<?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-8768062</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:35:31.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pLs duN teLL mE tT u LovE mE...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nvr seems to bore me with their mysterious glare into the night life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; yet they seemed like falling tears when they cascade like waterfalls,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;depicting the scene in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the world full of hopes yet sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;full of mysteries yet jaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;full of laughter yet cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-112394714995201432?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-111838969916736034</id><published>2005-06-10T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:48:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thE foRevEr speLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LikE thE stArS sHininG iN thE skY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ouR fEeLinGs wuN disAppEaR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;evEn iF ouR hAnds bEcoMe seParateD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;two oF uS wuN forGet thiS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yozora ni hoshi ga matataku you ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Toketa kokoro ha hanarenai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tatoe kono te ga hanaretemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Futari ha sore wo wasurenu kagiri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111838969916736034?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111838969916736034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111838969916736034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111838969916736034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111838969916736034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/06/forever-spell.html' title='thE foRevEr speLL'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-111832400171307113</id><published>2005-06-09T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:33:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i paint on the nite sky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the onli dream i hav..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to becomE ur star somedae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lit by the midsummer constellations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we pray together in silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;in our heart of heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;that we may stay together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the Light has come forth now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;inside our hearts.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111832400171307113?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111832400171307113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111832400171307113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111832400171307113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111832400171307113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-paint-on-nite-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-111770119949543329</id><published>2005-06-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:35:02.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The loneliness that remains after we part&lt;br /&gt;hurts as much now as it did back then&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll be able to meet again tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just don't want to leave your side&lt;br /&gt;Hold me softly in your arms, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, but I would give everything,&lt;br /&gt;to safeguard this bliss we have now, forever&lt;br /&gt;The constellations of a summer night sky envelop us in their light&lt;br /&gt;We join our voices in song, softly, softlyI'll teach you a secret word, just for you alone&lt;br /&gt;Hey, let's bind our love in a charm together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We walk home, along the path we always take, our hands together, our fingers entwined, we never part&lt;br /&gt;If only we could stay like this forever, if only time would stand still, but time slips aways, slowly, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;The dreams I sketch upon the night sky paint out just a single picture:&lt;br /&gt;That one day, I'd become a star for you&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whenever I look upon your gentle eyes, somehow, I can't stop the tears from welling&lt;br /&gt;I've never known such sorrow, such pain before but...&lt;br /&gt;..I love you&lt;br /&gt;The constellations of a summer night sky envelop us in their light&lt;br /&gt;The two of us in silent prayer&lt;br /&gt;That we might remain, just like this, together,with our passionate feelings, forever&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, the light springs forth into being, within both of our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111770119949543329?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111770119949543329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111770119949543329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111770119949543329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111770119949543329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/06/loneliness-that-remains-after-we-part.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-111270774403303280</id><published>2005-04-05T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:38:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You've always hidden your weak side, pretending to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;even on the days most painful, you'd look up and smile&lt;br /&gt;The dreams we saw as children, that resounded within our hearts, were waiting just beyond that door&lt;br /&gt;Oh alabaster angels, dancing as your descend - ride the wings of the coming wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You shine so much brighter now - so leap, to the highest places far away&lt;br /&gt;Within this wide world, if you'll always be by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll find the strength to go on, even if darkness should consume me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in the days that we'd argue and laugh, until we couldn't go on any more&lt;br /&gt;Oh alabaster angels, dancing as you descend - on our journey, on this long and winding road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hold your hands up to the clear night sky - for I'll always care for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh alabaster angels, dancing as you descend - face the dazzling sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The courage within your crystal clear eyes'll be a potent, unshakeable Power&lt;br /&gt;Oh alabaster angels, dancing as you descend - Ride the wings of the coming wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You shine so much brighter now - go forth, to much, much more wonderful times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111270774403303280?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111270774403303280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111270774403303280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the same word again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;it beats around my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;beats my heart too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;beats me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;y is there suCh a thing in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;torture u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;bless u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hurt u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hmmx... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;izzit gd or izzit bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i ponder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;when will it be my tuRn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;to get a taste of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;bitter...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;souR...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;spiCy...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sweet...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;feeling.......?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;nVr guessed someone like me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so stubborn.. so head-strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;will hav such a dilemma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;stubborn as i can be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i m soft hearted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;strong as i can seem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i m terribly weak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;falling in love duN seem real to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;nVR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;nvr ever real to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;is this jus a facade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;an illusion..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;dArn it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;y m i in this situation?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;where i cant even make my own decision?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i cried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;weak as i can be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;teaRs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;wat do they reflect exactly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my sorrows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my helplessness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my dilemma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WHAT EXACTLY DO THEY REFLECT?!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT R THEY TRYING TO SHOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111079779165995004?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111079779165995004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111079779165995004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111079779165995004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111079779165995004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/03/poem-by-me-entitled-dilemma.html' title='poEm by mE~!!! entitled : diLeMMa....'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-111000421648320631</id><published>2005-03-05T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:30:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>igNitEd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When those soft fingers reach in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Only now, only you, won't that be all you can believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is breaking down, searching too long for a wish&lt;br /&gt;You�re looking for a place where you can land&lt;br /&gt;Wounded, unable to stop shaking&lt;br /&gt;If these murmuring feelings are indeed our reality�&lt;br /&gt;We break each other down till we can't even move&lt;br /&gt;Our solitary wings overlapped,&lt;br /&gt;We've not encountered the light;&lt;br /&gt;Reveal the glare this age gives off&lt;br /&gt;With eyes filled with sadness, with each kiss&lt;br /&gt;Growing greater, growing softer, I felt I'd be protected&lt;br /&gt;A heart without even one thing to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;En route to solitude, there is a world losing sight&lt;br /&gt;Things that can change grow frightening&lt;br /&gt;In the deep pulsation that lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Painted in the exchanged flames, I can see eternity&lt;br /&gt;We break each other down till we can't even move&lt;br /&gt;Our solitary wings overlapped,&lt;br /&gt;We've not encountered the light,&lt;br /&gt;Only the glare this age gives off&lt;br /&gt;I don't fear the power to change&lt;br /&gt;In the deep pulsation that lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Painted in the exchanged flames&lt;br /&gt;Carry out your destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111000421648320631?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111000421648320631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111000421648320631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000421648320631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000421648320631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/03/ignited.html' title='igNitEd'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-111000413045267164</id><published>2005-03-05T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:28:50.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeLiEvE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Unable to find any words, I instinctively reached out to touch your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;And you, without saying anything, coldly broke free&lt;br /&gt;Because of a trivial misunderstanding, our young love is giving way&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see such a sad face&lt;br /&gt;Even though your dream may be dissolving, just don't abandon that smile&lt;br /&gt;It's what keeps my own heart glowing&lt;br /&gt;We swore one day to build the future with our own hands&lt;br /&gt;At any cost, on this planet, no matter where on it you are&lt;br /&gt;And now the two of us stand with pained eyes and glances diverted,&lt;br /&gt;But I believe we'll be able to meet again&lt;br /&gt;The starry sky we used to gaze up at together, where so much light streamed through&lt;br /&gt;All the memories of that still won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;If you really listen for it, you'll begin to hear that phrase&lt;br /&gt;in the melody of the flute that was played&lt;br /&gt;And behind the sky, in the tomorrow my heart depicts,&lt;br /&gt;In that same place, I'll be right by your side once more&lt;br /&gt;Surely we'll be together from now on, plunging ahead through these days&lt;br /&gt;Because there could be a meaning to all of this after all&lt;br /&gt;We swore one day to build the future with our own hands&lt;br /&gt;At any cost, on this planet, no matter where on it you are&lt;br /&gt;And behind the sky, in the tomorrow my heart depicts,&lt;br /&gt;In that same place, I'll be right by your side once more&lt;br /&gt;Now the two of us stand with pained eyes and glances diverted,&lt;br /&gt;But I believe we'll be able to meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111000413045267164?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111000413045267164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111000413045267164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000413045267164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000413045267164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/03/believe.html' title='BeLiEvE'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-111000408937694379</id><published>2005-03-05T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:28:09.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meteoR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They touch, although with icy fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Illuminated by the frozen moon&lt;br /&gt;My flawed heart still embraces the night, even as it burns out&lt;br /&gt;That feeling that glittered off in the distance for a split-second - If it's love, I'll try for that vision&lt;br /&gt;The light is freed and falls through the sky, sacrificing its warmth only for hope&lt;br /&gt;The flame that's born of dying starts burns on in this, my final dream&lt;br /&gt;If the sin that falls and covers everything turns to kindness, and if a thorn could become a smile&lt;br /&gt;Like the unheard scream of a flower before it falls&lt;br /&gt;The pain that searches for the fragility of a prayer stirs the period when the two of us met&lt;br /&gt;The grief and the light are swallowed up by the waves, and in the midst of all this pain, you awaken&lt;br /&gt;This bond that could be created because we were hurt is beginning to paint over the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Pouring my life into this; with whatever wings you have left - I'm begging you, please wrap me up in them&lt;br /&gt;The light again falls though the sky, sacrificing its warmth only for hope&lt;br /&gt;This mistake caves in and comes to an end, and my final dream continues on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111000408937694379?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111000408937694379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111000408937694379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000408937694379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000408937694379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/03/meteor.html' title='meteoR'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-111000404169000358</id><published>2005-03-05T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:27:21.