<?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-28364184</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:20:11.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re connected</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28364184.post-9136833506433030919</id><published>2007-04-16T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:38:50.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.!&lt;br /&gt;yupp,&lt;br /&gt;i know its like a few hundred years since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;life is soo busy la.&lt;br /&gt;and im so tired and shag to post.&lt;br /&gt;(not to say im lazy okays.?)&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;so how's everything for every of my dear frens.?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;sch start alrd hurr.&lt;br /&gt;study hard all.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;as usual long brk so im here in com lab.&lt;br /&gt;boring.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday is a efficient one for me.&lt;br /&gt;6 wks of attachments.&lt;br /&gt;no life.&lt;br /&gt;but learned alotof things.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i love those babies and kids.&lt;br /&gt;they are just soo swt and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;treat all the little life well.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my darlings on sat and had a wonderful day except that my sun tanning failed agn.&lt;br /&gt;sad can.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;darlings ar !&lt;br /&gt;i love u gals la.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;mit up soon for tanning again.!&lt;br /&gt;hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things for me and *&lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt; was fine.&lt;br /&gt;just that we quarrel sometimes over small things.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;ive learnt to forgive and forgive and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;really hope that i wun be taken granted for.&lt;br /&gt;so fast,&lt;br /&gt;we are approaching our 6th monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;time flies and yes,&lt;br /&gt;i still want *&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; in my life.&lt;br /&gt;beside me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite.&lt;br /&gt;gtg buy stuffs for sch.&lt;br /&gt;bye all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait wait,&lt;br /&gt;not forgeting to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIHUI !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u dearest meimei&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the little suprise.&lt;br /&gt;and we can watch m18 show legally alrd.!&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-9136833506433030919?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/9136833506433030919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=9136833506433030919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/9136833506433030919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/9136833506433030919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-3317576619860134676</id><published>2007-02-17T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:16:41.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y is my post not posted.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test test *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-3317576619860134676?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/3317576619860134676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=3317576619860134676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/3317576619860134676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/3317576619860134676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/02/y-is-my-post-not-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-5257071830767250901</id><published>2007-02-15T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:15:55.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear i got a super bad valentine's day tis yr.&lt;br /&gt;a super bad one that i will nvr forget.&lt;br /&gt;its so much far worse than spending valentine's day without a valentine.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to choose which i wil rather haf,&lt;br /&gt;i wil wish that i dun haf a valentine on such a valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;recieving msges frm peers askin how's my valentine's celebration,&lt;br /&gt;what are the beautiful things my boy had prepared for me.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;my ans to all these are jus,&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;yup i got nth from &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not even for a little card or a sms wish.&lt;br /&gt;but i gt the best gift.&lt;br /&gt;i broke dwn and cut myself AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;wad a great present from the one i love dearly on such a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im despair.&lt;br /&gt;im lost.&lt;br /&gt;im hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i wish im gone.&lt;br /&gt;i always choose to trust &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;trusting that &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; say &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; will change &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; really will.&lt;br /&gt;seriously in my life ive nvr met someone like tis.&lt;br /&gt;who seems to dun care much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;someone who eventually can fall aslp while doing my valentine's gift.&lt;br /&gt;as a gf felt so guitly for nt getting anything on a special day like tis,&lt;br /&gt;i sacrifice my study time in the middle of the nite just to make &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; one card.&lt;br /&gt;a card that is completely based on my designs.&lt;br /&gt;no helping decorations,&lt;br /&gt;no helping pictures,&lt;br /&gt;no helping wrds like " i love u"&lt;br /&gt;and wad so ever.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING little thing on the card is made by me.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;maybe u all might think why am i so calculative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" *he&lt;/strong&gt; nvr give u anything only ma. "&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;im not calculative on that.&lt;br /&gt;wad disappoints me is that &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; really can eventually fall aslp like tis.&lt;br /&gt;sayin will call me back,&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;stupid me waited for &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; call till almost 5.30am in th morn.&lt;br /&gt;say wan to go SP early in the morn for JAE,&lt;br /&gt;i made an effort waking &lt;strong&gt;*him &lt;/strong&gt;up at 7 plus when i onli slpt at 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;hello,&lt;br /&gt;why am i the one worrying about &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; everything when &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; dun even bother.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so hurt.&lt;br /&gt;felt so angry.&lt;br /&gt;best thing is that when &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; wake up,&lt;br /&gt;i confronted &lt;strong&gt;*Him&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; says that im not understanding enough,&lt;br /&gt;says that &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; thought i wil understan,&lt;br /&gt;understand that &lt;strong&gt;*he's &lt;/strong&gt;having headache that's y couldnt wake up.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;i din noe we gt such good telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; dun even mention a single thing,&lt;br /&gt;i will know that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are having headache.&lt;br /&gt;and so coincidental that everytime on special days,&lt;br /&gt;one part of &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; body will be aching.&lt;br /&gt;is not that i dun wan to believe but as these reasons been used times and times agn,&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me feel that its just excuses to shut my mouth up.&lt;br /&gt;i dun see why i gt pain here and there i still can bear with them and mk an effort to do wad im suppose to do as a gf.&lt;br /&gt;but wad abt &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; may sae that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are very tired but have &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;think for me.?&lt;br /&gt;all these nites i havent been slping more than wad.?&lt;br /&gt;3 hrs.?&lt;br /&gt;but i still try my best to do sthg for &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wake &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;worry for &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure wad &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to do will be done smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;boy,&lt;br /&gt;wad i get back from &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; makes me feels like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;like doing so much when the another party dun even appreciate rather been taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; know how fuck up i feel.?&lt;br /&gt;how idiot i find myself.?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;boy,&lt;br /&gt;this is not the way to be.&lt;br /&gt;to be in a rs.&lt;br /&gt;i really have enough.!&lt;br /&gt;really.!&lt;br /&gt;enough.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are just driving my crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are just trying to make me brk dwn like how she did.&lt;br /&gt;oh please,&lt;br /&gt;im not that strong enuff to go thru it agn.&lt;br /&gt;esp on my exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are just freaking selfish to do all these shits to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps leaving &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;let &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; noe that i dun always be there to forgive &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to make &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; happy even its like &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; fault.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps like tis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will be waken up by all &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; bad points.&lt;br /&gt;good bye.&lt;br /&gt;if we are really meant to be tgt,&lt;br /&gt;we will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;i hate &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; for doing all these to me. *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; proven me that there is really no true love in this world. cynthia's dead. and &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are the murderer.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-5257071830767250901?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/5257071830767250901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=5257071830767250901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/5257071830767250901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/5257071830767250901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-swear-i-got-super-bad-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-4799994261026512182</id><published>2007-02-03T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T03:24:45.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had been quite some time since i last blog.&lt;br /&gt;things arent too well for me and &lt;strong&gt;*him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou we just pass our 3rd mthsary tgt but i swear it was a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad else i can i say or do to stop  all these.&lt;br /&gt;what i do seems like not too right for &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i tried and listen to all advices and do wad im told to do but wad i get in return.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*his &lt;/strong&gt;attitude,&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; impatience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; ignorence.&lt;br /&gt;all these are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;the communication prob between us seems to be still as bad it was ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime after quarrel or argue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he &lt;/strong&gt;ask for forgiveness and chances.&lt;br /&gt;saying that will change,&lt;br /&gt;saying that it wil not happen agn.&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;one day ltr,&lt;br /&gt;all these happening agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; gt his reason and my explanation seems to become nth.&lt;br /&gt;and end up everything seems to be my fault.&lt;br /&gt;im so hurt.&lt;br /&gt;hu can understand right deep inside i feel.&lt;br /&gt;i try all ways to tell and make clear how and wad a person i am.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; listened den say sorry den i forgive.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;giving chances agn and agn is equal to giving *&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; chances to hurt me agn and agn.&lt;br /&gt;im hard inside but i swear im soft inside.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i jus wil "heart soft" and go bck to *&lt;strong&gt;him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is the reason &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; takes me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;thinking that no matter i will still back to *&lt;strong&gt;him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvr likr &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; ex.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;does tis means that i really have to leave &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; for real so &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; will noe to really treasure me.?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;im despair.&lt;br /&gt;im so lost.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to move on from here.&lt;br /&gt;there is sooooooo many things waiting for me to do to put in place.&lt;br /&gt;to make them perfect.&lt;br /&gt;im not God.&lt;br /&gt;im just an ordinary girl.&lt;br /&gt;i just wan and wish my boyfriend can understand me a little more than others.&lt;br /&gt;and to do so is to show my real true self.&lt;br /&gt;but by doing this,&lt;br /&gt;things seems to be worse.&lt;br /&gt;tell me.!&lt;br /&gt;tell me wad i shud do.&lt;br /&gt;i really cant tk it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan history to rpt.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i have enough.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt; take me away to where i should belong. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-4799994261026512182?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/4799994261026512182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=4799994261026512182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/4799994261026512182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/4799994261026512182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/02/had-been-quite-some-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-5518558279740680331</id><published>2007-01-23T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:05:56.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love tennis.!&lt;br /&gt;i swear i do.!&lt;br /&gt;i really do.!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for another game with *&lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and that pantat sha says she wants to play oso.!&lt;br /&gt;yeah found on tennis partner in sch.!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO PLAY TENNIS.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; for the tennis racket.&lt;br /&gt;i love it alot.&lt;br /&gt;my fav colour and brand.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;the new shoe bag and so swt tt we gt the same.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;there is alot more to update but i gt no time.&lt;br /&gt;gg for prac .&lt;br /&gt;ltr gt skill test.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.!&lt;br /&gt;i want pass and done with it today.!&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-5518558279740680331?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/5518558279740680331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=5518558279740680331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/5518558279740680331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/5518558279740680331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-1992791276704253996</id><published>2007-01-15T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:12:55.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i am alone in eplaza becoz tt pantat sha went to mit bf.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;and i gt my HS2056 exam ltr.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.!&lt;br /&gt;wish i cud pass and one mod will be cleared.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;exam timetable is out and the dates are rubbish la.&lt;br /&gt;the day before valentine's day there is a paper,&lt;br /&gt;on valentine's day there isnt (sound nice but...)&lt;br /&gt;the day after valentine's day there is HS2035 which means there is alot of memorising.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHS.&lt;br /&gt;and after CNY brk,&lt;br /&gt;will be bio paper.!&lt;br /&gt;like wad the hell.!&lt;br /&gt;i wan to spend Valentine's day with &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;i noe &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; will be disappointed if i gg to tell &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; tis.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i wil wrk sthg out so that we can still spend our very first valentine's day tgt.!&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd went sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;first time go there and play in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;no sun =  no tanning.&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;it wad kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;more of this activity guys.!&lt;br /&gt;gv peeps rock my life&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and and and.!&lt;br /&gt;my middle finger is injured.!&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;the same old finger agn.&lt;br /&gt;like wad the hell.&lt;br /&gt;now im like gg ard pointing everyone middle finger esp when i writes.&lt;br /&gt;even now when i type im oso pointing middle finger to my monitor.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;sry ppl hu sitting in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;gg to see a doc ltr.&lt;br /&gt;the swell is abit nt very gd.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;pain.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding wad happen to me and &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;im nt gg to bring it up and mention agn.&lt;br /&gt;overall,&lt;br /&gt;i just wish wad &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; will really do it.&lt;br /&gt;its really true that actions speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun wan jus only words that's from &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; mouth but the effort in making them all real.&lt;br /&gt;i cant afford to lose *&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; becoz i really love *&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lots.&lt;br /&gt;but if there is a day that i really have to leave in near future,&lt;br /&gt;definitely not becoz i dun love &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; anymore but becoz i cudnt tk the hurts anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;strong&gt;*his &lt;/strong&gt;love and i need &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;without them,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i willbe weak agn.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun wan it happening to me agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;make things better okays.?&lt;br /&gt;we will walk on tgt.&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; .!&lt;br /&gt;but i hate &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;its like damn diff to type with middle finger pointing out like tis.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;bye and im off for last round of revision before paper.!&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-1992791276704253996?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/1992791276704253996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=1992791276704253996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/1992791276704253996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/1992791276704253996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-i-am-alone-in-eplaza-becoz-tt.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-673058249217209334</id><published>2007-01-12T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:30:25.