<?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-23103130</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:20:05.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.l.y.n.a.p.a.u.l.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23103130.post-116740395846884812</id><published>2006-12-29T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:52:38.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how does understanding makes one understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this feeling, unspoken as no words matches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at times, it feels as if you have.. everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;slowly, everything turns its back on u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you're uncertain.. how sure u are assured..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at times u feel like you've got it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you think of it, you feel you need a little bit more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hate this feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for awhile i feel so close to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then you leave me like this 3 days would be over soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then you'll get to see me soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how much better can it get..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just to be by your side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause when its cold you leave it real cold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when im dying..  i've died times before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how many times can a heart come to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"argh, i dont feel like writing anymore.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;pauL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;29th Dec 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;10.51pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-116740395846884812?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/116740395846884812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=116740395846884812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/116740395846884812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/116740395846884812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-does-understanding-makes-one.html' title='how does understanding makes one understand.'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-116689106583150857</id><published>2006-12-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:25:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6649/2360/1600/91596/eLynapauL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6649/2360/400/220478/eLynapauL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Anniversary Hunny!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-116689106583150857?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/116689106583150857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=116689106583150857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/116689106583150857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/116689106583150857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-anniversary-hunny.html' title=''/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-116123775673399249</id><published>2006-10-19T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:04:25.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back at the things i've done, i see im still childish..&lt;br /&gt;back at the lessons i've learnt, i've more to learn..&lt;br /&gt;back at the things u've gone through, i feel that im toturing you..&lt;br /&gt;back at everything, i feel like they've said it right..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do something to deserve you,&lt;br /&gt;but i've never done it right.. not 100% right..&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i do not deserve an angel like you..&lt;br /&gt;but when i pray, God gave me an angel to guide me..&lt;br /&gt;so much i'm sure she'll never leave me..&lt;br /&gt;but the way she punishes, i feel i am all alone..&lt;br /&gt;without that angel, to guide me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;="(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-116123775673399249?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/116123775673399249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=116123775673399249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/116123775673399249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/116123775673399249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/10/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-115876258987447925</id><published>2006-09-20T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:29:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mOving..</title><content type='html'>"mOvinG away, mOving soon, mOving to seng kang, no choice, !@#@^%&amp;$^*^(*^%&amp;amp;#$@$@#&amp;^%$*(^&amp;amp;(*^&amp;%$^%$#%#%#%$&amp;amp;%^*&amp;$#"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of hearing it, over and over..&lt;br /&gt;just thinking bout it make me "ah #!@$"&lt;br /&gt;thinking bout it make me scared.. im afraid to move..&lt;br /&gt;i've already get so used to my current home.. i really dun wanna move..&lt;br /&gt;what can i do? its not my home..&lt;br /&gt;its my home, but not bought by me..&lt;br /&gt;the other alternative to stay at ang mo kio?..&lt;br /&gt;im not even sure if there's where i wanna live..&lt;br /&gt;rent a place?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please donate to me.. where am i gonna find money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been bugging me since first mentioned..&lt;br /&gt;I. DON'T. WANNA. FUCKIN'. MOVE. !!.&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that man, throwing away things?&lt;br /&gt;he talks like he's the boss.. he might be..&lt;br /&gt;but he's not my boss!&lt;br /&gt;I've my own balls and i've my own boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, iis true dad left things at home and have no time to move them out..&lt;br /&gt;Does'nt mean he can just say throw means throw away my dad's thing.. right..&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THAT K. living with him already im uncomfortable.. Still go till seng kang.. KNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do, sigh away~ Fck..&lt;br /&gt;nobody understands what im thinking.&lt;br /&gt;and bout moving..&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY and i just meant NOBODY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-115876258987447925?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/115876258987447925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=115876258987447925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/115876258987447925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/115876258987447925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/09/moving.html' title='mOving..'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-115545031055190960</id><published>2006-08-13T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:34:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wait any longer to tell you loved ones how much you love them. they've been waiting for you to express your concerns and love for them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Grandma, can you tell me where mummy is.