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiNd thE way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Why do you, with your small hands,&lt;br /&gt;try to carry all these wounds on your back?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't for any one person's sake, please don't lose sight of that&lt;br /&gt;Why am I, while hesitating,&lt;br /&gt;unable to escape?&lt;br /&gt;What I hope for is the sun, the sun to light the way...&lt;br /&gt;Find the way&lt;br /&gt;Though in this glowing cosmos our hands can't quite reach&lt;br /&gt;We depend on only our resounding love&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the path we've traveled we'll find the light&lt;br /&gt;You'll find the way&lt;br /&gt;You said, "I had a long dream...&lt;br /&gt;It was a very sad dream,&lt;br /&gt;but what I saw wasn't one bit clouded..."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "It's okay to cry,&lt;br /&gt;because I'll stay by your side no matter what."&lt;br /&gt;What I wish for is a hand, a hand to reach up to me...&lt;br /&gt;Find the way&lt;br /&gt;Even without words, even without wings to fly on&lt;br /&gt;As long as we stand our ground in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Even if we're the first ones afflicted with this pain...&lt;br /&gt;Giving an answer surely isn't everything&lt;br /&gt;I'll be patient, it's all right, and so are you...&lt;br /&gt;Find the way&lt;br /&gt;Though in this glowing cosmos our hands can't quite reach&lt;br /&gt;We depend on only our resounding love&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the path we've traveled we'll find the light&lt;br /&gt;Find the way&lt;br /&gt;Even without words, even without wings to fly on&lt;br /&gt;As long as we stand our ground in the wind&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the path we've traveled we finally saw the light...&lt;br /&gt;You'll find the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111000404169000358?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111000404169000358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111000404169000358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000404169000358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000404169000358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/03/find-way.html' title='fiNd thE way'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-111000401516935093</id><published>2005-03-05T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:26:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Everyone, while wandering, is looking for an answer&lt;br /&gt;If we were together, even time could be under our control&lt;br /&gt;or so I thought back then&lt;br /&gt;Instead time flows on, even the colors of the sky have changed,&lt;br /&gt;and our hearts passed right on by each other&lt;br /&gt;In the never-ending course of the seasons,&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be nice if we could freeze time at that one moment?&lt;br /&gt;The two of us, while still wandering,&lt;br /&gt;are searching for love in the far corners of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;What color is the sky right now where you are? As it is I can't ask again&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to forget the important things in life, my heart becomes a little confused&lt;br /&gt;Within our dazzling galaxy,&lt;br /&gt;your heart is drawing in and approaching me&lt;br /&gt;The two of us are just looking up at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;and in this moment, the colors of the sky are all blending together&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself forget the important things in life&lt;br /&gt;A heart that knows no impurity&lt;br /&gt;In the never-ending course of the seasons,&lt;br /&gt;an hour will come when this planet will vanish into nothing&lt;br /&gt;and all the things in my heart will be restored to zero&lt;br /&gt;as I stare on with only the eyes of a boy&lt;br /&gt;But for now we're together again, and toward the end of that dream&lt;br /&gt;we start walking, hand in hand, never letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111000401516935093?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111000401516935093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111000401516935093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000401516935093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000401516935093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/03/everyone-while-wandering-is-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-111000397680450339</id><published>2005-03-05T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:26:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReaSoN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The further we are apart, the nearer I feel you are.&lt;br /&gt;Even my loneliness turns into strength... when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;In a time where streets, people and dreams change,&lt;br /&gt;I could only oppose them.&lt;br /&gt;I still did not realize,&lt;br /&gt;That there are things that can't be conveyed even with words.&lt;br /&gt;My lost dreams of wanting to hold you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;For them, you said "Don't give up!"&lt;br /&gt;The further we are apart, the nearer I feel you are.&lt;br /&gt;Even my loneliness turns into strength... when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that pierces the gentle chest, that's a fragment of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;The miracle that is our chanced meeting, believe in it once more.&lt;br /&gt;In the days without you, I've stopped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Moving" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But now I am walking out of here.&lt;br /&gt;All the coincidences we shared, certainly&lt;br /&gt;They all have their meanings.&lt;br /&gt;When our dreams comes true one by one, and we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;The coincidences become destiny[*].&lt;br /&gt;If even the torn promises can change into vows,&lt;br /&gt;Can we also change back to the two of us from the time we met at that place?&lt;br /&gt;The dear faces that resemble "kindness".&lt;br /&gt;I can see with my eyes closed, I know you are here and holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't see the astrayed answers tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I carry the truth known as "today" in order to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;The further we are apart, the nearer I feel you are.&lt;br /&gt;Even my loneliness turns into strength... when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that pierces the gentle chest, that's a fragment of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;As it is, the miracle that is our chanced meeting, believe in it once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-111000397680450339?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/111000397680450339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=111000397680450339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000397680450339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/111000397680450339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/03/reason.html' title='ReaSoN'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110986023497145349</id><published>2005-03-03T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:30:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fields of hopE</title><content type='html'>Beneath a veil so cold,&lt;br /&gt;You deeply sleep, all alone&lt;br /&gt;The melody of prayer; on the lonely fields,&lt;br /&gt;a little light shined&lt;br /&gt;I watched as you dreamed&lt;br /&gt;You laughed like a child&lt;br /&gt;So dear, and yet so far -&lt;br /&gt;That is the promise of our future&lt;br /&gt;That one day, on a green morning,&lt;br /&gt;One day, we will make it there&lt;br /&gt;Because in this wintered sky&lt;br /&gt;We still believe&lt;br /&gt;Fields of Hope&lt;br /&gt;On the day we were born, we were embraced&lt;br /&gt;And now we search for those gentle hands again&lt;br /&gt;The melody of prayer; one vanishes,&lt;br /&gt;And all begins again; a powerless, painful continuation&lt;br /&gt;One day, to that green morning,&lt;br /&gt;We'll cross through all these nights&lt;br /&gt;Because that is the place each one of us searches for&lt;br /&gt;Now, within my own heart,&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;So dear, and yet so far -&lt;br /&gt;In the name of peace&lt;br /&gt;Fields of Hope&lt;br /&gt;So dear, and yet so far -&lt;br /&gt;The fields of promise&lt;br /&gt;Fields of Hope&lt;br /&gt;Fields of Hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110986023497145349?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110986023497145349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110986023497145349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110986023497145349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110986023497145349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/03/fields-of-hope.html' title='Fields of hopE'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110899998172724945</id><published>2005-02-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:33:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;u r e onE.... controlling my life.. is this rite? or is this wrong? haix... sad sad.. sad... sad........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110899998172724945?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110899998172724945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110899998172724945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110899998172724945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110899998172724945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/02/u-r-e-one.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110899984924525937</id><published>2005-02-21T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:30:49.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haix...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;pH... u dun seem to love me.. thou i've given u my whole heart... when will u ever say u love mE?? haix... sad sad... sad sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'm sick n tired.. injured n dying... can i still survive in this cruel world... can i still love u??? haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110899984924525937?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110899984924525937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110899984924525937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110899984924525937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110899984924525937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/02/haix.html' title='haix...'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110899832809709272</id><published>2005-02-21T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:05:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yEs... i m in love with ya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm in love.. hehe.. in love in love... can u believe it?! hahax... crazy in love.. pH.. i love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110899832809709272?l=blurpr.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110707209815102918</id><published>2005-01-30T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:01:38.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;我可以牵着你的手永远不放开吗? 我对你的爱难道你不知道吗？我为你掉的眼泪难道你没感觉到吗？好希望..好希望..我爱你你也爱我!! 当我里去你会哭泣吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110707209815102918?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110707209815102918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110707209815102918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110707209815102918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110707209815102918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110706680970119641</id><published>2005-01-30T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T14:33:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yesterday... i went to see junaidy off.. he's going back to indonesia n den in 2006 he gonna go somewhere else to study le... haix... this is so sad loHx... althou we dun tok muCh de.. but he's still my pri sch friend... somemore ahx.. haix.. he was the 1st guy to sit beside me when i was in pri 5 when i first came to anderson pri... he's a niCe guy loh.. but dunno now still nice a not.. haix.. but his grandma cried when we were going off... haix... i was so touched till i wanna cry too.. but din cry... haix... but it was so sad lohx....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;den har... somemore.. when i reach j8 taking 53 there, i saw cat high scouts... darn it.. damn it... cat high scouts again.. walau so suay rite? somemore they knock it down there.. hahax.. at bus interchange.. den har... i went into j8 to shop for a while loh.. den decided to go thomson plaza to do hw.. den har.. omG...!!!!! when i walk to the interchange.. i saw 3 cat high ventures... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oNE WAS PH!!!!! OMG!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff99;"&gt;i was so shocked den duNno wat to do.. cos he was taking 410 den i also wanna take 410.. but den i told myself.. mux pretend nth happen den i walk to take the next coming 410... den on the 410.. i cried... i cant help it.. i realised tt i love him deeply... i still do... haix.. somemore when i was so luan.. i took the wrong 410.. i shd hav taken pH tt 410.. but insted took the one which went to the scouts hq.. den take one big big round b4 going to thomson plaza.. thank goodness it still reached thomson plaza... tt nite... i was so luan.. i cried n i cried..  i upset till my stomach upset.. haix.. haix... den har.. i realised tt... no matter how hard i try.. its no use de.. no use at all.. haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110706680970119641?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110706680970119641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110706680970119641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110706680970119641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110706680970119641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/01/omg.html' title='OMG!!!!!'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110683643545222884</id><published>2005-01-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:33:55.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is wat i sent to pH on 22 sep 2004...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a poem by me n onli me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;if i can try again,&lt;br /&gt;If i can ask for a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;will you turn your head?&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back?&lt;br /&gt;Will you forgive?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;No doubt,&lt;br /&gt;i have to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;Since the day you went away,&lt;br /&gt;since the day you let me alone,&lt;br /&gt;in this loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;in this agony,&lt;br /&gt;in this pain,&lt;br /&gt;That i could no longer stop thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;every moment,&lt;br /&gt;every minute,&lt;br /&gt;every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i tried to let u go,&lt;br /&gt;i tried to forget u.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how hard i try,&lt;br /&gt;i jus cant seem to get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to love to hate is onLi a line away..&lt;br /&gt;do u noe tt the more u love e person,&lt;br /&gt;it means tt the more u hate e person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've got no right to say&lt;br /&gt;the sentence i always wanted to say..&lt;br /&gt;up till today...&lt;br /&gt;i still haven say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;u left me...&lt;br /&gt;alonE in the darkness...&lt;br /&gt;everything was pitch black..&lt;br /&gt;i cLd see nth..&lt;br /&gt;is love really blinD?&lt;br /&gt;i've tried searching my way out...&lt;br /&gt;i saw a glimpse of light...&lt;br /&gt;jus a little bit..&lt;br /&gt;struggling..&lt;br /&gt;i clim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt; to the light..&lt;br /&gt;reaching out for sunshine..&lt;br /&gt;a hand held out to me..&lt;br /&gt;i grab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; it...&lt;br /&gt;without a second tot..&lt;br /&gt;thinking tt i'll be jus fine..&lt;br /&gt;the hand gave me warmth..&lt;br /&gt;everything i wanted..&lt;br /&gt;pulled me up when i was down...&lt;br /&gt;clapped for me when i was happy..&lt;br /&gt;i tot this will be the true one taking care of me...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to make up my miNd..&lt;br /&gt;n proMise him the promise he deserves..&lt;br /&gt;YEs..&lt;br /&gt;i did....&lt;br /&gt;but my heart wondered..&lt;br /&gt;did i do the correct thing?&lt;br /&gt;if i think i did..&lt;br /&gt;den y is my heart stopping n hesitating me?&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;zhuzhu was rite...