gt;i never would of thought you would of left&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna stick around with me anymore&lt;br /&gt;now i, i wish you would of told me&lt;br /&gt;why, instead of just up and leaving before you said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;if you ever love someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever really love somebody&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you lose somebody&lt;br /&gt;this one is for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;for the ones that's feeling all alone&lt;br /&gt;if you ever really love somebody&lt;br /&gt;know how it feels when you lose somebody&lt;br /&gt;this one is for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;for the ones that's feeling all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday it seems like rain is falling down&lt;br /&gt;but nobody ever seems to be around&lt;br /&gt;these pictures are bitter sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;holding my head from pain that doesn't go away&lt;br /&gt;and every morning i see your face baby&lt;br /&gt;cos my mind forgets that you're not here&lt;br /&gt;now i, i wish you would of told me&lt;br /&gt;why, instead of just up and leaving before you said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;if you ever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-5162950653060039837?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/5162950653060039837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=5162950653060039837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/5162950653060039837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/5162950653060039837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-heart.html' title='broken heart.'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-6096088112350377743</id><published>2009-09-13T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T05:24:15.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hard thing about saying goodbye...</title><content type='html'>"I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk to you for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Miss you but I try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;And it's true that you've reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'm right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say bye bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to nurul who just lost her grandma&lt;br /&gt;i noe its hard.&lt;br /&gt;i felt sad when i hear the news..&lt;br /&gt;but nurul lets be strong &lt;br /&gt;i will support you all the way and we will pray for your grandma everyday..&lt;br /&gt;Grandma would want to see the smile on your face nurul....&lt;br /&gt;Nurul , i will always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan Afiq , XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-6096088112350377743?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/6096088112350377743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=6096088112350377743' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-8667189817932006355</id><published>2009-03-11T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:42:14.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Love</title><content type='html'>Dear Ifahh, Nowadays i have figured out that acting like a jerk and being harsh to you is the only way for me to stop loving you even though it hurts so much. Acting harsh towards you will prevent you from smiling.  I dont want to see your smile because i will fall in deep trance when you direct it at me. ... Okayy.. I will be more harsher so that you will really really hate me to the core ifahh, you will wish that i die soon. I will be a jerk to you so that you will avoid me and will not even care about my existence. In this way , I will be less closer to you and we will break our friendship. BUT, everything im doing now is like stabbing my chest with a knife a million times. It hurts alot . it really hurts alot. after every harsh words or actions i gave you, i will fall down on the floor and hold my chest, feeling my heart beating like machine gun. it really hurts a lot.. but since thats the only solution... Then, I have No choice... im sorry..really am.................... I hate you ifahh for making me love you so much...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-8667189817932006355?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/8667189817932006355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=8667189817932006355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8667189817932006355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8667189817932006355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2009/03/hate-love.html' title='Hate Love'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-8594615598938351996</id><published>2009-03-06T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:43:30.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Memories&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to fade&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Should be strong&lt;br /&gt;Moving on&lt;br /&gt;But i see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And i turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you....&lt;br /&gt;I loVE you Ifahh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-8594615598938351996?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/8594615598938351996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=8594615598938351996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8594615598938351996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8594615598938351996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2009/03/memories-supposed-to-fade-whats-wrong.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-3069606883226886872</id><published>2009-03-06T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:23:02.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why??</title><content type='html'>As You Know Im Attached ,&lt;br /&gt;To Humairahh&lt;br /&gt;And Thats Because I want to forget you&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt think it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Every time our eyes met&lt;br /&gt;I felt like arhhhh, Simply said i became crazy&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;im willing to die for you..&lt;br /&gt;Just Now When I saw Sara Under Your Block At Night&lt;br /&gt;HE told Me To go up and meet ya'll&lt;br /&gt;i went lah of course&lt;br /&gt;but before that i was nervous&lt;br /&gt;i called you first&lt;br /&gt;haha, like always , your voice was the soundtrack of my life&lt;br /&gt;and i talk to you even though im nervous&lt;br /&gt;i have to find a reason to meet you&lt;br /&gt;and i say Camp documents and shit&lt;br /&gt;but then i thoght of thanking your mom for the gift&lt;br /&gt;even thouhh i was always shy towards your family&lt;br /&gt;haha, your mom ever jovial, Nazahah And Nazerah Very Cute And Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;Your dad being Funny and Funky like always too..