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( &lt;/strong&gt;yes, i love it when &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; calls me baby and telling me that im part of &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; life. &lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( &lt;/strong&gt;but why times over times, &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are still making cry so badly ? &lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( *baby&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; loving me with all &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; have ? &lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( &lt;/strong&gt;i met afew wrong ppl alrd and i wish that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are the one God wants me to meet along this path of life. &lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( &lt;/strong&gt;that's the reason why i dun dare to trust &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; so much because im afraid that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will abuse the trust i had for &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( &lt;/strong&gt;perhaps i should learn real hard from this. &lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( &lt;/strong&gt;im thankful that i have a handful of true frens. thanks guys.! LOVEs. &lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arent these sentences awesome.?&lt;br /&gt;got these from the mail darling yinjia sent to me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and its so nice for me to do some reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;im still despair.&lt;br /&gt;i hurt myself and as well as &lt;strong&gt;*him &lt;/strong&gt;(i assume)&lt;br /&gt;i din mean to end everything with &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;but im jus so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i dun feel any better than &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i still love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; as how i did always.&lt;br /&gt;and i always will.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i dun wan to lose &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; either.&lt;br /&gt;but this isnt the rs i wish to have.&lt;br /&gt;the disappointment,&lt;br /&gt;the hurts,&lt;br /&gt;are too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps for &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wish we cud wrk things out,&lt;br /&gt;find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;if not,&lt;br /&gt;we cud nvr move on from here.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i will nvr give up.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;my promise is for real.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; can take my words.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;and wad about &lt;strong&gt;*you&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/28364184-673058249217209334?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/673058249217209334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=673058249217209334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/673058249217209334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/673058249217209334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-you-not-because-of-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-4654238619117878184</id><published>2007-01-12T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:12:17.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno whether wad im doin is right,&lt;br /&gt;but i noe is definitely smth i really dun wish to do.&lt;br /&gt;rejecting &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; calls,&lt;br /&gt;off the ringtone and let it rings till &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; hangs up (&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; can do tt to me and so do i &lt;/em&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;dun reply &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; msges.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;you all may think im cruel,&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;becoz only me myself and i noe exactly how i feel and wad im gg thru when i doin these to &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i swear it isnt smth nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;it jus hurts me as much as it hurts &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt; or perhaps it doesnt hurts &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; at all&lt;/em&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; asked me whether am i angry with &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;why should i ans that qns since it wun help any at all.&lt;br /&gt;end up &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*yourself&lt;/strong&gt; might be angry.&lt;br /&gt;so wad's the point right.?&lt;br /&gt;must as well i myself angry than causing another person angry.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you all think im selfish to think for myself only.&lt;br /&gt;let it be.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired of making everyone ard me happy,&lt;br /&gt;agree with wad im doing.&lt;br /&gt;does anyone know wad EXACTLY i wan and wad EXACTLY i feel.?&lt;br /&gt;anyone.?!&lt;br /&gt;if no,&lt;br /&gt;so just let me be can.?&lt;br /&gt;just for one day.&lt;br /&gt;even it means i might lose sthg impt to me,&lt;br /&gt;someone so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad im talking alrd.&lt;br /&gt;all i noe is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM FUCKING SUPER UPSET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not angry AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please please dun say &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will do sthg when &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; cant even do it. althou its not a promise yet but is sthg &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; told me &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will do but end up its jus wrds that dun meant to mean. how much more must i go thru to let &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;see and realise how all these little mistakes &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; make wil make me so sad. i noe &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are hu &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are and i accept it but there are just sthg that i can nvr accept. things &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; dun like i tried changing. things like &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wants me to tell &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; everything when things goes wrong, i did. &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;asked me to control my angerness, i ctrl if not i wud haf been angry with &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; for wrking ltr. &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; say wan meet even it means 3 hrs of miting and &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; say &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wun be late. okays, i made up my mind that i wan to meet &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;, dressed nicer and try waking &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; up so &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wun be late or jus a little late.but ya like wad i expected, &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; can nvr wake up by my calls. i dunno wad else i can say anymore. i feel that the more i say the more i nid to explain. well, i think i owe no one any explainations. wad i expect &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will do &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will nvr do. so wad;s the point of gg on saying so much thing and hurt myself so bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God,&lt;br /&gt;tell me how shud i move on from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-4654238619117878184?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/4654238619117878184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=4654238619117878184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/4654238619117878184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/4654238619117878184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dunno-whether-wad-im-doin-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-8509555569626711499</id><published>2007-01-12T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:57:37.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm,&lt;br /&gt;why am i so upset now.?&lt;br /&gt;like sthg went missing.&lt;br /&gt;sthg is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda lost and overall im just&lt;br /&gt;UPSET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i too selfish to just wish that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will not wrk ltr and acc me.?&lt;br /&gt;like on a nite esp friday's.&lt;br /&gt;a nite that i still dunno how to pass it alone.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday and friday nites are the nites the hardest for me.&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to change the habit of passing them alone since i had nvr did before ever since mummy wil wrk on nite shift these 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;but well,&lt;br /&gt;i noe i shudn't be selfish to stop &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; from wrking just to acc me.&lt;br /&gt;i understand that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; have to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;but there is just this feeling that i dunno how to exaplain.&lt;br /&gt;despite knowing and understanding the reason behind of &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; insisting on wrking,&lt;br /&gt;i still feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;but its alright la.&lt;br /&gt;just go ahead and wrk ba.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i really nid to overcome this.&lt;br /&gt;passing this horrible nite alone.&lt;br /&gt;worst come to worst,&lt;br /&gt;if not raining,&lt;br /&gt;i might head dwn to punggol end.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;a place i love to hide at,&lt;br /&gt;to think and reflect alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are outside with them.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;i know &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i sound so sad and wadever feeling &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; think im having.&lt;br /&gt;i really tried not to but i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i said that we shall dont meet tmr.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i dun want to see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; but i will jus feel REALLY upset that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;  have to go off after seeing each other for like 3 hrs or less.&lt;br /&gt;depending whether &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will be late not.&lt;br /&gt;and this is oso one of the reason why i thought of not miting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; late,&lt;br /&gt;i will angry.&lt;br /&gt;den &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; have to leave real soon,&lt;br /&gt;i will feel upset.&lt;br /&gt;these two feelings are enough to make the rest of the nite even tougher to pass.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;i want see &lt;strong&gt;*You&lt;/strong&gt; but i oso dun want see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; due to those reasons i stated.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHS.!&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate this feeling im having now.&lt;br /&gt;like wad the fuck.!&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me now.!&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;CYNTHIA,&lt;br /&gt;you are a bad girlfriend of &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes,&lt;br /&gt;i guess so too.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go off and slp and stop thinking and perhaps stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;i swear my eyes are gg to drop off if i gg to cont crying all these nites.&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;wad a week la.&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for all the vulgarities. im jus so.. ARGH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-8509555569626711499?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/8509555569626711499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=8509555569626711499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/8509555569626711499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/8509555569626711499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmmm-why-am-i-so-upset-now.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-6978812156275131585</id><published>2007-01-12T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:07:33.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am down and, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my soul, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so weary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You raise me up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I can stand on mountains. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You raise me up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to walk on stormy seas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am strong, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I am on your shoulders. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You raise me up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To more than I can be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no life - no life without its hunger. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each restless heart beats so imperfectly, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when you come and I am filled with wonder, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think I glimpse eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&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/28364184-6978812156275131585?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/6978812156275131585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=6978812156275131585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/6978812156275131585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/6978812156275131585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-i-am-down-and-oh-my-soul-so-weary.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-1608727283488387805</id><published>2007-01-10T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:44:28.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i din noe sch life could be this stressful.&lt;br /&gt;these 2 nites i havent been slping for like more than 3 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;the nite before was mugging for my bio prac,&lt;br /&gt;last nite was redoing my individual presentation which due today til like 4 plus tis morn.&lt;br /&gt;and toking abt it,&lt;br /&gt;i really wan to say a BIG BIG thank you to &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; for staying at my hse till im done just to kip me accompanied and help me with some of it.&lt;br /&gt;thanks thanks.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so guilty to see &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;'s tiredness and yet &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; insist on staying late with me.&lt;br /&gt;tt poor little mouse of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* opps.! did i jus said mouse.? lol. jkjk. HUGs *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; did smth nice to me,&lt;br /&gt;i shall forgive &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; on wad happened some days ago.&lt;br /&gt;but i will never &lt;strong&gt;*forget&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;humph&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one project dwn.&lt;br /&gt;2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;and im glad that my super last min change of plan of my presentation today turns out great.&lt;br /&gt;felt so nice to hear the compliment frm Ms Ng and relieved to hear almost no comments on my presentation.&lt;br /&gt;my hard wrk pays off (:&lt;br /&gt;tribute to &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that little mouse &lt;em&gt;* opps agn. hahahah *&lt;/em&gt; is wrking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;pout&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im alone at home mugging agn for nxt wk's exam.&lt;br /&gt;boring.&lt;br /&gt;exam agn.&lt;br /&gt;and and and !&lt;br /&gt;i wan to go sentosa tis sunday.!&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to miss out the fun and i seriously nid to relax abit.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time fear and worried for exam.&lt;br /&gt;how how how.?&lt;br /&gt;i nid the SUN (:&lt;br /&gt;but i oso nid the BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;duh&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;*you !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go dwn ltr to give &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; a suprise.?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;shall consider.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;but dun think i love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nope,&lt;br /&gt;i hate &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;bleahs&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;gtg and mug and hopefully catch a little nap.&lt;br /&gt;the pain in my head is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHS.&lt;br /&gt;tk it away.!&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-1608727283488387805?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/1608727283488387805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=1608727283488387805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/1608727283488387805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/1608727283488387805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-din-noe-sch-life-could-be-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-6253394616850719565</id><published>2007-01-09T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T08:43:28.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLEASE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME AWAY !&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T TAKE IT AYNMORE !&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO CRY NO MORE !&lt;br /&gt;FUCKED UP LIFE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-6253394616850719565?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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-28364184.post-2235032902003655125</id><published>2007-01-08T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T04:16:16.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;but what shud i do to show my love to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; and oso not to get hurt by &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me every once and then i reject &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; call.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me everytime i choose to reply in a feeling-less manner.&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts me so badly.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i dun wan to tok to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; but i dun wish to let &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; hear me cry.&lt;br /&gt;give me time til tonight or maybe tmr to tok to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;i just want &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; to noe that my feelings for &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are stil so true so deep.&lt;br /&gt;right now,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to protect myself a little more than i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are still the one. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-2235032902003655125?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/2235032902003655125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=2235032902003655125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/2235032902003655125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/2235032902003655125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-3904500210949906188</id><published>2007-01-08T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:56:04.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back home at this hr.&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to end sch at 6 but bio lect cancel,&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to wait for 5 hrs for the nxt lect so i decided to cum bck and mug for tmr's bio prac ica.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to do well.&lt;br /&gt;at least better.