&lt;br /&gt;i nVr gave u up...&lt;br /&gt;even though i claimed i haV..&lt;br /&gt;every moment..&lt;br /&gt;i tot of u..&lt;br /&gt;missed u..&lt;br /&gt;tot of the things we did when we were together..&lt;br /&gt;uR smile..&lt;br /&gt;brightened up my days...&lt;br /&gt;uR laughter..&lt;br /&gt;brought joy to my life...&lt;br /&gt;thinking abt the past n looking at now..&lt;br /&gt;i dun deny..&lt;br /&gt;i cried..&lt;br /&gt;again n again..&lt;br /&gt;my tears...&lt;br /&gt;jus flow like warm droplets of dew..&lt;br /&gt;every drop carries my tots n feelings..&lt;br /&gt;every drop...&lt;br /&gt;hit the ground...&lt;br /&gt;like coins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;as heavy as my heart...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna forget u n be wif tt guy..&lt;br /&gt;he really loves me a lot i know..&lt;br /&gt;but.. haiz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i jus cant forget u..&lt;br /&gt;acnt erase u outta my head every moment...&lt;br /&gt;i know i may not be a nice gal or watsoever..&lt;br /&gt;butu really didnt tell me the reason for giving me up...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i really wanna know....&lt;br /&gt;even if its too late...&lt;br /&gt;life's so vulnerable...&lt;br /&gt;i'll nVr noe when i may get a heart attack n jus die..&lt;br /&gt;so pLs tell me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110683643545222884?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110683643545222884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110683643545222884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110683643545222884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110683643545222884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/01/looking-back.html' title='looking back.... '/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110682843874395427</id><published>2005-01-27T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:20:38.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cherry blossom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bloom and fall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;even as you watch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so it is with all those who quickly become no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;how bitter it is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;that all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;you can do is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wait and wait and wait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;even if all feelings inside of me are like scenes from the dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;everything disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;people, words and even feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110682843874395427?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110682843874395427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110682843874395427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110682843874395427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110682843874395427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/01/flowers-of-cherry-blossom-bloom-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110629506122169493</id><published>2005-01-21T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:11:01.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/Perak20040140.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/Perak20040140.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110629506122169493?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110629506122169493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110629506122169493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629506122169493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629506122169493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110629466901725291</id><published>2005-01-21T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:04:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;The Last Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;How can I say I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;When I know that you don't care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Now that I have done you wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;How can I say these feelings that I share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I cannot say I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or that I really truly care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Cause my words would mean as much to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As a layer of thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;How can I say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Must I face my worst fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Must I lose all of these feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;That I hold so near?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;How can I let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Of a love that was so true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;How can I forget these feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;That I still hold for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Why can't I say good-bye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Even when I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To think that these feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Could last forever long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But I guess it's really over.I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;'m left alone and so sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yet I still think of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And all the times we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We can sort this all through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But until then, my dearest love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'll say one last "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110629466901725291?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110629466901725291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110629466901725291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629466901725291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629466901725291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-goodbye-how-can-i-say-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110629411498833184</id><published>2005-01-21T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T15:55:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Want You Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;you were always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;always by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;I guess I couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;with out you I just can't abide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;those times I loved the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;were just talking with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who would've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and all I can do is think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I loved it when you held me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all safe and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I felt no harm could touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in your strong protecting arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;but then I messed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I really don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;with you I broke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;and now I am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all I want, is a second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I understand that's not easy to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;even if you won't give me a glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I want you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110629411498833184?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110629411498833184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110629411498833184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629411498833184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629411498833184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-want-you-back-you-were-always-there.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110629342763859895</id><published>2005-01-21T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T15:45:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't Tell Me You Love Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Don't tell me you love me if you are not sincere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;For a lie that s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;trong can ruin my life and bring on a new fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Fear to be loved, fear to love ever again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;It can cause my fragile heart to break, tear and bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Think of all in life that will be missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;because of one small broken promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, when I put all of my trust deep within you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Please don't tell me you love me, unless you truly do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110629342763859895?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110629342763859895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110629342763859895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629342763859895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629342763859895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-tell-me-you-love-me-dont-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110629324962909603</id><published>2005-01-21T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T15:40:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;That Lonely Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your lonely flower has blossomed for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your lonely flower that only you saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The lonely flower that you watered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The lonely flower everyone else called a weed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You took your time and stooped down to care for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friends tried to pull you away but you stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I believe in you, flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you’d whisper into his rose- petal ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well now your lonely flower has blossomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now your flower is lovely for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110629324962909603?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110629324962909603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110629324962909603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629324962909603'/><link rel='self' 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my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when no one else is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're the one I can always count on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You always seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You help me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the tough times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and when I've lost all hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You cry with me at sad times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and laugh at all my jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You never seem to judge me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;or ever put me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You put a smile on my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When ever you see a frown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're better than a brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're more than just my boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You have a special place in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's why your my Best Friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;dedicated to my best friend zhuzhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110629314281008700?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-8768062.post-110629314828687548</id><published>2005-01-21T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T15:39:08.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who's by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when no one else is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're the one I can always count on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You always seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You help me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the tough times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and when I've lost all hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You cry with me at sad times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and laugh at all my jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You never seem to judge me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;or ever put me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You put a smile on my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When ever you see a frown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're better than a brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're more than just my boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You have a special place in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's why your my Best Friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;dedicated to my best friend zhuzhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110629314828687548?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110629314828687548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110629314828687548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110629314828687548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But when I got to know you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I let my heart unbend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I couldn't help past memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;that would only make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I had to forget my first love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and give love another try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I've fallen in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and I'll never let you goI love you more than anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just had to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And if you ever wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't know what I'll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I'll never stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;each and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My feelings for you will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just know my feelings are true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just remember one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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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-8768062.post-110433679283415705</id><published>2004-12-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:13:12.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really love the verse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or&lt;br /&gt;because Tree didn't ask her to stay".  &lt;/span&gt;If you fall for somebody don't&lt;br /&gt;pretend that it didn't matter.  Love is something that can't you can afford&lt;br /&gt;to have mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.  Quickly tell your love, you love him/her so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees.  Overtime&lt;br /&gt;I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my&lt;br /&gt;watercolors painting.  I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U.  There's one&lt;br /&gt;gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her.  She doesn't have a pretty&lt;br /&gt;face, doesn't have a good figure, doesn't have outstanding charm. &lt;br /&gt;She is just a very ordinary gal.&lt;br /&gt;I like her.  I really like her.  Like her innocent, like her frankness.&lt;br /&gt;Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility.  Reason for not&lt;br /&gt;going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a&lt;br /&gt;good match for me.  I'm also afraid that after we are together all the good&lt;br /&gt;feelings will vanish.  I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her.  