&lt;br /&gt;But You, YOU MELT ME...With Your Smile And Stares..&lt;br /&gt;I try To Avoid All Those , But I cant resist...&lt;br /&gt;Me and Humairah was trying to last long..&lt;br /&gt;and i am really progressing in forgetting you&lt;br /&gt;but then everytime i am close to you&lt;br /&gt;my feeling towards humairahh decreases..&lt;br /&gt;and towards my love accelerates constantly&lt;br /&gt;To think of All The Gfs That I Ever Had&lt;br /&gt;Nabilah, Nisa , Farhanah&lt;br /&gt;All I BREAK UP BECAUSE OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;JUST TOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST YOU BE IN MY LIFE??&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;You have Always became a light on the dark side of me..&lt;br /&gt;Now My Fourth GF, Humairah&lt;br /&gt;We are Really trying to last really long ...&lt;br /&gt;we are always on the verge of separating because i was always thinking of YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;I WAS VER VERY VERY VERY JEALOUS&lt;br /&gt;seeing you with another guy ,&lt;br /&gt;BUT, Like i said , Haiz, If youre happy i happy&lt;br /&gt;okay? &lt;em&gt;I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you're doing, but I can't help it, cause I'm in love with you.... Ifahh I Really Cant Live Without You... ILY..&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;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift Your FAmily Given Us&lt;br /&gt;I will Cherish Forever&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOUR FAMILY IFAHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAZERAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAZAHAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mom'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your DAd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Not Forgetting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are The BEST FAMILY IN MY HEART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YA'LL.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-3069606883226886872?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/3069606883226886872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=3069606883226886872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/3069606883226886872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/3069606883226886872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='Why??'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-8269110709900311201</id><published>2009-01-16T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:43:17.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazifahh</title><content type='html'>She Change MY Life..&lt;br /&gt;She Make ME Gasps For Air&lt;br /&gt;She MAke Me Unusually Crazy..&lt;br /&gt;HEr NAme IS NAzifah&lt;br /&gt;NAzifah Binte Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;I love HEr A Lot Though She Dont Love ME&lt;br /&gt;But All I Want For HErr Is To BE Happy&lt;br /&gt;Even Though Im Not PArt Of HErr Happiness...&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by, life goes on, and all I can think of is why you're gone.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-8269110709900311201?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/8269110709900311201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=8269110709900311201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8269110709900311201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8269110709900311201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2009/01/nona.html' title='Nazifahh'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-3995557887829594262</id><published>2009-01-06T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:42:12.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>I noe you might be reading this.. i just wanna say thank you for making me love you in the past... now i realise we are not meant to be... I decide to move on.... To Forget You...THats All .. THankssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A R H A N .............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-3995557887829594262?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/3995557887829594262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=3995557887829594262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/3995557887829594262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/3995557887829594262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-3721887206759421259</id><published>2008-09-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:00:48.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEr SMile....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/SNyIjSL1jYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2UzBMArhiWU/s1600-h/Image054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250221405365439874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/SNyIjSL1jYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2UzBMArhiWU/s200/Image054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Skool Just NOw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Her Smile....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile Melts My Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Smile Froze My heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Smile mAkes My Heart Explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile makes me wanna sing lullabies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Smile changes my storm to rainbows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile make me so hyperactive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile makes me plunge into the world of imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile is like waves which wash me away into the land of dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Smile sends reverberations down my spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile delivers electromagnetic love waves to my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile gives me oxygen to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Amaze of what her smile can do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BE very Amaze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N Will Live In My Heart Forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOve N..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Her SMILE................................................................... &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/7653485827858073456-3721887206759421259?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/3721887206759421259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=3721887206759421259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/3721887206759421259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/3721887206759421259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2008/09/her-smile.html' title='HEr SMile....'