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems kinda hard now when im too depress to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;and dont say memorising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;*baby :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to what extend must i go to show &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; how hurt i am everytime &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; do this to me. saying words that will nvr seems to mean sthg. i always try to trust every of &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; single wrds but in this situation, can &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; tell me how can i do so.? &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; promised me and convinced me that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will nvr be the sec her but wad is it now.? what's the diff of &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; and her when &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; can oso slp the nxt sec when things turn bad. i replied &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; msg str8 after i recieve it but wad's in the end. &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; din even reply and obviously it shows that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are aslp. im hurt by it. yes, to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; might think that im ridiculars to be angry or sad abt it but can &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; understand the feeling of fear. i seriously fear that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will be like her as time goes by. i can tell &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; that i will nvr move on well anymore. esp when &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; choose to abuse my trust in &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;. i choose not to contact &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; now. not until &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; took the first step to. i dun wan to show how i feel deep inside. im not trying to be mean but im just trying to protect myself this time round. i wish to see how much i actually means to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;. maybe this time round i might be disappointed but at least i see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; through. see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; through the love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; actually had for me. i wun see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; for today. it wil be really bad esp after a fight like tis. but its good in the way that we can see how we can make it thru. im sick. i gt this fuckin headache. but i cant stop crying. &lt;s&gt;fuck it&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there is alot more i wish to tell &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i gt no strength to go on saying aymore.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to cry so badly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;take my sorrows away.&lt;br /&gt;take my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;take my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;take me to where i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;bring me back my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;bring me the love i deserve.&lt;br /&gt;bring me &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; true love to me.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;i prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-3904500210949906188?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/3904500210949906188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=3904500210949906188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/3904500210949906188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/3904500210949906188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-home-at-this-hr.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-145002798442858815</id><published>2007-01-07T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:07:33.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new blog layout !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iLOVEit !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-145002798442858815?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/145002798442858815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=145002798442858815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/145002798442858815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/145002798442858815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-blog-layout-iloveit.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-7042024806702279808</id><published>2007-01-07T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T09:54:33.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now,&lt;br /&gt;sitting at my study table which i wil be facing my window and as well as tis lappy and as well as watching shadows passing by becoz of the stupid renovation of the lifts at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;kinda scary seeing shadows walking pass outta sudden and that's y i decided to off my light and just kip my little desk light on so that ppl cant see into my rm.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;im bored and tired studying bio agn.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;the same old thing.&lt;br /&gt;vagina, penis, ovries and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;im just fcuking bored.&lt;br /&gt;din noe my sat nite cud be tis bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;helped her dispense her med for the nxt 2 wks.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear im super hart pain to see her eating SOO many med in a day.&lt;br /&gt;its like about 20 odd tablets per day.?&lt;br /&gt;my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;she's getting old but she's still loving me so much.&lt;br /&gt;cooked my fav dishes becoz she knows that im goin over today after like mia for dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;im so touched can.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt kinda guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. getting emo and feel like crying now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;grandma for my whole life.!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; is wrking now.&lt;br /&gt;thou &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; just called but its too noisy over there so i decided to hang up.&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;i oso dun feel like tokin to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. im really getting emo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i misses &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; so much.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cud see &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe later after &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; wrk but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; gt wrk at 1pm ltr.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided not to deprive &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; frm &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; slp.&lt;br /&gt;but i miss &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;esp now,&lt;br /&gt;when im feeling kinda dwn.&lt;br /&gt;think its just s/s of PMS.&lt;br /&gt;pout.&lt;br /&gt;i dun like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;thanks MAK QINXIONG for taking over my shift today.&lt;br /&gt;he saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;i owe him once.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;wad a kind soul he is hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrink&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone.&lt;br /&gt;haf to mug and mug and emo away.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-7042024806702279808?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/7042024806702279808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=7042024806702279808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/7042024806702279808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/7042024806702279808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-sitting-at-my-study-table-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-6710493918289561863</id><published>2007-01-05T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T03:08:04.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a hard passing day so far.&lt;br /&gt;dwn with serious bad flu and fever goin up and dwn.&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;and my head seems to be too heavy for me to put it on my poor neck.&lt;br /&gt;can anyone understands wan and how i feel.?&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;worse,&lt;br /&gt;more and more projects are on the way.&lt;br /&gt;save me.!&lt;br /&gt;im drowning in the sea of presentations can.&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now waiting for my lazy pig to cum over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; like must tk dunno how many hrs to get here.&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously hate it when i call and cudnt reach &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; seems so hard to be contacted can.&lt;br /&gt;angry !&lt;br /&gt;dun wan mit &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; alrd.&lt;br /&gt;humph.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghs.!&lt;br /&gt;can someone like help me do my presentation.&lt;br /&gt;do my research.&lt;br /&gt;tk my exams.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;if there is someone like tis i will MARRY him.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;(but i dun think there wil be anyone nicer than my pantat &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;. lols )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;stop ranting and shall start wrk.&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;any kind souls wan to tk over my shift tmr and if im wrkin on sun,&lt;br /&gt;tk over me on sun too.!&lt;br /&gt;thanks and i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-6710493918289561863?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/6710493918289561863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=6710493918289561863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/6710493918289561863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/6710493918289561863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/hard-passing-day-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-7297494514683041246</id><published>2007-01-05T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:17:32.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; keeps complaining that i din write "i love him".&lt;br /&gt;so.....&lt;br /&gt;now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&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/28364184-7297494514683041246?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/7297494514683041246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=7297494514683041246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/7297494514683041246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/7297494514683041246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2007/01/okays.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-2154211063485351722</id><published>2007-01-04T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:16:35.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mans.&lt;br /&gt;finally i can blog la.&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad's wrong with blogger tt i cant log in with blogger beta.&lt;br /&gt;so shit can.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2007 .!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;its a brand new yr alrd.&lt;br /&gt;spent my bew yr eve at gv wrking.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;10hrs shift somemore hurr.&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE pay.!&lt;br /&gt;yuppie :D&lt;br /&gt;it was fun thou with twice counting dwn becoz see wrong time C:&lt;br /&gt;ran over to floor 1 to watch firewrks but too bad &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; cudnt get out of candy bar becoz all of us ran off.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;sry &lt;strong&gt;*baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall watch firewrks tgt one day hurr.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;before i moved on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2nd Monthsary &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;strong&gt;291206&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we spend the very first sec of our monthsary tgt and the very last sec of monthsary tgt.&lt;br /&gt;tt was kinda swt thou.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;and please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T &lt;/strong&gt;spend SO much money getting me things anymore kays.?&lt;br /&gt;dun make my jaw drop agn.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;but i appreciate everything alot.&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; still.&lt;br /&gt;lots.&lt;br /&gt;even thought sometime &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; make me REALLY mad.&lt;br /&gt;and very hurt.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;but well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;dun try to test my limit hurr.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brand new year starts alrd.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope this yr willgoes smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;be it in studies, love, health or anything.&lt;br /&gt;i jus wish for the best.&lt;br /&gt;lookng bck last yr,&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;been with her and end the rs with her on our 1st yr.&lt;br /&gt;i wun say i regret loving her.&lt;br /&gt;instead,&lt;br /&gt;i thank her.&lt;br /&gt;in a way tt i cud realise there is someone else better out there i cud love and love me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies are getting heavier and heavier alrd.&lt;br /&gt;exams ard the corner and worse,&lt;br /&gt;there isnt any study brk.&lt;br /&gt;pout.&lt;br /&gt;and there is nvr ending pjts waiting for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;end of hols,&lt;br /&gt;start of misery.&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite,&lt;br /&gt;gtg and rush my patient education.&lt;br /&gt;first time doinf individual presentation.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it wil be a smooth and successful one.&lt;br /&gt;den 6pm haf to be bck in sch for evening lesson.&lt;br /&gt;shag.&lt;br /&gt;bye everyone.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-2154211063485351722?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/2154211063485351722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=2154211063485351722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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here and there and make it out like tis.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;and it took me like the whole night and so i slpt at 5am in the morn with &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; on the line.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off to batam on sat morn.&lt;br /&gt;and wil be bad hopefully before christmas ( before 12am ) so at least i can countdwn with my gals and all.&lt;br /&gt;and definitely with &lt;strong&gt;*syg&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aww&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;going off is fun but which means i cudnt see &lt;strong&gt;*syg&lt;/strong&gt; for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; &lt;em&gt;pout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt;  better miss me if not ..&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;gtg.&lt;br /&gt;gg ps to buy some stuffs den wil have wrk.&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-28364184.post-1909928800555377049</id><published>2006-12-18T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:46:00.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah.!&lt;br /&gt;its holiday agn.&lt;br /&gt;and im kinda relieved that im not out for clinical at NUH.&lt;br /&gt;mans.&lt;br /&gt;cudnt imagine how it wil be like to go NUH everyday.&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is i can go out for pead clinical with my frens.&lt;br /&gt;great great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks hols.&lt;br /&gt;everyday filled with prog alrd.&lt;br /&gt;gg batam to find tina (like finally) on the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wil be in time to be in spore to count dwn christmas with &lt;strong&gt;*syg&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tok abt &lt;strong&gt;*syg&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; made me so angry and sad hrt broken the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;such a horrible boyfriend can.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;okays la,&lt;br /&gt;its kinda my fault too.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hate times when we argued or smth.&lt;br /&gt;it dun only make me angry but oso make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly,&lt;br /&gt;every mth must go thru tis period of time la.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;but im glad we are fine now.&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;2nd monthsary coming its way.&lt;br /&gt;hope wad we planned will goes on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i "HATE" &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrk ltr.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess it wil be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; doing cb closing too.&lt;br /&gt;and im have ervy as my trainee.&lt;br /&gt;great.!&lt;br /&gt;looking forward,&lt;br /&gt;mind u,&lt;br /&gt;its the first time i looking forward to do cb closing kays.?&lt;br /&gt;and bingbing,&lt;br /&gt;u shud thanks me for giving up my box to u.&lt;br /&gt;hump.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-1909928800555377049?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/1909928800555377049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=1909928800555377049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/1909928800555377049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/1909928800555377049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeah_17.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-376748064280268586</id><published>2006-12-15T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:03:29.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>duh.&lt;br /&gt;how many days have i din update.?&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;super busy with alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual alot of things happens.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met an car accident last wk.&lt;br /&gt;dun worry.&lt;br /&gt;im better alrd.&lt;br /&gt;sch hols starting nxt wk and as usual my schedule are packed alrd.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;i wil wan to make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;be it to enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;to wrk,&lt;br /&gt;or to catch up wad i had missed out in sch.&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sm unhappy things happened too.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wish to rack it up agn.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wish to cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;i jus wan to haf fun fun and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;its time to mit up with shihui.&lt;br /&gt;if nt she will really haunt me la.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;wait for my date babe.!&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darlings too.&lt;br /&gt;felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;like v long din go out with them and all le.&lt;br /&gt;im sry darlings.!&lt;br /&gt;no matter how busy i am,&lt;br /&gt;how rarely we mit,&lt;br /&gt;i swear u gals are the ones i wil nvr forget and nvr failed to miss.&lt;br /&gt;hope i wil be bck in spore on time to count dwn christmas.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;HUGGS you gals all TITE.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS.!&lt;br /&gt;i love christmas.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad,&lt;br /&gt;im like listening to christmas songs now.&lt;br /&gt;but kinda like no atmosphere one.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;gtg prepare for wrk alrd.&lt;br /&gt;tk care everyone and yinjia!&lt;br /&gt;bon voyage and haf a gr8 time at genting alrite.?&lt;br /&gt;misses (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will never make me cry again anymore. dun hurt me anymore okays.?&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/28364184-376748064280268586?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/376748064280268586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=376748064280268586' title='0 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/&gt;will jus summarised those impt things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.11.06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally,&lt;br /&gt;we spent our first monthsary tgt.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;finally i see this day coming.&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;*baby &lt;/strong&gt;for buying me the addidas jacket,&lt;br /&gt;the nice me-to-you bear,&lt;br /&gt;the nice nice card with swt words that really touches my hrt,&lt;br /&gt;the movie which makes me almost puke,&lt;br /&gt;the nice dinner at earle swensen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;*sayang&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i noe alot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;alot of misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;alot of unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;i apologise to everything tt i caused to make everything so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i always feels that everything im at fault.