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"why all the rest of my friends have mummy coming to pick them up from school everyday but not me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;grandma replied: "sweetheart, mummy has been away since you were a few months old. she has work to attend to, overseas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;grandma: "she'll be back soon.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;at 5 years old-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Grandma, when can i see mummy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;grandma replies: "i dont know girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"soon i guess"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when amy was in her secondary school, a friend asked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"aiy amy, how do you want your 18th birthday to be celebrated?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;she replied..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"i wish that mummy would appear 1st minute of that day and i just wanna let her know how much i've missed her and tell her i love her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;her classmate said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"dont be childish lar," "mummy so long never come back, 18th years old purposly come back kiss you ar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"do you even know how your mummy looks like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"how bout your big present? what would you want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;amy: "i just hope to hear mummy saying "i love you" to me. how nice that would be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;classmate said: "stupid, i wish you got slapped hard so u wake up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;back at home amy asked grandma for her mothers photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;An hour to amy's 18th birthday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;amy decided to try waiting for mummy at the bus stop with the photograph she had asked for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she really wished that mummy would appear at this big moment in time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she waited and waited..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;meanwhile, thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"if mummy appears, what would i do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"kiss mummy? hug her first.. or should i mmm i dun know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;it was 12 midnight, amy recieved lots of smses from her classmate wishing her happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she was disappointed that mummy dint turn up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;amy thn walked across the road to get back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;halfway thru, the bus arrived at the bus stop, and amy's mummy was there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;she turned around and saw her mummy, for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;she shouted: "mum!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mummy (surprised):"amy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"you've grown up my girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;amy dashed across the road hoping to hug mummy the very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;she never made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a speeding car sent her flying 5 lamp posts away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"amy!" mummy shouted as she dashed to amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;she was still concious but she could'nt move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"mummy,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"all this years, i've been waiting for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"how i wished you were there for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so i din't have to hide inside my room crying my thoughts out alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"i wanna share everything with you mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i wanna tell you everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"im weak but i'll never show anyone else, except you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i love you. ="/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mummy teared this moment and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"honey, i ......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"amy?" "amy! wake up amy ="(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;amy was already dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;it was too late for mummy to say the words amy longed to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she regreted she could never showed her how much amy mean to her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;as for amy's friend, she should'nt have said things like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;rest well amy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;God loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;its just a story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sigh, don't wait any longer to tell you loved ones how much you love them. they've been waiting for you to express your concerns and love for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-115545031055190960?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/115545031055190960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=115545031055190960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/115545031055190960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/115545031055190960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-wait-any-longer-to-tell-you-loved.html' title='Don&apos;t wait any longer to tell you loved ones how much you love them. they&apos;ve been waiting for you to express your concerns and love for them'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-115038022657285205</id><published>2006-06-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:38:03.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nahz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once happen or used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;CANCER WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she is in love, she will act both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;First, Shy and polite trembling to be near you.&lt;br /&gt;Second, Attach to you like glue and trying to be with you all the times.&lt;br /&gt;She will try to go home with you after work, or have every lunch with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It is O.K.&lt;br /&gt;if you like her too, but if is is not the case, you will feel very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She hates to be talked about or gossiped by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;If she knows she will be very hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In nature she is a shy type, except she has been influenced by some other Zodiac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She is not a brave or daring type, so if you like her then you better be the one who start first. She will not accept her true feeling, so if you like here you better tell her first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is like a musical note always change in tunes, so one minute she can be funny and cheerful, and one minute she ca n be sad and depress. Other people may think of her as "Over-acting", or "Over-reacting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When she is depress, she will go out and look for things to make it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She loves money, and thinks of having "Money" as "happy", not as "God".