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/SNyIjSL1jYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2UzBMArhiWU/s72-c/Image054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-8640159521162369446</id><published>2008-09-20T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:23:41.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F&amp;N</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/SNXMOvelXUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hnfS1W8gDRE/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248325494405160258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/SNXMOvelXUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hnfS1W8gDRE/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Story So FAr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F Will Always Be Waiting For N Even Though F Knows N Will Never Be His.... N Always Giving F Hope With Smiles That Can Melt F Stony Heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-8640159521162369446?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/8640159521162369446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=8640159521162369446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8640159521162369446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8640159521162369446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2008/09/f.html' title='F&amp;N'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/SNXMOvelXUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hnfS1W8gDRE/s72-c/Image067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-4572753431459452887</id><published>2008-04-30T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:34:29.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Minute I Met You</title><content type='html'>I would like to start off by saying I had everything to do with it,You may think that I lie real well, you can tell that I'm holding it in,Nevermind the time or the spinning of your head,I could tell my life was changing,Since the minute i met you,And if I stop,Ever thinking of you,I'd probably choke on the words I never said,And if I stop,Ever thinking of you,I'd bury my heart and fall back in my bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-4572753431459452887?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/4572753431459452887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=4572753431459452887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/4572753431459452887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/4572753431459452887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2008/04/minute-i-met-you.html' title='The Minute I Met You'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-6570258949860739422</id><published>2008-04-30T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:32:57.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am THe King Of WishfuL ThinKing</title><content type='html'>I don't need to fall at your feetJust cause you cut me to the boneAnd I won't miss the way that you kiss meWe were never carved in stoneAnd If I don't listen to the talk of the townThen maybe I can fool myselfI'll get over you I know I willI'll pretend my ships not sinkingAnd I'll tell myself I'm over youBecause I am the king of wishful thinkingBecause I am the king of wishful thinkingI refuse to give into my bluesThat's not how its gonna beAnd I deny the tears in my eyesI don't wanna let you see, noThat you had made a hole in my heartAnd now I've got to fool myselfI'll get over you I know I willI'll pretend my ships not sinkingAnd I'll tell myself I'm over youBecause I am the king of wishful thinkingI'll get over you I know I willI'll pretend my ships not sinkingAnd I'll tell myself I'm over youBecause I'm the king of wishful thinkingIf I don't listen to the talk of the townThen maybe I can fool myselfI'll get over you I know I willI'll pretend my ships not sinkingAnd I'll tell myself I'm over youBecause I'm the king of wishful thinkingI am the king of wishful thinkingI'll get over you I know I willYou made a whole in my heartBut I won't shed a tear for youI'll be the king of wishful thinking(I'll be the king of wishful)I'll get over you I know I willI'll pretend my hearts still beatingCause I've got no more tears for youI am the king of wishful thinking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-6570258949860739422?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/6570258949860739422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=6570258949860739422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/6570258949860739422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/6570258949860739422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-king-of-wishful-thinking.html' title='I am THe King Of WishfuL ThinKing'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-8551279013588476710</id><published>2008-03-14T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:55:59.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOvE HEr</title><content type='html'>EVERYDAY I THINK OF HER&lt;br /&gt;I WANT HER TO BE MY JANE&lt;br /&gt;BUT I THINK MY EFFORTS WILL BE IN VAIN&lt;br /&gt;ROSES ARE RED, ViOLETS ARE BLUE&lt;br /&gt;OH &lt;a href="mailto:N@$#^%"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:N@$#^%%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N@$#^%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-8551279013588476710?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/8551279013588476710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=8551279013588476710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8551279013588476710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/8551279013588476710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-her.html' title='I LOvE HEr'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653485827858073456.post-4538509196612055135</id><published>2008-02-15T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:38:45.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>HEY2 , THis IS My First Time!!!!!!!!!!!. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Tarzan Will Swing To Your BLog&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;....&lt;em&gt;Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653485827858073456-4538509196612055135?l=hantarzan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/feeds/4538509196612055135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653485827858073456&amp;postID=4538509196612055135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/4538509196612055135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653485827858073456/posts/default/4538509196612055135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantarzan.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>TaRzAn HanZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665015849616894465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9pHp56mBM/TIYFwInNXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v2DB_1tOpjc/S220/Image005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