I&lt;br /&gt;felt that if she's my gal, she will be mine ultimately &amp; I don't have to&lt;br /&gt;give up everything just for her.  The last reason, made her accompany me for&lt;br /&gt;3 years.  She watch me chase after gals, and I have make her heart cry for 3&lt;br /&gt;years.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be a good actress and I'm a very demanding director.  When I&lt;br /&gt;kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us.  She was embarrassed but smile&lt;br /&gt;&amp; say "Go on!" before running off.  The next day, her eyes was swollen like&lt;br /&gt;a walnut.  I purposely didn't want to think about what causes her to cry but&lt;br /&gt;laugh at her the whole day.  When everybody go back home, she was alone !&lt;br /&gt;cryi ng in the classroom.  She didn't know that I returned from soccer&lt;br /&gt;training to get something.  I watch her cry for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;My 4th girlfriend didn't like her.  There was once when both of them&lt;br /&gt;quarreled.  I know that based on her character she's not the type that will&lt;br /&gt;start off the quarrel.  But I still sided with my girlfriend.  I shouted at&lt;br /&gt;her and her eyes was filled shocked.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care about her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The next day, she still laugh &amp; joke with me like nothing has ever happened.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know that she's very hurt but she didn't&lt;br /&gt;know that my heart ache is as bad as hers.&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out.  After going out&lt;br /&gt;for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her.  She told me that&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, she has something to tell me too.  I told her about my break&lt;br /&gt;up and she told me about her getting together.&lt;br /&gt;I know whose the guy.  He&lt;br /&gt;has been going after her for quite a while.  A very cute guy full of energy,&lt;br /&gt;lively and interesting.  His pursuit for her has been the talk of the&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;I can't show her my heart ache but could only smile &amp; congratulate her.&lt;br /&gt;When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can't stand it.  It's&lt;br /&gt;like a heavy weighted stone on my chest.  I couldn't breath.  Wanted to&lt;br /&gt;shout but can't.  Tears rolled down &amp; I broke down &amp;amp; cry.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;her presence too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;During graduation, I read a sms in my hp.  It was send 10 days ago when I&lt;br /&gt;broke down and cry.  I haven't read it since then.  It says "Leaf departure&lt;br /&gt;is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;During Pre-U days, I like to collect leav! es.  ; Why?  Because I felt that for&lt;br /&gt;a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot&lt;br /&gt;of courage.  During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a&lt;br /&gt;guy.   Not BGR kind but as buddy kind.  But when he had his 1st girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;The sourness in&lt;br /&gt;the heart can't be describe by using a lemon.  It's like 100 rotten sour&lt;br /&gt;lemon.  Sourness to the extreme limit.  They were only together for 2 mths.&lt;br /&gt;When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness.  But after a mth,&lt;br /&gt;he got together with another gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him &amp; I know he like me.  But why won't he pursue me?  Since he love&lt;br /&gt;me why he doesn't want to make the first move?  Whenever he had a new&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend, my heart would hurt.  Time after time, my heart was hurt.  I&lt;br /&gt;begin to suspect that this is a one sided love.  If he don't like he, why&lt;br /&gt;does he treat me so well.&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond what you will normally do for a&lt;br /&gt;friend.  Liking a person is very heart wrenching.  I can know his likes, his&lt;br /&gt;habits.  But his feelings towards me I can never figure out.  You can't&lt;br /&gt;expect me a gal to ask him right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I still want to be by his side.  Care for him, accompany him,&lt;br /&gt;love him.  Hoping that one fine day, he will come &amp; love me.  It's like&lt;br /&gt;waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms. I know&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me.  Because of this, I&lt;br /&gt;waited for him.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 years were the hardest to go through &amp; I really want&lt;br /&gt;to give up.  Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting.  The pain and&lt;br /&gt;hurt, the dilemma accompany me for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly.  From outright rejection to a p! oint in&lt;br /&gt;time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my&lt;br /&gt;heart.  He's like a warm &amp; gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the&lt;br /&gt;tree.  In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a small&lt;br /&gt;footing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt; I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave&lt;br /&gt;far away &amp; better land.  Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile &amp;&lt;br /&gt;didn't ask me to stay.  Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or&lt;br /&gt;because Tree didn't ask her to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;Because I like a gal called leaf.  Because she's so dependent on tree so I&lt;br /&gt;have to be a gust wind.  A wind that will blow her away.  When I first met&lt;br /&gt;her, it was 1 mth after I transfer to the new school.  I saw a petite person&lt;br /&gt;looking at my seniors &amp; me playing soccer.  During ECA time, she will always&lt;br /&gt;be sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;Be it alone or with her friends looking at him.  When he&lt;br /&gt;talks with gals there's jealousy in her eyes.  When he looked at her,&lt;br /&gt;there's a smile in her eyes.  Looking at her became my habit.  Just like she&lt;br /&gt;likes to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;One day, she didn't appear.  I felt something amissed.  I can't explain the&lt;br /&gt;feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness.  The senior was also not there as&lt;br /&gt;well.  I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding&lt;br /&gt;her.  Tears were in her eyes while he left.  The next day, I saw her at her&lt;br /&gt;usual place, looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and smiled to her.  Took out a&lt;br /&gt;note &amp; gave to her.  She was surprised.  She looked at me, smiled &amp; accept&lt;br /&gt;the note.  The next day, she appeared &amp; pass me a note and left.&lt;br /&gt;"Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that leaf heart is too heavy.  It because leaf never want to leave the&lt;br /&gt;tree&lt;br /&gt;I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&amp; accept my presents &amp;amp; phone calls.  I know that the person she loves is not&lt;br /&gt;me.  But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me.&lt;br /&gt;Within 4 mths, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times.  Every&lt;br /&gt;time, she will divert away from the topic.  But I never give up.  If I&lt;br /&gt;decide I want her to b&lt;br /&gt;be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her&lt;br /&gt;over.  I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her.&lt;br /&gt;Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that she will agree to me my girlfriend.  I didn't hear any reply&lt;br /&gt;from her over the phone.  I asked "what are you doing?  How come you didn't&lt;br /&gt;want to reply?"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm nodding my head".  "Ah?"  I couldn't believe&lt;br /&gt;my ears.  "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly.  I hang up the phone,&lt;br /&gt;quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp; press her door bell.&lt;br /&gt;During the moment when she opens the door.&lt;br /&gt;I hugged her tightly.  Leaf&lt;br /&gt;departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this story is so meaningful... n think it does apply a lot.. the tree... did not cherish the leaf at all.. tot the leaf will always be waiting for him.... the leaf... shd be moRe brave wat... go 表白 to the tree wat... den har.. wind ah wind.. if u can really treat the leaf gd... den i think she shd belong to u....... wat do u ppl think???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110433679283415705?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110433679283415705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/nicholas%20bdae%20009edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/nicholas%20bdae%20009edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my caring cousin... he so ncie de loh.. hugged me a few yrs ago in snow city when i felt very cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110425096634799522?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110425096634799522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110425096634799522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/nicholas%20bdae%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god bro nicholas's bdae.. can see me? hahax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110407838328829047?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110407838328829047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110407838328829047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110407838328829047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110407838328829047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-god-bro-nicholass-bdae.html' 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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-8768062.post-110382476948950762</id><published>2004-12-24T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:59:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/anime02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/anime02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be happie!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110382476948950762?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110382476948950762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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be as sweet as her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110382459421857387?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110382459421857387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110382459421857387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110382459421857387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110382459421857387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/12/she-so-sweet-rite-hahax.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110382451584337933</id><published>2004-12-24T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:55:15.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/5658195311855l.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/5658195311855l.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wat i call a perfect guy... hahax.. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110382451584337933?l=blurpr.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-8768062.post-110382438043222420</id><published>2004-12-24T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:53:00.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/TOHEART_03.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/TOHEART_03.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i can nvr hug u again... this is jus a dream.. but.. i do cherish the times i had with u....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110382438043222420?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110382438043222420/comments/default' title='Post 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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-8768062.post-110382405395611484</id><published>2004-12-24T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:47:33.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/LOVEHINA_D.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/LOVEHINA_D.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute rite? hahax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110382405395611484?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110382405395611484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/CCSAKURA_03.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/CCSAKURA_03.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is jus like me n maoying.. so close... may we be friends forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110382382351420186?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110382382351420186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110382382351420186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110382382351420186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my sis.. my parents.. my grandparents.. maoying.. sally.. kiangpin.. pris.. jess.. all the zh scouts n guides.. all the tkd ppl.. ken.. qianxiang.. the sec 1 camp committee.. all my friends n relatives.. n lastly.. pH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110382374790333627?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110382374790333627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110382374790333627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110382374790333627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110382374790333627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-xmas-to-zhuzhu.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110382348433696971</id><published>2004-12-24T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:38:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/Love_Hina-023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/Love_Hina-023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meRRy X'mAs to everyonE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;written on 22nd dec 2004 =&gt; still developing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;today went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; with yongshun... national treasure... its so damn nice lohx... so nice so nice.. thanx yongshun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;haix.. coME to sad part le.. haix... tmr is 23rd liao.. haix... remembering last yr 23rd dec... haix.... haix haix haix haix haix haix..... is the 1st time i met him... i can still remember.. its at shaw house.. orchard there... den hor.. can still remember.. tt day... i went out with chongsheng.. my cousin.. he rarely ask me out de... den tt was the 1st tiMe i went out with him loHx!!!! den hor... hmmz.. watched lord of the rings 3.... thou i wasnt sitting beside him... thou tt time i also not interested in him... it remains in my memory.. deeply.... den... i also can remember... a few days later... i chat with him on msn... den alex... the 1st guy i like... he cheater lahx.. played with my feelings... den he... exactly tt time... sent me an email.. den it was so sad.. cos he confessed everything on how he cheated em.. n how he already got a gf le... okie... darn it... this is the 1st guy i like lahx... duNno is infactuation oR not... den i told pH.... den i crieD.... dunNo y... he was there for me.... n i also dunno y.. i slowly fell for him le... den later... we went into a relationship.... but hoR... frankly speaking... we nVr had any date b4 de... nvr... everytime is i go his sch or house there wait for him... den walk him to his house... aiyo.. ppl scold me for this loHx.. haix... den har... got another guy when i went out with my cousin for movie... he's called jeremy.. a ricH n erm quite cute guy... okie.... it was a weird thing... cos when i was in relationship with pH rite... den pH always cold to me de.. den nVr take initiative de... den hoR... i called jeremy n chat with him sometimes... btw.. tt was long long ago.... den hoR.... always called jeremy up to ask for help for a maths cos he's the onli one who can help me... pH nvr like me to call him de.... den tts y i called jeremy lahx... actually.. this whole thing was my fault lahx.. cos i was kinda close with jeremy cos always tok to him wat... den one day... he biao bai to me... den i was like... wth.... den cos my relationship with pH was kinda bad... den jeremy asked me......... erm... ya lahx... den har... so kinda broke up with pH loh.. tt time was abt march i think or feb? cant remember.. den har... onli went out with tt jeremy for onCE tt was on valentines... eh... it shd be feb den... hmmz... he weird weird de... jus onli caught a movie har.. den he after the movie hoR... he erm act weird le... the next day... his gf called me n told me tt she was his gf... den tt he gonna reconcil with her.. n she called him to break up with me.. hahax.. this kinda thing also will happen... den i was pissed lahx... pls loh.. i got my own zi zun xing de... den break jiu break lahx... idiot!! felt cheated again... den hor... i cried onli for tt day... aaron was there to pei me... hmmz... btw... aaron's