&lt;br /&gt;She will not look down at you if you do not have a lot of money,&lt;br /&gt;but she will help you make money, save money.&lt;br /&gt;She is not an extravagant person and sometimes will tell you not to buy her expensive and not useful gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She is the type who enjoy a long and quiet walk. Cancer woman also influenced by the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;moon",&lt;/span&gt; so under the moon light she will be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;fascinating woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She has a constant fear for many things.&lt;br /&gt;She fear of not being smart enough, not pretty enough.&lt;br /&gt;Even if she is not fat, she will not be satisfy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Assuring her of her look would help, because she can change mood 4 times a day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(?! wow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She is not stingy, but you will not surprise if you see she collecting old or broken junks.&lt;br /&gt;She sees that everything are useful to her. She will find a way to re-use it again some day.&lt;br /&gt;She is not a jealous type, but possessive.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of her is that she will sacrifice everything for her love one with no limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't leave her in times of troubles, she will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She is not a weak type, even she looks like one,&lt;br /&gt;Example if you argue with her, she might cry her heart out. Once you left, she will wipe her tears and start clean up her apartment normally. She is a very careful mother and will look after her kids every steps of the way. If she is a mother of your children, you are at ease, but if she is your mother in law, you are in pain. Not to worry, this type of mother in law will not let her own daughter being an "Old mate".&lt;br /&gt;She could be moody and argue with you in many little things like many women, but&lt;/span&gt; she &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;always wait and want to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you argue with her and disappear a few day s,&lt;br /&gt;she will be waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;but not for long O.K.&lt;br /&gt;This kind of testing is risky, try not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cancer woman need 2 things to be happy which are "Work" and "Love".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(really?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She can be live in a dusty house, but she can not live in that same house with no Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LEO MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He likes to comb his hair backward,&lt;br /&gt;open his forehead showing a dignify facial __expression.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(that was like so long ago..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;His eyes is sparkle,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but slightly showing laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He walks firmly and slowly like a lion, confident and ego proud.&lt;br /&gt;Outside, you may think he is kind and gentle person,&lt;br /&gt;but inside he is a strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and secure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If he is frighten, he will re-act and respond right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words always seem normal but &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;mostly imply "order and demanding".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He will not talk fast, or can not talk fast,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(i can rap dude!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;neither walk fast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(it certainly depends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In a crowd or at work he will act normally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but not for long you will see him standing out of the crowd and be a center of attention with his words, or his action.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(no, i've changed..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You might think he is a shy guy, but deep down inside he wants to power over his family and his friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(as in show that im not stupid.. just lazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He just waits for that right moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; not take what is his, and do not order him, or else you will see a fierce lion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(except hunny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He respects elderly and senior,&lt;br /&gt;but will never bow down and accept like a looser&lt;br /&gt;for he will rather die than loose his dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He talks bluntly even on an occasion that he should not say such thing.&lt;br /&gt;He is a compassionate guy and always look at other people on a bright side.&lt;br /&gt;He likes people to listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;Even he has such a blunt and bold personality,&lt;br /&gt;he could easily reach his goal without making any enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Once disagree with him on something,&lt;br /&gt;he can be very up set like a rainy storm on a summer day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It will only last a short time, then he will be back a cheery merry person again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He is a bright and witty guy,&lt;br /&gt;and he will not put any efforts on something that he thinks it will not work and waste his energy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He is a good planner and can well manage his job assigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(i always liked planning and can plan well in terms of game strategies and studies.. but im too lazy for studies.. sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When he gives order, he expect them to be carry out exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(yes, but sometimes i dont mean what i say.. hoping they'll know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He is the leader type that the followers love.&lt;br /&gt;He can give other people advice and solve problems for other people well,&lt;br /&gt;except his own mess.&lt;br /&gt;He can be easily hurt by other people especially&lt;br /&gt;if you do not trust or respect his ability.&lt;br /&gt;You could compliment him sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and make this lion be your kitty with no difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not a good judge for he listen to many people and tend to belief all sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You can hardly see a Leo man with no woman by his side.