&lt;br /&gt;as in like if i cud be like last time,&lt;br /&gt;i wudnt hurt *&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;ive told &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; as much as i can abt how a person im actually like.&lt;br /&gt;hope &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wil understand me more.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps im really sucks at showing how much i cared and loved &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but trust me,&lt;br /&gt;every single feeling i haf is so real.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;no matter wad bad things might happen to us,&lt;br /&gt;i never thought of giving &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;dun be afraid anymore alrite.?&lt;br /&gt;aku cinta u.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch sucks now.&lt;br /&gt;never felt so stress b4.&lt;br /&gt;those never ending presentations,&lt;br /&gt;those never ending discussions.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;now worse,&lt;br /&gt;plus the probs i encountered in my clinical postings.&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;i wun feel so bad if tt "NURSING MANAGER" dun tok to me in tt way.&lt;br /&gt;dun insult me.&lt;br /&gt;dun humilate me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i wun be so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;hello,&lt;br /&gt;as a NURSING MANAGER,&lt;br /&gt;i think she shud haf enuff patience to explain things to her student,&lt;br /&gt;try all ways to help her students&lt;br /&gt;and NOT insult her student and ask her to get lost jus becoz her student ask a little more.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;can anyone jus understand this feeling.?&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;im gg to lodge a complain on her.&lt;br /&gt;she dun desreve my respect.&lt;br /&gt;even mummy wanted to cum dwn sch to TALK to her.&lt;br /&gt;oh please,&lt;br /&gt;can see how terrible is she.?&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;she gg to post me to NUH to do my peads poasting.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;NUH which is like 2 hrs journey frm my hse.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot hurr.&lt;br /&gt;freak.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i wan to thnx 2 wonderful teacher.&lt;br /&gt;for the help they offered.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;i think tt is how a gd model for all student to follow.&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to all my hols tis sem.&lt;br /&gt;9 wks of postings.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;cudnt imagine how things wil be like.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i still can cope.&lt;br /&gt;stil can handle the stres.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope please,&lt;br /&gt;no more other unneccessary stress and pressure.&lt;br /&gt;and problems.&lt;br /&gt;if not i SURE brk dwn.&lt;br /&gt;im not strong as other think i was.&lt;br /&gt;smtime, wil jus get weary after been so strong for sooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;bye peeps.&lt;br /&gt;off for discussion AGN.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: i miss &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;. i cant see &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; till tmr. boo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-2345126332645504538?l=cthia07.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-28364184.post-6122266685088366994</id><published>2006-11-26T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T08:18:29.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FUCK IT.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK MY LIFE.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-6122266685088366994?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/6122266685088366994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=6122266685088366994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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everytime,&lt;br /&gt;the cynthia that say ok to almost everything,&lt;br /&gt;the cynthia that never gets angry over small small things,&lt;br /&gt;the cynthia that never expect so much frm the other party,&lt;br /&gt;the cynthia that never ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;the cynthia that have super alot of patience.&lt;br /&gt;the cynthia the cynthia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;im weak.&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;but i never wan to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;im pissed by my mum can.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-513563807782873769?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/513563807782873769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=513563807782873769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/513563807782873769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/513563807782873769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wish-things-could-change.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-3547066766553706754</id><published>2006-11-20T00:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:28:26.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now in my room.&lt;br /&gt;sitting in front of the window.&lt;br /&gt;drilling outside.&lt;br /&gt;super noisy.&lt;br /&gt;blust music into my ears with my earpiece.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt wan to hear anything frm outside except the music.&lt;br /&gt;but why am i hearing the cries coming from my hrt.?&lt;br /&gt;and why im feelin the pain inside me.?&lt;br /&gt;shudnt i be happy.?&lt;br /&gt;but why am i cryin while im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had yet our 1 mth.&lt;br /&gt;but ive been cryin and hurting so many times.&lt;br /&gt;oh boy,&lt;br /&gt;do &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; noe its my first time i feel so bad in a just-started rs.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;i wil nvr forget all the happy times we shared.&lt;br /&gt;but y issit tt bad moments are seems to be taking over everything.?&lt;br /&gt;y issit so true tt when things turn bad,&lt;br /&gt;everyone tends to think of the bad things instead of the good ones.?&lt;br /&gt;by doin tis,&lt;br /&gt;its really much more hurting.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;ya,&lt;br /&gt;its smth in human beings.&lt;br /&gt;that no one can change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite i practically cried the whole nite.&lt;br /&gt;cry myself to slp.&lt;br /&gt;it had been quite some time since i did tis.&lt;br /&gt;i think back.&lt;br /&gt;alot alot alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;everything with her.&lt;br /&gt;everything &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;i blame myself for everything.&lt;br /&gt;for hurting the one hu loves me so much.&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;that's &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im so fucking selfish tt i dunno how to understand &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im so fucking stupid to get angry with &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; got &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; reason.&lt;br /&gt;im jus so fucking sucky to be a good girlfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is always this super unpleasant feeling in within me.&lt;br /&gt;the feelin that makes me feels that i dun desreved to be loved so dearly by &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that's telling me that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; shudnt had love me and let me hurt &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wan to lose &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; either.&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; dearly.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i just really dunno how to show.&lt;br /&gt;the selfishness,&lt;br /&gt;the over protection i haf in me.&lt;br /&gt;they are just stopiing me and turning me into a super bad gf.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; tell me.?&lt;br /&gt;i wan to move on and on with &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really want.&lt;br /&gt;i dying to want it.&lt;br /&gt;but if things btw us cant be solved,&lt;br /&gt;we can nvr move on long.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;we are fearing over the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;fearing tt &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will lose me,&lt;br /&gt;i will lose &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i know &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are afraid of getting disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;i really wish one day all these will go away.&lt;br /&gt;and im sure if all these goes away,&lt;br /&gt;we can be really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray.&lt;br /&gt;sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;hardly.&lt;br /&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/28364184-3547066766553706754?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/3547066766553706754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=3547066766553706754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/3547066766553706754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/3547066766553706754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-in-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-116357395849413036</id><published>2006-11-15T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:59:18.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;was suppose to haf bio lect but lecturer on mc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so decided to blog b4 miting jud and head dwn to ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;had been really shag these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yawns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;grandma discharged alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and to tok abt hosp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im like super pissed off by tt fucking lecturer who tok to me the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i felt so insulted can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and as a nursing manager,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i dun think tt is how she shud tok and behave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its like so wad the fuck la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wadeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;jus do wad she wants and i wil jus follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wad to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i stil wan to graduate and be a SN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fcuked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hmmm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;there is things i wan to tok abt regarding rs im having with &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i dunno how to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;all i can sae i noe i love &lt;strong&gt;*him,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i noe i wudnt wan to lose &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; so fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i noe ive been really expecting alot from &lt;strong&gt;*him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i noe its really unfair but i seriously dunno how to stop expecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i really hate myself for tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so much that i wish i cud lose all the memories i had with her last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so i wil stop fearing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stop protecting myself so much which eventually leads me to be more expecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i hate been like tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sry &lt;strong&gt;*syg&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im jus fearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;really fearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yes i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now im afraid tt i will start having this "wadeva" attitude towards someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;someone hu is my close fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;someone i always likes to tok with abt everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but recently alot of things happened to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i tried tellin her wad i can and wad i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but she dun seems to do anything abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or rather maybe she tried but i cant see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and instead getting herself in more trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wish all these erm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wun say rusbbish but annoying problems wil end soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im someone like tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tried changing but i cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and i din wan too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;becoz been someone hu is not really myself is so tiring and so fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dun u all think so.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wad had happened to me.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime i wonder if asking for pure happiness and troublefree are smth impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-116357395849413036?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/116357395849413036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=116357395849413036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116357395849413036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116357395849413036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-suppose-to-haf-bio-lect-but.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-116331823074661584</id><published>2006-11-12T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:57:10.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now rotting at home till its time to go wrk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im having a serious cramp now la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wonder how am i gg to survive thru my eos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;things are nt very nice these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i think alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;alot for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;alot for &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i noe very clearly that i love *&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and i noe very clearly that i doesnt want to lose &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i jus keep thinkin and feeling that ever since i enter &lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; seems to be so physically tired and stressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it hurts to see &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; like tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and the only solution to it is to leave &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i noe it wil be bad for both of us becoz we feel for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i dunno how to say but i just wish everything wil be fine becoz i needed &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i need *him becoz i love *him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;finally i understand tis phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; is the reason i realised all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i cant tk it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the pain is killin me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-116331823074661584?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/116331823074661584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=116331823074661584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116331823074661584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116331823074661584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-rotting-at-home-till-its-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-116306562909837030</id><published>2006-11-09T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:47:09.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SOON YINJIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;finally 18 le hurr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can buy drink le hur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;enjoy ur day todae.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ytd went to celebrate my dear yinjia's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ate kenny rogger and its really yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;den i showed it off to &lt;strong&gt;*syg&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;too bad &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; wrking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cant eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;went to esplanade after tt to tk some fotos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i realised the scenery over there at nite is like as if u were at hong kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;den we head dwn to ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;they left for home and i went to fetch &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;realise tt i really cant like dun see &lt;strong&gt;*syg &lt;/strong&gt;for one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i find it super weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and obviously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im seeing &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; later after my evening class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;see if &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; will to be late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shall think of a punishment for &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; for been late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;brain stucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dunno wad else to blog alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i hate &lt;strong&gt;MR HARY.&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/28364184-116306562909837030?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/116306562909837030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=116306562909837030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116306562909837030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116306562909837030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-happy-birthday-to-soon-yinjia.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-116291957448917563</id><published>2006-11-08T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:13:54.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shud i say today is a good day or shud i say its a bad one.?&lt;br /&gt;i cried tis early morn.&lt;br /&gt;and frm it i realise how much &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; actually means to me.&lt;br /&gt;i din realise this is how much i wanted from &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; super close attention to my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*his&lt;/strong&gt; sensativity towards my feelings and all.&lt;br /&gt;and i din realise this is how much i wanted &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; to be in my life.&lt;br /&gt;maybe there is nth call forever but as long as i cud hold &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; in my life.&lt;br /&gt;as long as i am allowed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meeting with &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; during my brk was nt good at first.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of unhappiness,&lt;br /&gt;pissed-ness,&lt;br /&gt;disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;i jus hate-d them all.&lt;br /&gt;but im glad everything was alrite after tt.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sgy&lt;/strong&gt; i really hope you will kip ur wrds when u said it. i really dun like the disappointment i haf frm you. it hurts me. sorry for the expectation. i know its kinda unfair to you somehow but i dunno how to stop expecting. im really trying real hard. gif me time alrite.? i wish we cud pass tis 1 month smoothly. after which, things wil be in place better and nicer for both you and me. promise, we will say things out whenever things goes wrong. okays.? aku cinta kau. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to lose ALOT of fats.&lt;br /&gt;shugs.&lt;br /&gt;im like getting fatter and fatter and im getting really irritated by those irritating fats on my body.&lt;br /&gt;tennis.!&lt;br /&gt;i wan to lose weight.!&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/28364184-116291957448917563?