my tkd friend... he so cute de... budden... flirty lahx... anyways... hmmz... den a few days later.... i patched up with pH liao... hmmz.. i also duNno y lahx... but haix... i really do hope tt things will change.... but den... haix... things din change much.. thou he claimed tt he love me.... but... did he really love me? haix... haix.... i did so much for him loHx... u noe.. u noe... yes i noe... haix... i waited for him outside his sch loHx... for hours... den jus to see him for 15 mins? smt there lahx... den i send him hoME... haix... a few times le.. i've trieD so hard to see hiM loHx... hmmz... did he appreciate it? haix... duNno... maybe he din... haix... den hor.. on 18 june 2004.... onE mth b4 my bdae... haix.... broke my heart completely... i noe lahx.. its my fault for being unreasonable... but.. haix... forget it.. its my fault manx..... my fault... haix.. since then.. i'm crying every nite bcos of him... i've tried really hard to win his heart back.. but its no use.. haix... jus futile... haix... izzit bcos i din try hard enough? but... haix... i really tried very very very hard loHx... anyways... on his bdae eve.. his bdae is 10 oct lahx... i got 2 exams on the next day.. i can remember... is chi n maths... den har.. i folded stars for him... i went to buy so many star paper to get the blue n white one.. his fav colours... den har... i went to ps with zhuzhu to buy bottle n tt leafy hp thingy... den har... hmmz... i went to library with dixon n robin... supposed to study.. den i erm... frm there i ran to popular to buy stars cos no more blue n white le... den har... when i m supposed to study.. i was busy folding stars... aiyo... to rush for 2pm the time he claimed tt he's supposed to end sch... den i rush to his house there... waited for like erm.. 3 hrs for him... den he finally smsed me n say he ended sch.. haix.... den har.. even b4 tt.. he refused to see me loh.. i wanna give him present muz beg him somemore... gosh.. where's my zi zun xing???!!!! darn it... i like so stupid lidat... den hor.. see him onli har.. i feel so happie loh.. like flying to mars le... shoot into the sky... den har.. my heart beat damn fast.. den i like so pai seh lidat... den he onli said thanx to me... den i said ur welcome.. den he asked me abt my exams.. i said damn lousy lahx... den he sa y nvm still got next yr.... well.. i dun deny tt i was really delighted to see him lah... hahax... den har.. hmmx.. dunno whether he'll throw away my 101 stars n tt leaf thingy... haix... stupid rite? argh... anyways.. haix.. i've done so much for him... but i shdnt say tt much.. cos i did tt willingly... well... haix.. since he's not happie with me den forget it loh... i know i really tried my best le... i've waited for 6 mths for him liao... but its already after his o levels.. n yet... he still rejected me.. i noe... it muz be my fault.. he said i was too possessive... too obstinate.. n he felt restricted when he was with me... n he dun like tt feeling.. haix.. i always tot tt when u really love tt person.. u'll do watever thing for tt person de wat... u'll compromise... i tot when 2 ppl r together.. it shd be mutually compromising de loh... haix... haix.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;idiot me! idiot me! y muz i fall into this abyess? y cant i get out of this bloody pit? i onli wanan be happie.. tts my onLi wish... y cant anyonE fulfil my wish???? everytime i fell for soemonE... its not tt i dun love him deep enough loh... i gave my whole heart to him le...! its jus tt... y wun things work out? m i nto gd enough for anyone?? m i not... haix... arGh.. arGh!!!! i onli wanna be happie... izzit tt impossible?! i've cried long enough.. i've waited long enough.. m i supposed to be tortured lidat?? is this world really unfair.. when u really loved someone deeply... its alrite if he din reciprocate ur love for him... but... y muz i get so torture? y muz i fall so deep? y? y? y?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i onli wan to love the guy whom i love... izzit tt difficult?! izzit?! gosh... i tot i've found my true love.. n i gave him my whole heart... haix.. m i wrong? m i wrong? haix.. haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;how i wish someday i can really let go of him n carry on with life... its not as thou i cant live without him k.. i m independent de lohx... i always do wat i wan.. i follow my heart... tts the guiding light.. but now... wat i see is nth... onli darkness.. not even a glimpse of light... where's my guiding light? where is the way out? haix... can anyone catch my hand n pull me up or out?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the story continues... haix... so sad manx... den har... i always tried to win his heart back... i really really tried very very very hard lohx.. i tried so hard.. haix... zhuzhu noes... yongshun noes.. yongjun noes... maoying noes... haix... really... i've nvR trieD so hard for anythign b4...  i really love him with all my heart... deeply... u can say i stupid.. foolish also can.. but i really love him to the extent tt i'll do anything for him except.... u noE wat........ erM.. yahx... darn it.. haix... i m so so so sad everyday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;on christmas eve.. i called him n asked if it was impossible btw us... he said yEs... n my heart bROke... shattered into pieces... den cannot piece back le.. sob sob sob.. this is so so so so sad... haix.. depressing.. forlorn... darn it... haix... den late at nite.. he smsed me n asked me... wat if oNE day he realise he still hav feeligns for me... will i accept him? i was like... erM.. wth.. haix... i said i will if i still love him.. haix... is this false hopE or wat.... haix.. so sad manx.. but i really do love him... n its a lot a lot... i've given my whole heart le.. where is the love?! haix... haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110372959339528654?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110372959339528654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110372959339528654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110372959339528654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tell me anyhow the colours den wanan go off le.. lazy pig... kaox... den hor... all the budgetign i do myself de loh!! den hor... she always miss meeting de... the worst thing is har... when it coems to urgent stuff... i called her... so many times hAr... she slping de loh.. is always lehx... kao... slp slp slp... dun wake up lahx... den somemore hung on me when i called her hp... kao... den everything i do again... this is so guo fen loh... call herself a cl when she's pushing the responsibility.. i m so pissed.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110364666431985868?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110364666431985868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/christmas.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/christmas.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas... alone in the cold.. .will i freeze to death? will someone ever find me in this wilderness? even if i'm dead... wld anyone know tt i m dead???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110347599084376227?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110347599084376227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110347599084376227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-8768062.post-110347578749457194</id><published>2004-12-20T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T01:03:07.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/perak%20trip%202004%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/perak%20trip%202004%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the piC at tt erm cave there lahx.. in perak... me yilyn n zaiton... thou my shorts dun suit my shirt hahax..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110347578749457194?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;the 6 of us... friends forever!!! till the end of timE... (i upload b4 loh... dunno y dun hav.. nvm.. upload again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110347551454921488?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110347551454921488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110347551454921488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110347551454921488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110347551454921488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/12/6-of-us.html' 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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-8768062.post-110311802199577921</id><published>2004-12-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:40:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my msg to pH on 15 dec 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yox... long time no see n no chat le... how hav u been... i noe tt u n zhuzhu kinda smsed... n okie lahx... i m sorrie... for scolding u... i tot...... haix... nvm... i din noe u will mind... anyways... i noe its impossible between us le... haix... in a relationship.. u need 2 hands to clap... no matter how one hand clap... if the other hand dun wanna clap... no sound de.... so wun work out... so i noe... no matter how hard i try.... no matter how much effort i put in... its no use de.... haix... i cant believe it... failure in relationships... haix... too bad so sad... but dun think tt i cant live without a guy.. erM... i mean except my dad lahx... i can be independent... n i m reliable too... this yr.. i've learnt lotsa things le.. thru camps, courses, everyday life, interaction with ppl n many many more... i can say tt this yr is a yr full of so many ups n downs... u made me happie... u made me sad... perhaps.. its all fated ba... haix... fate ahx... aiyo.. this is sure stupid loh... i always think tt when u wanna achieve smt... as jane goodall said... u muz try try try n try n nvr nvr nvr nvr give up.... i can tell u frm the bottom of my heart how hard i've tried... i really really tried very hard lohx... maybe u duNno onLi lahx... or u will most prob think i m exaggerating... anyways... maybe u wun even read this msg... or perhaps jus ignore it... u hor... aiyo... haix.. i cant blame u... its my own fault... cos tts the rd i've chosen.... i may not be gd enough for u... but i can tell u tt.... i m one special gal to myself.... coem to think of it.. i still du nunderstand y u rejected me... thou u did gave me some reasons which did not ans my qn... i noe i hav flaws in me... noone is perfect.... well... same old saying... take it or leave it... since u dun wanna take it... oh manx... make me sound so erm.... haix... haix... nvm... anyways... hope u do find ur correct gal one day..... tatax....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*i dun expect him to reply... n i still got lots to say... haix... perhaps... it'll be my last msg to him le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110311802199577921?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110311802199577921/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110311778727829249</id><published>2004-12-15T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:36:27.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>july... tts me n zhuzhu n yongjun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JULY~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Difficult to fathom and to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed.&lt;br /&gt;Has reputation.&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled.&lt;br /&gt;Honest.&lt;br /&gt;Concern about people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Approachable.&lt;br /&gt;Very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable and temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;Moody and easily hurt.Witty and sarky.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;Neither forgives nor forgets.&lt;br /&gt;Caring and loving.&lt;br /&gt;Strong sense of sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;Judge people through observations.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Always broods about the past and the old friends.&lt;br /&gt;Likes to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Waits for friends.&lt;br /&gt;Not aggressive unless provoked.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt and takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;Overly concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Puts in effort in work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so true loh!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110311778727829249?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110311778727829249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/pr%20and%20kpedited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n kp... lovely sky rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110250628386658846?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110250628386658846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110250628386658846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110250628386658846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110250628386658846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-n-kp.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110250622790970608</id><published>2004-12-08T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:43:47.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/Card_captor_sakura-006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/Card_captor_sakura-006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is jus so beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110250622790970608?l=blurpr.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-8768062.post-110250594639705994</id><published>2004-12-08T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:39:06.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If only u noe, how i feel for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;If u only lived for me, the way i live for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'll be in heaven... my dreams would come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cause all i've ever wanted is you- and u alonE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and i love u so muCh than u could ever noe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;all i've ever wanted is u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110250594639705994?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110250594639705994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110250594639705994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110250594639705994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110250594639705994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/12/if-only-u-noe-how-i-feel-for-u-if-u.html' 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href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/friends%20forever%20bbq%202004%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/friends%20forever%20bbq%202004%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mAoyiNg n mE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110191242500528560?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110191242500528560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110191242500528560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110191242500528560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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love this pic too... haix.. to bad.. oNE persoN not there... but still... we r friends forever!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110174914613615614?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110174914613615614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110174914613615614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110174914613615614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110174914613615614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-manx_30.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110174904140747224</id><published>2004-11-30T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:24:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/friends%20forever%20bbq%202004%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/friends%20forever%20bbq%202004%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice background rite? hahax.. we r at east coast parK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110174904140747224?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110174904140747224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110174904140747224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110174904140747224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110174904140747224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/nice-background-rite-hahax.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110174690624965303</id><published>2004-11-30T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:48:26.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/friends%20forever%20bbq%202004%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/friends%20forever%20bbq%202004%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the time of my life... all 6 of uS together... at east coast park.... 29 nov 2004... till we meet again next yR.... friends forever n ever n ever n ever!!!!!!!! LoVE all of YA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110174690624965303?