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(im engaged.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If you see him alone, he could already have a love one in his heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;or just broken up with one.&lt;br /&gt;Because he is very proud, he can change many girl friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He will do many things for the woman he loves,&lt;/span&gt; but loosing his face is not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Leo man can not live without love , because for him Love is a ray of Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He likes people to rely on him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it's make him feels "in power". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(no, not power but worthy of, duh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may complaint if he is asked for favor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;deep inside he is happy that you asked him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If you offer to help him , he will refuse you right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When he is broke , he can find money still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He is not careful with his way of spending for he has fun&lt;br /&gt;with spending money and happy to buy what he likes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(its more on entertainment and food tgt with hunny =])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He lets other people borrow money from him easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;even if he has no money&lt;/span&gt;, he will run to his friend to borrow money for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He likes first class , first quality of everything.&lt;br /&gt;He can work hard like a mad dog,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes can be lazy like a lazy sleepy cat.&lt;br /&gt;When he works, he is very serious. When he parties, he can be a party animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If he ask you out, you will sure have a fun and jolly time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He will take chance with his love life, so if you know how to handle him, you will win.&lt;br /&gt;If he is your love one, it won't be a romance novel.&lt;br /&gt;You have to be ready to calm him down&lt;br /&gt;when he over reacts to small matters because&lt;br /&gt;your cool stability will control and ease his mood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you can not handle or understand him, your relationship will be like a demolition zone,&lt;br /&gt;a on and off relationship till all your friends tired to hear about your breaking up and making up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Beauty is always in the eyes of the lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have to be dignify to walk with the lion king&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(not anymore after i've found you hunny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Your looks is part of his image and ego and he is very proud about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you want his attention the first time you meet, you better be astounding attractive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(more than that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If you have a first conversation with him, you have to show him how much you adore his thinking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(yes she did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He likes to talk and not knowing that he likes to talk about himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-115038022657285205?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/115038022657285205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=115038022657285205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/115038022657285205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/115038022657285205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/06/note-links-nahz-once-happen-or-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114991041301902100</id><published>2006-06-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:02:51.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I feel like a song without the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A man without a &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A bird without its &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A heart without a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I feel like a knight without a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sword &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The sky without the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cos you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I feel like a ship beneath the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;waves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child who's &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; its way&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;door&lt;/span&gt; without a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face without a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a breath without the &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every day's the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;since you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I gotta have a reason to wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You used to be the one that put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There are no words that could describe how I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and I miss you, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm never gonna leave your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;still holding on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cos when I'm lying in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They tell me that a man can lose his mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Living in the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recalling times gone by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And crying in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You know I've wasted half the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And I'm on my knees again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;till you come to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I gotta have a reason to wake up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You used to be the one that put a smile on my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There are no words that could describe how I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and I miss you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;still holding on girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I won't let you go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I lay my head against your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I know I'm home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I know I'm home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know I'm home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;still holding on girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I won't let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cos when I'm lying in your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know I'm home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114991041301902100?