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/116291957448917563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=116291957448917563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116291957448917563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116291957448917563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/11/shud-i-say-today-is-good-day-or-shud-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-116282221687351521</id><published>2006-11-06T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:10:19.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.!!&lt;br /&gt;im finally back after mia-ing for like how many donkey years.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;so how's everyone.?!&lt;br /&gt;back to sch alrd rite.?&lt;br /&gt;and so do i.&lt;br /&gt;today was my first day and im super so not used to it la.&lt;br /&gt;so weird returning home SOO early.&lt;br /&gt;esp i cant spend time with &lt;strong&gt;*him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% suprised %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is a &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt; now hurr.?&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;yupp,&lt;br /&gt;im with a GUY now.&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful guy i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; showed me what is love abt ALL over agn.&lt;br /&gt;every little things &lt;strong&gt;*he&lt;/strong&gt; touches me so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;and let me realised tt i deserved someone better,&lt;br /&gt;someone knows how to love me better.&lt;br /&gt;and this wonderful person is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Hary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; im missing you now can &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad that mummy allows us tgt.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my dearest sis, jacqueline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you really helped me alot tis time round.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank god i noe u since i was 1yr old and thank god mummy trust u so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;and oso thank my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;for helping me say out how i feel deeply and "psycho" my mum in accepting tis whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;thanks thanks.!&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my past,&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt forget.&lt;br /&gt;the good and the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;at least once in my life,&lt;br /&gt;i knew i loved someone like her so deeply before.&lt;br /&gt;and wad i can showered her with i alrd did.&lt;br /&gt;all i just wish everything are worthwhile for the whole 1 yr im with her.&lt;br /&gt;and wishes her all the best.&lt;br /&gt;be it in her career or love or health.&lt;br /&gt;eat more.!&lt;br /&gt;you are still as skinny as before.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;thanks and u wil always be my kor.&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;gonna wrk hard tis sem.&lt;br /&gt;i dread rpting modules.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk can.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;and im trying soo hard to change my lifestyle back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;no stayin out late.&lt;br /&gt;no drinking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;no shopping as and when i wan.&lt;br /&gt;worst,&lt;br /&gt;no spending LOTS of time with &lt;strong&gt;*him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;sounds boring.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;gtg and wrk out my time table.&lt;br /&gt;nites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you are the one i belongs to. i want to. always. as long as i could.. . LOVES .&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/28364184-116282221687351521?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/116282221687351521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=116282221687351521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116282221687351521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116282221687351521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-116063908039778265</id><published>2006-10-12T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:44:40.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>din have alot time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;so i just come and say hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;im happy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps o really no nid to say sorry but i stil want to.&lt;br /&gt;moreover &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;are someone i really really did love ALOT before.&lt;br /&gt;want to know where &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; stand now.?&lt;br /&gt;its alrd deep in my hrt tt i cudnt get rid of alrd.&lt;br /&gt;so i wil always rem &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;rem tt i did loved &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; before.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks syg.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt be so great if i din haf u ard.&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate EVERYTHING u did for me.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i wil try my best to trust u.&lt;br /&gt;all i nid now is time.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to turn back str8 completely.&lt;br /&gt;hope u understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me the life i desreve.&lt;br /&gt;i pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-116063908039778265?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/116063908039778265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=116063908039778265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116063908039778265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/116063908039778265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/10/din-have-alot-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115972561524529563</id><published>2006-10-02T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:00:15.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;going for a 3 days 2 nites chalet agn at sentosa.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yeah.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;drink drink drink.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yeah.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my first time to wild wild wet.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i have been tryin really hard to be busy with alot alot of things and reach home really EARLY in the morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is tis the life i wan.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but im likin it slowly and i wudnt wan to change it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sorry if i really neglected &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;seriously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im tryin how see how life it wud be really without &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after wad happen tt nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i no longer hold high hopes anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;becoz whenever im holdin on to any high hopes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i will be fallin even bad-der.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do i really deserves all these.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sometime i thinks if &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; really loves me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wudnt even bear to do a single things tt hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i might sound like complaining now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tis is how i feel and wad i had been thinkin abt these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when was the last time i seen &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and when will be the next time i will see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;perhaps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;till i really can noe how life is realli like without &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i dun wan anymore hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wan love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the love i deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i really wish &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wud tell me tis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" i need you because i love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i love you because i need you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; see the difference.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to my mr nice guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thanks alot alot alot for being there for me since tt very day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;everything you did really touches me and i realli appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the sudden brkfast u brought to my place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the worry when i start to cry these nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the worry when i start drinking these nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im sure u had really seen the ugly sight of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i dun mind showin all my ugly sides becoz i noe u are someone hu can accept me as hu i am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dun mind even me been once a lesbian or even a lesbain for the rest of my life or rather i shud sae been a bisexual as i grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not forcing me anything or wad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;really thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IF ever there is one day we wud be tgt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i hope my family ppl cud accept u as a malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i really wish they will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mr. hary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;much of appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wish i cud find the answer to everything im goin thru now. im not happy as you guys thot i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115972561524529563?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115972561524529563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115972561524529563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115972561524529563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115972561524529563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-for-3-days-2-nites-chalet-agn-at.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115899484212672420</id><published>2006-09-23T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:00:42.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lose the one dearest to me.&lt;br /&gt;i lose the one my hrt beat for.&lt;br /&gt;i lose the one hu is the reason smile for.&lt;br /&gt;i lose the one hu is alrd part of my life for a yr.&lt;br /&gt;i lose the one i nvr blow up before.&lt;br /&gt;i lose the one i love no matter how bad &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; treats me.&lt;br /&gt;i lose that one and only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me i deserve &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; doing all these to me.&lt;br /&gt;am i.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to anni.&lt;br /&gt;and at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;i lose &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck my life.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115899484212672420?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115899484212672420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115899484212672420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115899484212672420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115899484212672420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-lose-one-dearest-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115875906386192833</id><published>2006-09-20T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:31:03.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im lost.&lt;br /&gt;once all over agn.&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel the distance.?&lt;br /&gt;cant things stay like it was the past 1 mth.?&lt;br /&gt;i want to see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115875906386192833?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115875906386192833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115875906386192833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115875906386192833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115875906386192833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115860690865414639</id><published>2006-09-19T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T12:15:08.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it had been some time since i last feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it had been some time since &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; treat me this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it had been some time since i closed my eyes and i start tearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it had been some time since i feel so hurt by everything &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; says to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dear&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; stop doing all these to me agn.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;please dun let me suffer all over agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;please dun let me adapt to ur attitude agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so badly tis time becoz im so used to the nicest of &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and i dun expect &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;to do all these to me agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;our 1st yr is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i want to spend it with &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so much that im planing things now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; rem it.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; noe my tears are dropping agn for &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; noe how i pass my day today.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; know how much i hate feeling this way.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how much i hate crying.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what's wrong now.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what did i do this time that i caused &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; to treat me tis way agn.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;am i to blame to deserve all these.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i really wish its just a one day thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i hope tmr, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;everything wil be alrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i dun wan to cont tis way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i swear i will get into depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and please not at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wan to pass my sup paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; see  how u means to me.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how actually &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; can affect me in one way or another.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i need &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yes i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so dun leave me at this very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tell and show me im jus thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wish to see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but im oso prepared to miss &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; more with &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im tired but i still want to move on with it jus becoz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i love *you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;too much.&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/28364184-115860690865414639?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115860690865414639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115860690865414639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115860690865414639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115860690865414639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-had-been-some-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115851116859601250</id><published>2006-09-18T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:39:30.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;where are &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i so much wanted to see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; told me to wait till &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wake up and go over &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but till now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i din hear any single thing from &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im kinda disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hope &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; had rest well in these 24 hrs of slp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;more to blog but not in the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i dun wan to feel so empty agn, please &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&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/28364184-115851116859601250?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115851116859601250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115851116859601250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115851116859601250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115851116859601250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115822086178296914</id><published>2006-09-14T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:01:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;back from my 3 days  2 nites chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it was great.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; was great too.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; came on the first ntie to slp over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im so happy tt &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; can get along with my frens.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*you.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its really nice to see everyone gets tgt and haf fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;all managers turned up except elynn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wad a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im glad tt my marinated chicken wasnt tt bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is nice rite.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and the prawns i made was damn nice la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahas.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;went red house at nite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wad a waste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i din go in becoz of smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;seems like i gt no chance to go in anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3rd time there 3 times i cudnt go in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no more gg there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;humpf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;din really get to slp becoz of the musical fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;those hu stayed over noe wad im tryin to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and i think im one of the musical instruments too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahs.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so ytd i reached home i slpt all the way til dinner time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;den after tt slpt at 10 plus all the way til tis afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now im having a split headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;probaly too much slp and oso a little of hang over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me and meilan drank quite alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we finish 3/4 of the bracavi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and i swear i prefer absolute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahas.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but weiting and meilan says my mixing is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tyty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we played hai dai quan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;towards the end me and meilan was tipsy n i bet i made alot of ppl laughed when playing with meilan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;get myself prepared for another chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gg over dia's birthday chalet with &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yeah.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;anoother nite with &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, girl.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;some ppl come some ppl leave. no matter wad may happen, i will nvr forget i once had alot of fun with u. u wil find someone better, someone hu deserve ur love, someone hu noe how to appreciate u nore than i do. she wil be the one u lookin for. perhaps its not me. u noe it well, i noe it better. move on, u wil be happier. and dun forget, u gt me here. as ur buddy, as ur "twin" since we haf the same birthday. (: tk care wee wee.!&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/28364184-115822086178296914?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115822086178296914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115822086178296914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115822086178296914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115822086178296914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-from-my-3-days-2-nites-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115789997719204802</id><published>2006-09-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:52:57.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.!&lt;br /&gt;im back.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super lazy to update la.&lt;br /&gt;but ya,&lt;br /&gt;im gg for a 3 days 2 nite chalet tmr.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to enjoy to the max.&lt;br /&gt;i wish &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; will cum tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; kinda hurt me by &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; words jus now.&lt;br /&gt;those false hope.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;wun take it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im searching.&lt;br /&gt;desperately.&lt;br /&gt;for the feeling i kinda lost it and missed.&lt;br /&gt;i wan find back the closeness.&lt;br /&gt;be it physically or emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;the closeness we used to have for the past 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;our first yr coming.&lt;br /&gt;im excited.!&lt;br /&gt;i wan to be with &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling all the love frm &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelin bad.&lt;br /&gt;shall leave.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; i wish &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will turn up tmr.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115789997719204802?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115789997719204802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115789997719204802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115789997719204802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115789997719204802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115769927555750241</id><published>2006-09-08T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:43:41.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the day before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;met darlings and colleagues for movie marathon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thanks ah low for the free show to the host. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it was damn great and i scared my eye candy and aloy by screamin abit loud and i nudged eye candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;luaghs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;aloy me and ah yew.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00087.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00087.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;stupid hubby giving that stupid face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00084.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00084.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                                     darling jia and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00083.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00083.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                                darling bing and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00078.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00078.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ytd met shihui x.mark joyce peiting and ray to choir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mr liew stil as nice as b4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lunch was on him and it was GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                        my dearest choir girls. LOVEs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/%3F%3F%3F%3FmEm%3F%3F%3F%3F-0111.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                BEST choir conductor.! daddy LIEW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00096.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;darling mark and me.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00092.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;used to be this swt hurr boy.? (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00094.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00094.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelin bad recently.&lt;br /&gt;althout i reall really enjoy the life im having now but somehow,&lt;br /&gt;things arent tt great as i thot it was.&lt;br /&gt;i hate losing frens becoz of love.&lt;br /&gt;i hate rumours kip goin ard.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when my fren is been pulled dwn into the shit tt gt nth to with him.&lt;br /&gt;*im sorry yew*&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;how long will this matter last.&lt;br /&gt;when will everything's dwn and everyone are back to like how we were when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;i wish u haf nvr noe me so u wun be sufferin and i wun be hurting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;and tt includes u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is alot of things to blog but nt really in the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;so ya,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ur day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115769927555750241?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115769927555750241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115769927555750241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115769927555750241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115769927555750241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/09/updating.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115747957707215476</id><published>2006-09-06T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:06:17.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hey everyone.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now im still in gv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sebas and wee doin last round of detailed cleaning and im in ofc chatting wif ah low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and im dwn with a serious bad flu now and its realli driving me crazy can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;candy bard closing was stil alrite aside tt i slam tt metal door in my rt 3 fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how careless can i be la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;last nite or rather tis morn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i did detailed cleaning till 6 plus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;slack in ofc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lied on eye candy's leg and almost fall aslp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its kinda swt la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and pls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if YOU are tryin to spike me with tt gal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im sry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wasnt jealous at all but it jus kinda turned me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wadeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;den went home to slp at like 10 and woke up at 2 for wrk at 420.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im stil so alert now can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PLEASE KIP IN MIND THAT WE ARE NTH AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I DUN THINK U GT ANY RIGHTS TO SAY MY DARLING AND TOK TO HER LIKE AS IF U CARE SO MUCH FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;U ARE JUS TRYIN TO MALKE HER ANGRY AND UPSET,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;N ME TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DUN EVER THINK WAD U DO CAN MAKE ME HAPPIER AND LET ME FEEL LIKE IM PROTECTED,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WELL, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I CAN TELL U THAT I DUN NID IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THINGS HAD PAST AND WADS THE FUCKIN PROB WITH U THAT U GT TO BRING IT UP AGN AND HURT HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LEAVE HER AND LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;think he had alrd hit my limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my highest limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it had been so long since i last blew up and felt so irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i dun nid care and concern that wil lead me to further trouble instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if u cant accept that im tis friendly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;den jolly well leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and stop using other gal to spike me u are not hurting me but u are hurting urself and the gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;get me.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;*gf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wonder when will i get to see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tmr im busy with my frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hopefully i can mit &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wan to see&lt;strong&gt; *her&lt;/strong&gt; more.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ah yew.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thanks for ur banana milk.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wan dutch lady plain milk.!&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115747957707215476?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115747957707215476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115747957707215476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115747957707215476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115747957707215476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115710990609367454</id><published>2006-09-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T04:27:43.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;busy days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;happy days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fastrated days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ucked up days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, these are the days i had since mon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;boo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i think im still coping well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in life, we gain and wil lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so ya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wad else can i ask for more.? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can be mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can be stubborn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can be unreasonable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; can be loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can show my attitude when u hits my limits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can hate u even if u did nth much to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as long i dun think u are nice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u disgusted me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wil despite u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, tis is me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if u dun like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dun bother to try likin it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im someone hu hates to be controlled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i believe that i gt my rights to tok to anyone and to be close with anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;be it guy or gals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so wad if im cr8, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and ive a *&lt;strong&gt;gf.?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i noe my limits and i noe hu is the one i REALLY love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and that's only &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wan to respect u and i want to be respected too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i jus loved been br8 and been more open than normal gals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im jus too used to the environment i had these yrs in poly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and yes, that's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;im tried of arguing and giving attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;im hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;u are too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;becoz we are the exact same date babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so if u wan to stop all these, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;u gotta gif in becoz im used to be given in to and i wun wan to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;moreover, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;u are a guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sry, tis is my mentality of a guy and a gal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;seriously, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;STOP being paraniod, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and things will be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and there is no nid of running away frm ur feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;becoz in the end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the one tt wil be utterly hurt is u not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no one knows ur feelings better than u, urself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so if by saying those decieving wrds to me makes u feels better, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;go ahead becoz its u tt wil be hurt in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i wun n cant do anything to stop it either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;well, u nid to noe how to handle ur own feelings better before loving someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;if not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;everything will just falls apart and i wun be the one on the losing side. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and i dun wish this will happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so.. u noe wad to do.?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ytd i had a gr8 gr8 day.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my new PL.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;berls, i LOVE u to bits.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;smucks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;grins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went bck NVSS wif rach and ping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met sm teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;glad tt they stil rems us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and mama chia.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y u go on course at tis time.?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;boo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss u la.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;miss shouting "mama chia" infront of everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went ps, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;had a hair cut AGN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met mel after tt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stil as handsome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love her too la.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nvr fail to cheer me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;waited for eye candy to fin box,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;helped him thru the closing part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;grins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was suppose to watch movie but due to sm reason which i dun wan to rack it up agn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we end up drinkin outside 7-11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dunno wad happen to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i get high so easily ytd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe becoz of my fucked up mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;grins. but was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get to know minyew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nice guy i must sae. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;grins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okays, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gtg mit &lt;strong&gt;*gf.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eappies.! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my stupid ex. laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/200/DSC00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;darling shihui n me.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/200/DSC00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jr corine and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/200/DSC00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my fav eng teacher. mrs gibson.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/200/DSC00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rachel. me. meiping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/200/DSC00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shen jun and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/200/DSC00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;berls PL. iloveher.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/200/DSC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eye candy. yewyew. CUTE.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/200/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i jus simply love her la. (x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/200/DSC00039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115710990609367454?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115710990609367454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115710990609367454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115710990609367454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115710990609367454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/09/busy-days.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115678837315722063</id><published>2006-08-29T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:06:13.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;had a busy weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wrk wrk and wrk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;darling yinjia and bing went genting today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sad can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i miss them la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;faster come back.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;first time we din go overseas tgt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i find it so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wad shud i say abt todae.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can i say it was a fucked up day.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but its not really becoz had great time with eye candy todae. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and aloy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i stil find it kinda fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not gg to say much on it if not i wil jus blow up agn and i doesnt wan it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;one thing i wan to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;please dun come and bother about me if u are just tryin to pull me and eye candy tgt or jus to spike me with smth or sm one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;go ahead and do things tt u think u will be happier with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;u think its good for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we are just not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thanks eye candy for been there to kinda cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;u are cute la.