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110174690624965303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110174690624965303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110174690624965303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110174690624965303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-is-time-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110148417339827471</id><published>2004-11-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:49:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/work%20attachment%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/work%20attachment%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this uncLe.. kept asking me... hav i eaten already? hahax... den i kept telling haim later lahx... later den say... hahax... he so worried loh... abt my fooD... hahax..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110148417339827471?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110148417339827471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110148417339827471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148417339827471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148417339827471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-uncle.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110148366734831472</id><published>2004-11-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:41:07.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/py%20n%20me!%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/py%20n%20me!%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yEAh!!! sisters we shall be.. till the enD of tiMe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110148366734831472?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110148366734831472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110148366734831472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148366734831472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148366734831472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-yeah-sisters-we-shall-be.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110148360805578979</id><published>2004-11-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:40:08.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/py%20n%20me!%20019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/py%20n%20me!%20019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u!!! who ah? oF couRse my muM.. my dAd.. my sis... n my family members!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110148360805578979?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110148360805578979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110148360805578979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148360805578979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148360805578979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-love-u-who-ah-of-course-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110148351606483898</id><published>2004-11-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:38:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/py%20n%20me!%20012edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/py%20n%20me!%20012edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n peiying!!! u noE wat... we roX!!! hahax...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110148351606483898?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110148351606483898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110148351606483898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148351606483898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148351606483898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-n-peiying-u-noe-wat.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110148345467060720</id><published>2004-11-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:37:34.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/work%20attachment%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/work%20attachment%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work attachment... we roX!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110148345467060720?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110148345467060720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110148345467060720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148345467060720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148345467060720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/work-attachment_26.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110148333285104261</id><published>2004-11-26T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:35:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/work%20attachment%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/work%20attachment%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh manx... this 2 aunties... i'm so close with them... suRe miss theM de.. sob sob~~~ get well sooN wo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110148333285104261?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110148333285104261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110148333285104261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148333285104261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148333285104261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-manx.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110148327673900822</id><published>2004-11-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:34:36.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/work%20attachment%20016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/work%20attachment%20016.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work attachment.. this is the uncle who likes to tok very long de... his stories so real... but guess wat... he got ErM... mental proB... but nice chatting with him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110148327673900822?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110148327673900822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110148327673900822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148327673900822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148327673900822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/work-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110148309281128001</id><published>2004-11-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:31:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/perak%20trip%202004%20046.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/perak%20trip%202004%20046.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the ghostly bunglow we stayed in perak... guess wat... its SCARY~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110148309281128001?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110148309281128001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110148309281128001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148309281128001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110148309281128001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-ghostly-bunglow-we-stayed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110140381730443863</id><published>2004-11-26T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T01:49:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a brand new me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey!!! yox... yo yo yo...!!! hahax.. today haR.. oH manX... rox like siAo.. hahax... 1stly went all by myself to south east cdc to collect my invitatioN!!! hahax... den later went back to toa payoh polyclinic to work.. today like so slack.. oNLi eRm.. hahax... trying to keep 2 of the dementia patients fRm escaping away.. they r always trying to escape... hahax.... they r so cute.. den kept walking here n there... say they wanna go downstairs walk walk.. wow.. so li hai find jie kou ahx... den later haR.. i went out with my mum n sis.. hahax.. brought them to eRm.. marina square.. n guess wat.. i bought 2 skirtS!!!!!!!! hahax... well... imagine pEironG in a skirt.. hahahahahaha..... den later hOR.. we went to suntec.. den the fountain there.. WOW!!! so romantic loH... n so niCe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;today... i've made up my minD... i'll be independent.. look after myself den my parents... i'll grow up... i'll laugh fRm my heart... give the smile tt'll melt everyonE's hearT!!! i believe tt oNE day.. i'll fiND someoNE... maybe noT lahx... hahax.. forget abT this part... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;yongjun... this is dedicated to yA.. bon voyage for uR malacca trip!!!!!!! muz miss me wo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110140381730443863?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110140381730443863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110140381730443863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110140381730443863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110140381730443863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/brand-new-me.html' title='a brand new me!!!!'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110122009688506016</id><published>2004-11-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:28:16.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/sad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/sad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad... oh manx... i m so sad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110122009688506016?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110122009688506016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110122009688506016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110122009688506016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110122009688506016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/sad-sad-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110121961247291907</id><published>2004-11-23T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:20:12.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejected... ditched??? oH... liFe juS suX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;haix... today also sad sad de... somemore fell terribly sick... juS woke up onLi.... sneeze n sneeze non-stop.. horrible rite? ya loH.. haix... so sad.. so sad... den i forced myself to go to worK... muz hav responsiblity wat... yupx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;den at work... i work in toa payoh hospital(polyclinic) care giving services... my job's to ENTERTAIN the elderly there... hahax.. give them my fullest care, love, concern, commitment, encouragement and support... well... this is a tough joB u noE... coS its kinda harD to perfect my communication skills n interpersonal skills... hahax.. well... at first it was kinDa awkwarD lehx.. den noW.. still a bit better... i'll post my reflections some other tiME.. noW lazy to tyPE... well.. anyways... its a gD experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;today.. i criEd again.. for e samE guy.. haix.. is i sux or he sux ah? haix.. izzit i pei bu shang ta? oH manx... is like so humiliatinG loHx... oH manx.. as though i caRE&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ccffff;"&gt;well... yS kept saying i'm lying to myself... m i? m i? maybe i m lahx... but... haix... i also duNno.. my miND is so luAn noW... noonE can understanD me... haiXx!!! idiot me... i've turNEd so siAo noW... like a crazy gal... where's the happie me? where's the cheerful n cute me?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;            CAN ANYONE SAVE ME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110121961247291907?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110121961247291907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110121961247291907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110121961247291907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110121961247291907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/rejected-ditched-oh-life-jus-sux.html' title='rejected... ditched??? oH... liFe juS suX!'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110109030765759989</id><published>2004-11-22T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T10:25:07.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oH manx.... i m so so so sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i've loved deeply.... hated deepl... shd i hate oR shD i love noW&gt;? in such a terrible contradicting stupid idotic mooD now! i hate myself foR falling for such a guy like him... he hurt me.... hurt me to the extent tt i 'm immuned to it... yeT i still feel the pain... every nite... teArs flooded my pillow... lost in the rain of my own tears.. but they cant wash away my pain n fear... hoW? how? how? hoW? HOW?!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;he said he's not my type... Or did he meant i'm not his type?! tell me?! haixx..... oH manx.... sick sick... idiot! i'm so bLoody obsessed with tt guy.... idiot! idioT mE! haix.... i've crieD for him day n nite... does tt mean... i'm oNLi tryinG to dehydrate myself?! i DunNO!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can u take some time off n tink wat do u really want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im seriously not ur type.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;these worDs... huRt me likE siAo... oH manx... can u see pieces oF my heaRt falling ouT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i think he meant i'm seriously not his typE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haix.... oKie... i'm so piSseD oFf with myself!!!&lt;br /&gt; can someone jus kill me? so tt i can get away fRm this paiN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110109030765759989?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110109030765759989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110109030765759989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110109030765759989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110109030765759989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-manx-i-m-so-so-so-sad.html' title='oH manx.... i m so so so sad...'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110105585293518826</id><published>2004-11-22T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:50:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tHouSanD miLes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Making my way downtown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Walking fast Faces passed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And I'm home bound&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Staring blankly ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just making my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Making my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hrough the crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I could fall Into the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you think time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Would pass me by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A thousand miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I could Just see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;It's always times like these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;If you ever  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;'Cause everything's so wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;And I don't belong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Living in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Precious memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;'Cause I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;If I could fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Into the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Do you think time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Would pass me by '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cause you know I'd walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;A thousand miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;If I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't want to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Drown in your memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't want to let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Making my way downtown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Walking fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Faces passed A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;nd I'm home bound&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Staring blankly ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Just making my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Making my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Through the crowd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I still need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I still miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And now I wonder.