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114991041301902100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114991041301902100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114991041301902100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114991041301902100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel-like-song-without-words-man.html' title=''/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114778859506790843</id><published>2006-05-16T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T10:29:57.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For honey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;honey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;i lOve you! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114778859506790843?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114778859506790843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114778859506790843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114778859506790843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114778859506790843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-honey.html' title='For honey!'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114675909773971394</id><published>2006-05-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:11:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITE X loser</title><content type='html'>pauL- hunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITE doesn't mean loser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people out there may have look down on ite peeps.. but we shouldn't give up on oneself when others bring us down.. if it is so.. it'll really be It's The End.. why not make it better? It's To Endeavour.. what does it mean..? it means to strive, to try, to attempt, whatever.. it's already quite nice of the school to take us in and to endue us with better skills.. i've been in your shoes way before you do.. yes.. everyone is staring.. i feel small.. people despising us, dun have say it out.. but just them look at you from top to toe, one will know.. the feeling wasn't nice.. the way they look at you, wasn't as friendly.. i understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser...&lt;br /&gt;what have you lose really..? if you haven't finished the lap you are running currently.. how do you gauge you've lost the race..? have the perserverance and determination to finish everything.. better results you will get as compared to results without striving harder and having the "sure-die" mindset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovELY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114675909773971394?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114675909773971394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114675909773971394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114675909773971394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114675909773971394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/05/ite-x-loser.html' title='ITE X loser'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114671116432110777</id><published>2006-05-04T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:00:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to ngee ann poly to meet darl..&lt;br /&gt;i wore ite's pt t-shirt..&lt;br /&gt;and it wrote..... "Loser"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like everyone's staring at my shirt..then at me.. thanks..&lt;br /&gt;"what's that ite guy doing here"&lt;br /&gt;"hey look, there's someone in ite uniform"&lt;br /&gt;"loser"&lt;br /&gt;"hoei~ intruder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha.. i dint really feel bad inside there tho everyone was looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;honestly.. im proud of my school&lt;br /&gt;well of cus in ite.. there's its positive and negetive pts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived back home i thought..&lt;br /&gt;i could do as gd i know..&lt;br /&gt;i'll go to poly as soon as i complete my ite's course..&lt;br /&gt;i'll get a 3 pt gpa at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at ngee ann poly.. while waiting for darling to be dismissed..&lt;br /&gt;i sat at the administration office.. thn had a chat with this nice front desk auntie.&lt;br /&gt;she told me the things i have to do in order to get in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt rather disappointed..&lt;br /&gt;getting a 3 pt does not gurantee you a pass to study in polytechnics&lt;br /&gt;she says.. 3.5 and above.. many people..&lt;br /&gt;and i asked if i could be eligible for banking and finace..&lt;br /&gt;"no, even a 3.5 might be difficult to get into that course. normally candidates here are selected thru access of their O'levels results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking.. fuck that duh~&lt;br /&gt;i could choose a few other courses.. but there's nothing to my interests..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clement says i could take something related and later carry on my degree at SIM or what.. banking and finance..&lt;br /&gt;what if i dont pass?&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to be next time.&lt;br /&gt;i want to work in banks..&lt;br /&gt;i want to be like my friend moon..&lt;br /&gt;i want to meet important people..&lt;br /&gt;to be given the responsiblity to handle large amount of credits..&lt;br /&gt;to get good pay checks..&lt;br /&gt;to spend good days with honey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will these two years i chose to spend in ite come to a waste&lt;br /&gt;or will it be a step further in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i pray.&lt;br /&gt;altho i've not been worshipping in church anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i pray u'll forgive our sinnings&lt;br /&gt;and see me work hard help me move on further from here..&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;pauL-&lt;br /&gt;x.X"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114671116432110777?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114671116432110777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114671116432110777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114671116432110777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114671116432110777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-to-ngee-ann-poly-to-meet-darl.html' title=''/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114580620976981681</id><published>2006-04-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:30:10.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iamabloodyfreak!</title><content type='html'>here and there and everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Im tired..&lt;br /&gt;I need a shoulder to lean on, im not as strong as i seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;i worry too much.. i worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my sensing of coming tomorrows,&lt;br /&gt;maybe my tommorrow was made to suck..&lt;br /&gt;i worry, nobody could see..&lt;br /&gt;i cared but no one knew.&lt;br /&gt;maybe..... it was'nt obvious enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem like one that needs attention.&lt;br /&gt;i think im mentally ill&lt;br /&gt;i dont need attention out of pity~ duh&lt;br /&gt;i seem like i suffer depression __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauL-!