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahas.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hope to wrk tgt agn n we can crap agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahas.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as for things between me and &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;everything is fine i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but there is this weird feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this feeling coming frm me which i doesnt like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;are we really distant abit.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or we are just getting into a matured rs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when we no longer misses each other so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no longer wanted to mit each other so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and the love is still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i suppose.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how long cud we last like tis.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wish it wil be long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i seriously doesnt wan to try to get used to another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its soo tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; is gd enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if we really were to end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; will be the last person hu i will wan to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;UNLESS there is someone else out there can give me more than i can give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;fcuked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115678837315722063?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115678837315722063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115678837315722063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115678837315722063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115678837315722063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello_29.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115644055243277001</id><published>2006-08-25T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T11:17:25.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind the hazel eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;by kelly clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like just yesterday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You&lt;/strong&gt; were a part of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to stand so tall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to be so strong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Your&lt;/strong&gt; arms around me tight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything, it felt so right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I can't breathe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I can't sleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm barely hanging on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am, once again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm torn into pieces &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just thought *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; were the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken up, deep inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; won't get to see the tears I cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told&lt;strong&gt; *you&lt;/strong&gt; everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opened up and let &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You&lt;/strong&gt; made me feel alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For once in my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now all that's left of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what I pretend to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So together, but so broken up inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I can't breathe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swallow me then spit me out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For hating *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, I blame myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing you it kills me now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my one and only:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wish *&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;could see what *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;those nights when i earn for *&lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; touch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;for comfort to let me know i am safe from harm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; seem so distant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i can only sense *&lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; presence in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have i changed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;am i asking too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just to be loved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just asked to be held in *&lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; arms is all i ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just to see *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; even for the littlest of time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just to see *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that is enough to make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what are the measures I have to go to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to show my true affection to *&lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;are *you so afraid of commitment.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; seem to run away when i need *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; the most, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it is just not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i am tired, weary and gotten old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;trying to make *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;should I just give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but its not true that i do not love *&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;any less, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh i do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so much but what is the point when all my love goes untouched, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;never felt by the one i give it up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unappreciated, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that is how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;show me *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks colt for writing out my feelings inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love u gal&lt;/em&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/28364184-115644055243277001?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115644055243277001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dear&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why are &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; always not there when i needed.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why are &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; not willing to give up some of &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;r time that will be spending on bed to just acc me for a fast dinner.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; know how disappointed i was just now when i recieve that kind of reply frm &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i noe i should be understanding enough that i &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are tired after a day wrk,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but somehow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; shoudl sacrifice abit for me.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;issit too much from me.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dunno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry if i am been so unreasonable here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes &lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smtime i just wish this much that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will be there when i needed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can the thoughtfulness of &lt;strong&gt;*yours&lt;/strong&gt; when we started off be bck.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish it will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i can be more careless than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i rem my paper's date wrongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i was suppose to haf HS1082 like later of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i wrote on my calender tt is on fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lucky pris called to asked smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if not i think i will be like dead meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thanks pris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;julian is a ms nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;always thot she is those kind of bung hu is like damn dao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;she is nice after the conver in msn jus nw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;off to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nite everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115635457626675879?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115635457626675879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115635457626675879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115635457626675879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115635457626675879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/dear-why-are-you-always-not-there-when.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115626546987642640</id><published>2006-08-23T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:07:21.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;define love.&lt;br /&gt;define care.&lt;br /&gt;define happiness.&lt;br /&gt;define what is meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; true self.&lt;br /&gt;show me &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; heart.&lt;br /&gt;show me that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; still love.&lt;br /&gt;show me that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; still care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate it when i start feeling the distance.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate it when i start feeling the coldness.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate it when i start feeling the ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant things stay like last week.&lt;br /&gt;times were really great.!&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;and im starting to love them and wudnt want it to stop at all.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so close to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i felt &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; misses.&lt;br /&gt;the tone on the fone and the way &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; msged me were so swt and heart feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i love them.!&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;cont pls.&lt;br /&gt;always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;strong&gt;*you.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish one day &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will read all these. all these days, months of my feelings deep inside. the feelings &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; nvr noe, i nvr mentioned. will &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; understand me a little more.? im just like a baby, a little kid, hu wants to be coax, to be loved and cared. i want to smile. evryday, every moment of my life. esp in front of &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;. and the only person can bring the most beautiful smile to me is &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;. have &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; ever noe about it.? just 3 simple words, i wil smile. i love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;. so much. that im fearing. i am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&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/28364184-115626546987642640?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115626546987642640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115626546987642640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115626546987642640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115626546987642640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/define-love.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115626405706012502</id><published>2006-08-23T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:27:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i couldnt stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when my emotions over take everything.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so helpless now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;where is the person i nid.?&lt;br /&gt;where is &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;why am i feelin the distance between us now.&lt;br /&gt;what had went wrong this time.?&lt;br /&gt;am i thinkin too much agn.?&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to slp.&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;dear&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i need &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; so badly now.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115626405706012502?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115626405706012502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115626405706012502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115626405706012502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115626405706012502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115618145327347686</id><published>2006-08-22T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:32:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Just a gentle whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Told me that *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;'re gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Leaving only memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Where did we go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;I couldn't find the words then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;So let me say them now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm still in love with *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Tell me that *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Tell me that *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Tell me that &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;And I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;I'll be there waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will always love*&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;I will always stay true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;There's no one who loves *&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;like i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Come to me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will never leave&lt;strong&gt; *you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will stay here with *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Through the good and bad I will stand true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm in love with *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Now we're here together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Yesterday has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Life is just beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Close to *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I promise to *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;I will always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I give my all to *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Living life without *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;is more than I can bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Hold me close forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'll be there for *&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hold me closer&lt;br /&gt;Our love is forever&lt;br /&gt;Holding us together&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world can stop us now&lt;br /&gt;Not in the future&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; cud really see the true love inside me.&lt;br /&gt;the love i nvr thought of giving it to anyone else anymore.&lt;br /&gt;if even there is this day we have to bid farewell,&lt;br /&gt;i wud nvr love the others like how i had for &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;have been thinkin alot.&lt;br /&gt;and im clear my feelings for &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; told me,&lt;br /&gt;smtime things i can solve myself.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;i believe i cud.&lt;br /&gt;but all i need now is &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; love and support.&lt;br /&gt;telling me that no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; will always be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; do so.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;bio paper today was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;screwed.&lt;br /&gt;sub paper.&lt;br /&gt;i hate failing.&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i tried hard tis time.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115618145327347686?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115618145327347686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115618145327347686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115618145327347686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115618145327347686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-gentle-whisper-told-me-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115613673128475917</id><published>2006-08-21T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:05:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate to miss.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to miss &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; sooo much and i cudnt say anything.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;so much that i wish i wil jus stop breathing.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so saffocated.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of ctaching my breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; do &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; noe how much i miss u.&lt;br /&gt;so out of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;i want to hear from &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are not goin to me,&lt;br /&gt;not going to hurt me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit im weak.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit tt words like last nite can hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to cry over things like tis.&lt;br /&gt;dun i deserve things better than these.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt so fucked up nw.&lt;br /&gt;so so so fcuked up.&lt;br /&gt;i wan a brk.&lt;br /&gt;a long brk.&lt;br /&gt;be it i wud even gets into coma.&lt;br /&gt;i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt; i needed &lt;strong&gt;*you. &lt;/strong&gt;so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115613673128475917?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115613673128475917/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>well,&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to slp by now becoz i haf to wake up like at 7 tmr.?&lt;br /&gt;but dunno y,&lt;br /&gt;im jus feelin this low.&lt;br /&gt;i cudnt help thinkin of unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;i noe i miss &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like alot.&lt;br /&gt;damn alot.&lt;br /&gt;outta sudden.&lt;br /&gt;even thou i just like &lt;strong&gt;met *&lt;/strong&gt;her an hr ago.&lt;br /&gt;and im gg to spend the rest of the day after the family day with *&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing ppl ard me are brkin up with their love ones.&lt;br /&gt;im fearing.&lt;br /&gt;i wudnt wan to end with &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; agn.&lt;br /&gt;not agn.&lt;br /&gt;but sigh.&lt;br /&gt;we haf to.&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days,&lt;br /&gt;things between us are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; treating me so well.&lt;br /&gt;so much better than im getting used to it agn.