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If I could fall Into the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Do you think time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Would pass us by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A thousand miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If I could Just see you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I could fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Into the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do you think time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would pass me by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A thousand miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just hold you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110105585293518826?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110105585293518826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110105585293518826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110105585293518826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110105585293518826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/thousand-miles.html' title='a tHouSanD miLes'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110058852258148687</id><published>2004-11-16T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T15:02:02.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/seashore%20gals%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/seashore%20gals%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sEasHore gaLs... we RoX!!! fRieNx FoReveR!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110058852258148687?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110058852258148687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110058852258148687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110058852258148687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110058852258148687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/seashore-gals.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-110058819840137347</id><published>2004-11-16T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T14:56:38.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yoz!!! well.... i'm going off tonite le... at 1130... nervous siA.. last nite packed till 12 pLus... den so blur le... everything also dunNo wat i doinG.. hahax.... comical loh.... hahax.... den the bag i jus bought... wah... so biG siA... hahax.... den cost 166... so ex loh... hahax.... den i tried to squeeze everything inside.... haha.... so useful loh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;goinG off tonite le... but i promised yS to come back in oNe pieCe... n i'm a man of my worD... i WILL come back in oNE piece... erM.. maybe with a little injuries... wun die de rite? hahax... den erM... muz come back so i can work wat... haha.... in toa payoh hospital... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PeRak.... HERE I COME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;everyoNe take carE hoR!!! i'll be praying for all oF yA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;may the stars bless all oF yA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;gD luck to shingyee.. koR... zhansenG.. chongsheng... pH... n aLL e seC 4s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;加油！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;大家好好保重喔!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thAnX weiqiang.. koR... yongjun... yongshun... kiangpin.. maoyinG....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i really appreciate all uR kiNDness n coNcerN.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;taKE caRE... foR i caRE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whEn u wisH uPon a staR... drEamZ wiLL takE u faR......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110058819840137347?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110058819840137347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110058819840137347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110058819840137347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110058819840137347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/yoz-well.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110036595878793497</id><published>2004-11-14T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T01:15:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;你这样伤害我的心。。。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;一切都太迟了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;天底下的人都是坏人。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;我恨你！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;我恨你···&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;我恨你···&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;从今天起。。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;我再也不会在跟你说话!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i hate u to the coRe!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110036595878793497?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110036595878793497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110036595878793497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110036595878793497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110036595878793497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-u-to-core.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110036468755023168</id><published>2004-11-14T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T00:51:27.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thiNk oF u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I'm down and all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When nothing seems to matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I lose my hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I'm sad and confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When it all gets turned around and 'round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't seem to reach for solid ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When everything I've believed in seems untrue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I have to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think of you and it's gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Like you chase away the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Making it all okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think of you and I'm strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I know I can go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's like you set me free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When life gets the best of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now I know what love means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And whatever life may hold for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Through the fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Through the rain I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CoS there's nothing I can't bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Knowing that you will be there If I fall I won't break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Through it all I'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cos all I have to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think of you and it's gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Like you chase away the storm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Making it all okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think of you and I'm strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I know I can go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's like you set me free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When life gets the best of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And when I think I'm all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't see the way to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lost in the rain of my own tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To wash away the pain and fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think of you and it's gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like you chase away the storm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Making it all okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think of you and I'm strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I know I can go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's like you set me free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When life gets the best of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For the good times and the bad times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CoS you know you get the best of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110036468755023168?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110036468755023168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110036468755023168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110036468755023168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110036468755023168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-think-of-u.html' title='i thiNk oF u'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110036382675245145</id><published>2004-11-14T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T00:37:06.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate u!!! i hate u!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate u!!! i hate u!!!! i hate pH!!!! he suX he suX he suX!!!! i hate him to e coRe!!! forever...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oLd flame will NVR reignite!! love fades away with time... NTH is eternal... NTH!!!! let alone loVE!!!!!! i'LL nVR love anyoNE again!!! NVR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110036382675245145?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110036382675245145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110036382675245145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110036382675245145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110036382675245145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-u-i-hate-u.html' title='i hate u!!! i hate u!!!!'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-110025679325859922</id><published>2004-11-12T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:53:13.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haix... life.... suX so much for me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;haix... life... suCh a bothersome thingy... wats life to me? i duNno... zhuzhu... greaT... we 闹翻 le... den pH... great... he 瞧不起我... haix.... greaT..... well.... say i got negative self esteem... said... i dislike ppl with negative self esteem.. pls lohz.... toking abt self esteem.... i've got more of tt den anyone else... is onLi u duNno lohz.... wat u can do.. i can do... wat u cant do... i maybe can do too loh!!!! duN 瞧不起我!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;zhuzhu... to think he's my best friend... oh manx... now i really wonder... if he really is my best friend.... izznt a best friend supposed to be by uR side everytime n try to help? but haiX... y is this not so?! zhuzhu ah.. haix... we 闹翻 le... i duN like anyone in this worLd le...!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;arGh... haix... everyone jus dunno how i really feel... think i'm onli trying to be unreasonable n try to catch attention... haix... okie... if everyone thinks this way... den i cant say anything le... haix... u all all lidat de... dun even wanna put urself into my shoes n think... haix... everyone jus think tt i'm sulking cos i'm having some trival prob... den come tell me i'm not the onLi one who has prob... also got a lot of ppL hav prob... pLs loh... as though i duNno... haix... nVM... onE day.. when i finally bid farewell to this world... maybe u'll realise it.... yUpz.... haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haix... got a lot of ppL duNno y i m so bloody sad... well.... my sis... idiotic sis.. horrible sis.. i hate her!!!! she so idiotic de... everytime purposely come disturb me.. say she wanna disturb me coS i disturb her.. haix... but is bCos she tok so loud on phone... tts y wat... haix... den hoR.. somemore.. she say b4 this... "i see u angry i very happie... u die i'll be even happier.. intoxicated in fact..." see... so bad de.. her heart... make of chacoal izziT? haix... den everytime so ruDe n surly to everyonE... esp me.... PURPOSELY ONE...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;today hoR.. early in e morninG... i cant stand it le... ran to some remote place in sch..... actually is behind the guys toilet at the classroom block there... den i sat under e tree... den started crying.. noN-stop... haix... den cry n cry n cry... den kiangpin came... oH manx... u noE wat... she is such a nice n true friend.. willing to 付出所有的友情.. n its deep down frm her heart.... gals like her.. so rare le... hmmz... maybe shD introduce her to some nice guys.... well.... where was i... yUp... den she came.. sat beside me... den i continued crying... she told me not to cry.. but i carried on... tears wat... like running tap... den hoR.. she sat there the whole morning... silently.. but i appreciate it.. oh manx... i love kiangpin... she rocks.... so nice... so sweet... so NICE!!! well... during recess also sat alone n cried... haix... this time noone was there for me.. well... somemore hOR... haix.. chem prac tt time... so titration.... den diXon say i stupid... lousy onE.... duNno how to titrate... haix... den say all aorts of harsh stuff to me.. i almost cried u nOE... coS oNCE in chem prac... electroplating... den they all dao me... den i din do anything cos they dun wanna let me do anything.. i ask them also they ignored me..... haix... i wanNa cry le.... haix... haix.... always lidat one.... duNNo him lahx... haix... so BAD...... i DUN LIKE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;well.... stop here for nOw... but got onE happie thiNG happen today... i got my proficiency badges le... den also my total defence bronZe badge... first aider badge... emergency helper badge... reader badge n friends to animals badge... also hOR... jus now... i was staring n looking at a little bird... think its injured.... den i so worried... till i stood there for like 1 hr... still very fuNny... it din wannA move much... haix... den later i wanna touch her... den she flew away le... but can she she's injurEd... i so worried nOW... goNNa pray for her... pRAy for her safety... otherwise i cant slp today le... hope she's fiNE.... i tried calling for help but noone available loh... haix... poor thinG.. if onLi my house can allow birDs... i surely take back hoME n take care of it till its wel... haix... jiA yoU little biRd!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-110025679325859922?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/110025679325859922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=110025679325859922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110025679325859922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/110025679325859922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/haix-life-sux-so-much-for-me.html' title='haix... life.... suX so much for me....'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-109957252809324914</id><published>2004-11-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T20:48:48.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/210848.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/210848.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinderella... i love her... she so sweet.. so kind... beautiful... graceful... oh manx... love her... hahax... well... a dream tt u wish... will come true.... i hope me dreams do come true.. n find my prince charming.. haha... buildinG castles in the air again le.. hahax....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109957252809324914?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109957252809324914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109957252809324914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109957252809324914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109957252809324914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/cinderella.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-109957205110755211</id><published>2004-11-04T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T20:43:48.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iZzit lame oR wat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yozx... to myself.. hahax... well.. today so tired lohz... chiong the whole day... morning chionG phy tys qns... den afternoon chiong a maths... so tired loHz... the whole day... so busy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;anyways... today also my appointment.... den went NHC again... den waited like so lonG.. den caught a glimpse of the doC.... she wore black today... den i told my mum... surely is she not in good mood de.... hahax... but den so weird loHx... when we went in.. she somemore smiled.... somemore more amiable den the last time i saw her... well... anyways... she said i'm alrite... CAN U BELIEVE IT?!?!?!?!?! she said I'M ALRITE!!!! oh manx... except my bicuspid valve in my heart is lonGer... den she say i can do EVERYTHING I WAN.... EVERYTHING... no restrictions... hahhahahhahhahhHAHAHHAhHhahahahHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAHAHahHAHHAha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so happie... white water raftinG.... here i come... snow camping... here i come!!! hahax... tkD... here i come too.. somemore... VENTURE... here i come le.... hahax.... den hoR... she said i needa go for checkup every yR... duNno for wat lahx... but anyways... hmmz... maybe i'm not gonna diE so sooN... oh manx.. tts so SAD~~~~~ coS yS will haV to bear with my unreasonableness n stubborness... hahax....so ke lian... muz be so sad abt it... hahax... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but den... think abt it... i was sent to hospital A&amp;E department for nTh.... x-ray for nTH... den bLood tests so many times for nTh... den also echocardiogram n treadmill for nth... stupid de... haix.... den made my parents n relatives n friends so worried... kao... haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tts it for today le.. still needa chiong my hw... haix... lots of it... phy tys so many qns.. den a maths... hahax... i jus chiong finish... den got bio... 4 essay qns... 10 marks each.. still got (a) n (b) de... den hOR.... got chi... onE ??... den ?? 57 ??.. den got ???????.. haix.. so much lohz... den biO... mR yEo say he giving uS hint... dun wanna shock us too muCh.. he said... "Expect holiday hW"... oh manx.. sure all essay qnS.... haix.. so sad... nVm.. i muz be hardworkinG... cannot lose to guys...! esp ouyang hongyi... he so dao.. so mcp... dun like him... photocopier... sporty nerD... arGh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways... wish ppL who r taking uR Os gD luck n all the bast... esp pH... koR... shingyee... zhanseng.. n everyone i noe... hahax... ?????! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gD nite to every...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sweet dreamz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dun let the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; bugs bite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den fall off the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; hor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dun kick away the blanket hoR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dun catch a cold hoR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dun hav nitemares hOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dun slpwalk hoR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dun knock uR head hoR....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahahax... well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;candie dreams... tatax... ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109957205110755211?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109957205110755211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109957205110755211' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109957205110755211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109957205110755211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/izzit-lame-or-wat.html' title='iZzit lame oR wat?'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-109941345436372010</id><published>2004-11-03T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:37:34.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/wall_ccs_lisakuracard.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/wall_ccs_lisakuracard.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've maDe uP my mind.... to love the one whom i really love... foLLow my heart... not my minD.... jiA yoU!!! n gD luck to everyoNe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109941345436372010?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109941345436372010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109941345436372010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109941345436372010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109941345436372010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-made-up-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-109941311221049262</id><published>2004-11-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:31:52.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/10039757.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/10039757.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waNna live in a world of my own.. a world where there is no sadness... onLi love, happiness, friendship n kinship.... totally NO hatred, jealousy, sadness n depression.... an Utopia.... a wonderful creation of my own... a world where the water in the river flows non-stop... jus like the everlasting love n happiness...... this is my world... the world of my own.... without worries, without tears(except for tears of joy) without hatred...... i believe... i shall be happie one day.... i BELIEVE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109941311221049262?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109941311221049262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109941311221049262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109941311221049262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109941311221049262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-wanna-live-in-world-of-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-109941283516371570</id><published>2004-11-03T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:27:15.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/CardCaptorSakura4_jpg.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/CardCaptorSakura4_jpg.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oNe day... i believe tt i can smile as happie as her.. smile the bottom oF my heart.... the true smile... i believe.... i'll persevere... NVR GIVE UP!!!! thAnx pH n zhuzhu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109941283516371570?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109941283516371570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109941283516371570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109941283516371570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109941283516371570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-109932147611977355</id><published>2004-11-01T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:04:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/Card_captor_sakura-016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/Card_captor_sakura-016.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the middle of no where... lost in my world.. or perhaps izzit ur world? will i be able to find my way soon? or remain lost... FOREVER.... unTiL the enD oF tiME..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109932147611977355?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109932147611977355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109932147611977355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109932147611977355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109932147611977355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-in-middle-of-no-where.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-109931933617314657</id><published>2004-11-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:31:58.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz.... oH manx.. i feel so bad.. helpless... helpless.. helpless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;haiz... today also no mooD to write... conditions worsen.. relationships worsen.. everythiNG jus turned haywire.. serves me rite... its my own fault... haiz... huo gai.... i m an idiot.. bad bad gal.... everyonE.. jus hate me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;我好想哭。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;好想好想。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;好想好像。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;把心里的一切烦恼都抛开。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;我真的不想伤害你的。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;对不起。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;我很抱歉。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;不过。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;现在已经太迟了。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;我知道。。。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;我明白。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;你一定恨死我了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;但我不要求什么。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;只要你把我忘记。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;快快乐乐地过你的日子。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;不要为了一株不起眼的树。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;放弃一阵片树林。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;天涯何处无芳草。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;我相信。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;终有一天。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;你一定会找到幸福的！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109931933617314657?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109931933617314657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109931933617314657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109931933617314657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109931933617314657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/haiz-oh-manx-i-feel-so-bad-helpless.html' title='haiz.... oH manx.. i feel so bad.. helpless... helpless.. helpless...'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-109931850583629746</id><published>2004-11-01T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:15:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/Sakura_Night_Sky.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/Sakura_Night_Sky.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iN this quiet nite.. as i look into the sky.. the stars.. so bright.. so clear... shinning at me.. i thinK of u.. who u r to me? deep in tots... i cant figure out... but still.. i wish upon the stars... hope tt everything will tuRn out gD for u.... eVen iF u wun appreciate it... i'll still be praying for u... hoping.. not for u to come back to me.. but to wish for uR happiness, safety n gD luck... the stars... how bright they r... but yet how distant they r.... so neAr... yet so faR... its like my heart.... so deep yet so  confused...... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109931850583629746?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109931850583629746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109931850583629746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109931850583629746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109931850583629746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-this-quiet-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-109931792130101532</id><published>2004-11-01T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:05:21.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/TOHEART_03.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/TOHEART_03.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... how i wish someonE can juS take me away frM this cruel n sad world.... how i wish someone can be there for me... how i wish... how i wish... haiz.... how i wish my probs will juS go away... drift away as far as possible... i dun wannA get hurt.... neither do i wan anyone to get hurt.... haiz.... its so saddening... haiz... depressed... oh... can anyone save me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109931792130101532?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109931792130101532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109931792130101532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109931792130101532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109931792130101532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/haiz_01.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-109931681813979668</id><published>2004-11-01T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:49:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/10111920.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/10111920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;haiz.. this may be a dReam... but i waNna get maRRied onE day.. take wedding piCs in sentosa... hav everything underwater... but.. i noE this dream'll nVR come true.. no matter wat.. it jus wun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109931681813979668?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109931681813979668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109931681813979668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109931681813979668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109931681813979668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/11/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-109923417466889483</id><published>2004-10-31T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:49:34.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/CCSAKURA_27.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/CCSAKURA_27.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaVes... theY meaN a loT to me... well... to me... leaves r the closest thinG.... they give me warmth... love... sorrow... everything... the story oF leaVEs... wasnt it meaningfuL? iF oNLi onE day.... onE day............................. i wish tt the leaf will coME baCk to the tree.... the tree's waiting.. while the winD.... has it stop yet???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109923417466889483?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109923417466889483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109923417466889483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109923417466889483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109923417466889483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/10/leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768062.post-109923085286687699</id><published>2004-10-31T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:54:12.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/640/s4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/2082/320/s4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... i misS u.... ?????...????????... will i eVeR gEt a cHaNce??? haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109923085286687699?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109923085286687699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109923085286687699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109923085286687699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109923085286687699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/10/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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-8768062.post-109921677980306622</id><published>2004-10-31T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T18:03:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiSs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wat is a kiss?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mere acquaintance of lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;or meeting soulmates,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;aching for more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;How is a kiss?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;delicate sips,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;or hot-blooded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;full-throated roar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;why is a kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;for lust or for love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;for reme&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;nce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;for healing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;for sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;where is a kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;not in Heaven above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but on earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;with no thought for the morrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;whose is a kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a many-branched thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;for a lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a parent,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a dear friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a queen's hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;a saint's relic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a bishop's ring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;for all of these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a kiss is a sweet thing to send.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what of the kiss that we give to our foes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lips of the Judas make, of the sweet wine, aloes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768062-109921677980306622?l=blurpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/feeds/109921677980306622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768062&amp;postID=109921677980306622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109921677980306622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768062/posts/default/109921677980306622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurpr.blogspot.com/2004/10/kiss_31.html' title='kiSs'/><author><name>bLuR_pR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12194226477982463716</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></feed>