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114580620976981681?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114580620976981681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114580620976981681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;darling.. just wanna tell u.. i miss you so much..&lt;br /&gt;and i love u so much&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hug u so much&lt;br /&gt;i wish u were here so much&lt;br /&gt;i miss u cuddling inside my arms baby&lt;br /&gt;i wanna snuggle ur face badly!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bite you!&lt;br /&gt;c'mon pinch me sommore!&lt;br /&gt;lOlz..&lt;br /&gt;huGs!&lt;br /&gt;lOve you sweetheart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pauL-&lt;br /&gt;your huNniE always =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114339805508836128?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114339805508836128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i. s.u.d.d.e.n.l.y d.o.n.t l.i.k.e m.y.s.e.l.f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;m.y n.a.m.e i.s.n.t n.i.c.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i t.h.i.n.k i.m s.k.i.n.n.y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i f.e.e.l i.m u.g.l.y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;p.i.m.p.l.e.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;f.a.m.i.l.y - s.i.g.h.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i.t.s c.o.m.i.n a.g.a.i.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i d.u.n.n.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114307223143869237?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23103130.post-114287825715439084</id><published>2006-03-21T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T02:10:57.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wOke up at 12:05 thinking it was 5 :30 in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;lolz.. quite early for a new day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its killinG me.. borInG.. 1 2 3 4 5&lt;br /&gt;5 4 3 2 1 2 3 4 5 4 3 2 1 zZzzZzzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream! argHhhhaahh! shall do it at the beach tmrl.. goin to some challet with darlinG and Joe~ where i dont know anyone else there.. lOl.. well at least i know they're lian zhao's classmates~ =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missinG you honey..&lt;br /&gt;as Each day PassEs us~ i feel like i need yOu even morE..&lt;br /&gt;like baby.. im lOvinG you deeper and strOnGer..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOve yOu wIfe~&lt;br /&gt;!elynapaul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114287825715439084?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114287825715439084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114287825715439084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114287825715439084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114287825715439084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-woke-up-at-1205-thinking-it-was-5-30.html' title=''/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114287777815284017</id><published>2006-03-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T02:02:58.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gOd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;@.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-23103130.post-114252242948665890</id><published>2006-03-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:24:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>volleyball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;its one of my loves..&lt;br /&gt;but i wont be going training..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will but not so often anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i've been thinking about it since the last few trainings..&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel good inside..&lt;br /&gt;at times.. i feel like im out of place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im there to play volleyball u know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll be joining outside teams in future..&lt;br /&gt;to all i those i appreciate knowing inside there..&lt;br /&gt;take care and all the best..&lt;br /&gt;play well people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114252242948665890?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114252242948665890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114252242948665890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114252242948665890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114252242948665890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/03/volleyball.html' title=''/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114252081942229335</id><published>2006-03-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:09:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;first.. its my mother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what she said tt day frm the car when i was at the bus stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it hit me real hard.. each sentence each word.. they came piercing rite into my heart..&lt;br /&gt;isit becuz again.. she saw me with my girlfriend or smt?&lt;br /&gt;i mean what she say does'nt really make any sense..&lt;br /&gt;did she say things to upset me in frnt of my girlfriend or smt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my mother to me..&lt;br /&gt;now's (well long ago).. she's like a monster trying to break me apart from all reasons that made me happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes i do want a smooth life in future.. and im trying.. but does she understand that&lt;br /&gt;without this love&lt;br /&gt;it could'nt possibly make anything better in my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;everything i treasure.. u try coming between my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna say "fuck bitch," so much..&lt;br /&gt;but what do i say when you're MY MOTHER?~&lt;br /&gt;what do parents really want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you were insulted by some assholes on net..&lt;br /&gt;i tried standing up for you all..&lt;br /&gt;this's the first time..&lt;br /&gt;but instead i got some discipline talks from u early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"don't care what others say?"&lt;br /&gt;"he might not be refering to me?"&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that~ he's obviously refering to me!&lt;br /&gt;he's pointing to u and dad.. shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes maybe i dont respect u..&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i dont really call u and HIM when u guys get home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if dad and u come home tgt one day again.. i will call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone knows how does it feels to have a family&lt;br /&gt;and he himself does'nt feels like he's in it?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;does anyone know.. what its like and how it really feels to hate your own mum?&lt;br /&gt;u think i want it mum?&lt;br /&gt;u think i like it?&lt;br /&gt;but for all who goes against my thoughts im still saying the same..&lt;br /&gt;fuck off..&lt;br /&gt;please understand..&lt;br /&gt;im sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i know whats good for myself too.. in my way.. in my eyes in what i see.. in a way&lt;br /&gt;that it is&lt;br /&gt;my wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u mum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114252081942229335?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114252081942229335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114252081942229335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114252081942229335'/><link rel='self' 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think twice before doings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dint see it comin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there're bits here and there now and im trying to paste thm all tgt again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dont feel so strong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its like.. i really hope to confide in u and me as one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im feeling useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u've hurt yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dint even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what if u accidentally ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this and that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what if u died..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im worried bout u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'll should do the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;life's nothing i wanna spend treasuring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but would spend cherishing u.. being all with u.. really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If death's answers to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'll die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;take care pp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114241411003753726?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114241411003753726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114241411003753726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114241411003753726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114241411003753726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dint-see-it-comin.html' title='i dint see it comin..'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114183275412036425</id><published>2006-03-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:45:54.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 ulcerS! i cant eat.. i can hardly talk! God this is torturinG..&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Barley all day and nite.. gimme ginseng what leng yang.. all sorts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tooth.. its growing out at the back there.. OUCH! its all comin tgt.. wth..&lt;br /&gt;Poor shit im in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ve got headach because of ma tooth.. my brains are recking and my body's aching like im alreadi 70..&lt;br /&gt;im burning hot and feeling so cold inside.. madness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;goinG dover for presentation.. some rehearsal.. have to cut hair.. nO waY!! hmmp!&lt;br /&gt;if steven's gonna really kick me out.. im fine with it.. totally alrite yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT CUTTING! BLAAHAHA! not cutting not cutting! x)&lt;br /&gt;brulururur!! nOt cUuttInG!~&lt;br /&gt;i bet if he ever see's this he'll be mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm Good nite people..&lt;br /&gt;good nite Darling.. love you.&lt;br /&gt;good nite God..&lt;br /&gt;good nite Jesus..&lt;br /&gt;niGhts mary!&lt;br /&gt;good nite mummy..&lt;br /&gt;good nite daddy..&lt;br /&gt;niTeS everyone! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114183275412036425?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114183275412036425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114183275412036425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;as i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i predicted&lt;strong&gt; that&lt;/strong&gt; i'll miss u badly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i dont really&lt;strong&gt; know&lt;/strong&gt; whats gonna come out in frnt of me next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i've always &lt;strong&gt;guessed&lt;/strong&gt; it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thats why i worry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i hate &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; i really hate it when i think of it like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it always comes out in the way i &lt;strong&gt;could&lt;/strong&gt; never change it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i go &lt;strong&gt;dazin&lt;/strong&gt; for hours wondering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;what would become of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt; alone.. &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;an empty space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my eyes could &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;longer withstand those needles and stiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;baby i close my &lt;strong&gt;eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;your voices resounds inside my head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i mIss yOu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114182440412955372?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114182440412955372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114182440412955372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114182440412955372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114182440412955372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wish-i-wish-sigh.html' title='i wish.. i wish.. siGh*'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114155161738759201</id><published>2006-03-04T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:53:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the other day.. like i said.. was kinda thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fell asleep thn..&lt;br /&gt;since secondary school days.. i had this strange dream.. i'll dream of it say twice every year thn..&lt;br /&gt;i made the same dream yesterday.. well not exactly the same each time.. but its around there..&lt;br /&gt;its.. something i fear alot.. losing something.. a feeling.. or someone.. whatever it is.. its dearly to me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and.. the wierd thing about this dream's that each time i woke up.. i would totally forgot whats it about.. i dont rmb a thing at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;throughout this whole thing whn im sleeping.. i only recall me crying with full of sorrows in there.. somehow.. whn im awake i'd be like tearing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;that nite.. i stood up alone in my room.. still tearing.. i looked around.. there was'nt anyone.. it was pitch darkness.. i was wondering why was i crying thn.. im awake and tearing.. well wod was it for i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;i'd really like to find out.. what did i lose inside there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this thing.. its so real.. ="/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel so alone rite now..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114155161738759201?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114155161738759201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114155161738759201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114155161738759201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114155161738759201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/03/other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114139383015763616</id><published>2006-03-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:56:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Firstly.. mm congratulations to Darling..&lt;br /&gt;got into nursing at np.. yeap!&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;no need buy insurence for maself readi.. 've got someone to treat me if im ill in future rite.. kekes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;siGh.. im v. glad tt u made it.. you've got all ma support yes..&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, am sad cuz u're leavin to a different sch..&lt;br /&gt;wont be seeing u in school and things like that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;had a quite a few thoughts today..&lt;br /&gt;bout almost everything..&lt;br /&gt;us? hrm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;couple of feelings i dont know wod to say.&lt;br /&gt;well.. nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other stuffs i wanna mention..&lt;br /&gt;'ve got so many shits im worried bout.. my tests.. my school.. work..&lt;br /&gt;got to work more often cuz i seem to quite a lot this few days..&lt;br /&gt;tried to save but .. &gt;.&lt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school, tests? fuck thm.. im worried for ma own future and i don't know where do i start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flash's deadline's on monday.. i dont even have its software.. fck this..&lt;br /&gt;="(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;siGh..&lt;br /&gt;it seems like whn u've get something u wanted so much.. or maybe say could mean your everything.. you'll always need to give something in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i lOve u so much. pauL-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114139383015763616?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114139383015763616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114139383015763616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114139383015763616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114139383015763616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-life.html' title='its life..'/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114114431516415087</id><published>2006-02-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:33:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;swoosh~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dint really know why i re-created this one.. mmybe i'd feel like writing and expressin' aGain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okae lets start with.. school. yea school.. i dint finish up drawings tt i was suppose to do.. fell asleep and things like tt the day before.. sorrie.. i could see they wasnt happy bout it.. anyway.. im kinda frustrated with school.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were in poly too.. i hear people going to poly frm all over the place and sometimes i get this feeling of weakness in myself.. hiyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;really hope i'll attend more lessons and do v. well for ma course rite now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;woke up in der mornin around 610 am.&lt;br /&gt;gave a msg to little sweetheart..&lt;br /&gt;met at mac's and went sch by bus tgt.. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whn i got to sch.. got mr. nerdy (i forgot his name =.=) to teach me flash..&lt;br /&gt;woue~ learnt quite abit but still aint sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;had lunch during 10 plus am. suppose to eat with darlin.. but.. *sigh.. im sorrie.. was a little shy at first.. cuz.. also dunno why.. so had join ma friends while they were eating..&lt;br /&gt;"sorry darling.. could see u were like disappointed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to BCM lessons after lunch.. format thing also nv pass to us how we gonna do der letter.. i kinda slept in class thn.. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn after lessons.. WAITED FOR 4 short* hours just for volleyball to start.. -.- lamed&lt;br /&gt;actually cuz .. =P haha nth!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;while waiting tiffany walked pass and said hi to me.. thn she sat oppsite mm on ma table.. start asking me things and telling me stuffs about hers which are like.. irrelevant to me or say "who cares" wierd rite..&lt;br /&gt;better not say wad she say.. dont wanna backstab.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thn volley ball.. nahz nvm.. not gonna say wat happen.. __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;darl' went to friend's house do project..&lt;br /&gt;hmm thn was so stress and tired le.. was xin teng =x&lt;br /&gt;must rest well tonite k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet darling at JP after vb..&lt;br /&gt;had had "cheng ting" den go home readi cuz was late.. mm&lt;br /&gt;"someone was so sweet one bus hor.." =Pp muack! love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mm "darl.. i saw ur bloG.."&lt;br /&gt;just wanna give u a confirmation that.. yes i do cherish you..&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate everything u've done for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will love you whole-heartedly i promise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*i became.. say* like not interested in other girls also after i went out with her..&lt;br /&gt;guess 've found my answer now..&lt;br /&gt;yes sweetie..&lt;br /&gt;love u so much..&lt;br /&gt;bleaheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*happy pauL- cant find any words to express how thankful he is too..&lt;br /&gt;guess we'd only uds when we feel loved?&lt;br /&gt;so must treat u well hor.. kekes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114114431516415087?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114114431516415087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114114431516415087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114114431516415087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114114431516415087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/02/swoosh-dint-really-know-why-i-re.html' title=''/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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-23103130.post-114104767850930508</id><published>2006-02-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:01:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mm.. created a new account.. created a new bloG.. new new.. all new.. x)&lt;br /&gt;and.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;ermm....&lt;br /&gt;say...&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23103130-114104767850930508?l=naclababy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/feeds/114104767850930508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23103130&amp;postID=114104767850930508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114104767850930508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23103130/posts/default/114104767850930508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naclababy.blogspot.com/2006/02/mm.html' title=''/><author><name>ePpauL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15918044170226283966</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>