&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid tt one day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wud jus t attitude me agn and all.&lt;br /&gt;i think i wudnt noe how to tk it agn.&lt;br /&gt;man,&lt;br /&gt;im fearing.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does everyone need to lose their impt ones in order to learn to treasure them.?&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be too late.&lt;br /&gt;if there's a way bck,&lt;br /&gt;its fine.&lt;br /&gt;but wad if there isnt any a single chance anymore.?&lt;br /&gt;will we regret.?&lt;br /&gt;i noe i will.&lt;br /&gt;definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;emo agn.&lt;br /&gt;im tryin so hard to hold bck my tears tonite.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i wudnt let them falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby&lt;/strong&gt;, i love &lt;strong&gt;*you. &lt;/strong&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; feel it.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115600745432031807?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115600745432031807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115600745432031807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115600745432031807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115600745432031807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-im-suppose-to-slp-by-now-becoz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115588479051706616</id><published>2006-08-18T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:06:30.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nice blogskin hurr.?&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry if i hurt u indirectly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dun let it affect u okays.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;studies more impt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to study.&lt;br /&gt;byes.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115588479051706616?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115588479051706616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115588479051706616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115588479051706616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115588479051706616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/nice-blogskin-hurr.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115574761089338185</id><published>2006-08-17T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:03:48.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as stars shine down from heaven &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the rivers run into the sea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til the end of time forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my life You're all that matters &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my eyes the only truth I see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my hopes and dreams have shattered &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one that's there for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I found You I was blessed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will never leave You, I need You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine me without You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be lost and so confused &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't last a day, I'd be afraid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without You there to see me through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine me without You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, You know it's just impossible &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of You, it's all brand new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life is now worthwhile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't imagine me without You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You caught me I was falling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're love lifted me back on my feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was like You heard me calling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You rush to set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an awesome song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagine me without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnx to berl and&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;noe you are facing some little probs.&lt;br /&gt;dun be upset.&lt;br /&gt;u gt me.&lt;br /&gt;my ears are always here to listen n my hugs to be given.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;thou u are at bukit panjang and im at hougang.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;cheer up swts.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;i did imagine how it wud be like without &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldnt want to noe the ans so far.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to love&lt;strong&gt; *you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-28364184.post-115557159615664414</id><published>2006-08-15T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:06:36.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays.&lt;br /&gt;exams nxt week.&lt;br /&gt;there is alot to memorise for bio.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for sunday.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;reason.?&lt;br /&gt;secrets.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no matter wat.&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are stil true and strong.&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115557159615664414?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115557159615664414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115557159615664414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115557159615664414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115557159615664414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/okays.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115528386577950389</id><published>2006-08-11T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:11:05.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are some more pics but i cudnt upload them.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;but overall.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yinjia meibing sinyi lynnette mellissa jessica jinn pamela weiting andyO brian victor yiwen yocksoon ramlan yewyew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for turning up ytd for the dinner and movie.&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;judith ivy yana jacq joyce mala siti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the flowers, tarts, presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;berline weekiat yewyew *tt guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the puzzle and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvr forget my best&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yiwen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the biggest boquet of roses i ever recieved.&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me brother &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sebas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the tigger with pampers.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who wishes me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks all swts.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; for coming over in the morning and slp hurr.&lt;br /&gt;luaghs.&lt;br /&gt;now stil slpin la.&lt;br /&gt;im hungry le.!&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best birthday ever.&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone.&lt;br /&gt;sry if miss out anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;but i appreciate everything.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WEEKIAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its his birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115528386577950389?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115528386577950389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115528386577950389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115528386577950389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going to go into details of my celebration today.&lt;br /&gt;my fotos wil show it all.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;to be updated*&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115523240436868295?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115523240436868295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115523240436868295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115523240436868295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115523240436868295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-going-to-go-into-details-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115503115160323681</id><published>2006-08-08T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T02:59:11.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.!&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;was busy with sch projects, exams and work.&lt;br /&gt;busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda love tis type of life.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;sry &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; today i abandoned &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; to go to wrk.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;see &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;tmr alrite.?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite alot of things happen to me reacently.&lt;br /&gt;there is one thing i will like to say to someone.&lt;br /&gt;dunno if he wil get to read tis but ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;im glad i found a fren like u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;someone with EXACTLY same birthday as me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;born in the same hosp too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;its reali hard to find someone like tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;like 1 out of the 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i enjoy ur accompany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i enjoy msging with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i enjoy wrking with u too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;but there is one thing i dun enjoy is to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;silly boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;u noe im not str8,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;u noe im att,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;u noe i dunno how to trust guys anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;y u stil wan to get urself into tis.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i noe i gt no rights to blame u or what so ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;but i wish i wil stop hurting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;tell me wad i can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i noe u dun feel gd kip making fun of me and my eye candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sm more he is ur gd fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;so wil u stop it n dun hurt ur self anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i dun wan to feel awkward in future in facing u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i wan to be close frens with u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;jus like how u n berline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;im sure we can be gd frens like tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;alrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i cant accept ur feelings for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; still stands a bery impt place in my hrt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and i stil dun wan to gif up tt place for someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;not for a guy i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;no matter wat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;u are still the impt boy-friend i love to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SORRY.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to wrk.&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115503115160323681?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115503115160323681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115503115160323681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115503115160323681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115503115160323681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115468404947940512</id><published>2006-08-04T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T02:34:09.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emo away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the life i deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are badly missed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115468404947940512?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115468404947940512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115468404947940512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115468404947940512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115468404947940512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/emo-away.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115453725301952580</id><published>2006-08-03T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T09:47:33.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to see my &lt;strong&gt;*gf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like so desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; feeling the same way.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when wil i get to see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo away-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115453725301952580?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115453725301952580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115453725301952580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115453725301952580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115453725301952580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-my-gf.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115448783480309402</id><published>2006-08-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:06:34.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was suppose to mit my clique to wrk on our elective web page.&lt;br /&gt;BUT end up realizing tt my lappy doesnt haf the front page software.&lt;br /&gt;wad a lousy lappy it is la.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;so they went to e plaza to do but i cant bcoz of my nxt discussion.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like im a little busy woman.&lt;br /&gt;like as thou i haf lots of mitings to attend.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite was seriously a bad bad nite.&lt;br /&gt;alrite.&lt;br /&gt;im the one hu make it bad i think.&lt;br /&gt;its my fault tt i dun even gif the basic trust to &lt;strong&gt;*gf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i noe i shud had trust &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; when u say tt the truth im gg to noe wun hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cud really trust &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; like 100%.&lt;br /&gt;or even more than that.&lt;br /&gt;but im just afraid that i wil be hurt in one way or another when my trust were taken for granted. alot of things happen all tis while that makes me dunno how to trust.&lt;br /&gt;not only &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; but to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;im getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;but im doin is to protect myself.&lt;br /&gt;i want to kip a perfrct image of &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; in my hrt.&lt;br /&gt;maybe when the truth is out,&lt;br /&gt;everything were fine,&lt;br /&gt;it wil gain all the trust in me of &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still,&lt;br /&gt;i get myself prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wil understand the fear in me.&lt;br /&gt;and like i swear-ed,&lt;br /&gt;i wun asked &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; anymore things regarding tt.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to end up quarrelin with &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if ever i commited a sin, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if ever i break my biggest promise to everyone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will i be forgiven.? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will there be someone hu wil understand the reason of my doings.? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met PL ytd in sch.&lt;br /&gt;its like a mth plus since we met can.&lt;br /&gt;we almost cudnt recoginse each other.&lt;br /&gt;her hair is long now and she cudnt recognise me becoz my face like smaller.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;we had a gd chat.&lt;br /&gt;really a good one.&lt;br /&gt;i miss tokin to her la.&lt;br /&gt;and we missed holding hands in town.&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHS.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all ur encouragements and all.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/1600/DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5360/3004/320/DSC00015.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;my one and only PL. LOVEs. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will i see &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; today.?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115448783480309402?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115448783480309402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115448783480309402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115448783480309402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115448783480309402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/was-suppose-to-mit-my-clique-to-wrk-on.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115443541622906607</id><published>2006-08-01T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:30:16.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today time pass fast.&lt;br /&gt;str8 lessons frm 11 to 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;tired can.&lt;br /&gt;thnx girlfriend for buyin my burger if not i think i wud had fainted.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to mit &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; today but ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; gt OT and&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; cant mk it to mit me.&lt;br /&gt;kinda disapoointed.&lt;br /&gt;but understandable.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when wil be the day we are miting.&lt;br /&gt;4 days havent seen each other.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; said smth to me jus now tt makes me think alot now.&lt;br /&gt;were talkin bout &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; y not telling me &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; mit yvonne and all.&lt;br /&gt;den all &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; said was tt at the 3rd wk of the mth,&lt;br /&gt;i wil noe the truth.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;wad exactly it is la.&lt;br /&gt;it wun make me feel better by saying this but wil onli makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;and obviously,&lt;br /&gt;im thinkin of all sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; says is smth tt wil nt hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;den why cant &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; say now.?&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so uneasy can.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to noe i wan to noe.!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;y must i call &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; and asked &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; things agn.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115443541622906607?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115443541622906607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115443541622906607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115443541622906607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115443541622906607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-time-pass-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115435443001561937</id><published>2006-07-31T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:00:30.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously want to smoke.!&lt;br /&gt;badly.&lt;br /&gt;even it means i wil die after one stick.&lt;br /&gt;i jus want to smoke.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAG.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115435443001561937?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115435443001561937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115435443001561937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115435443001561937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115435443001561937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-seriously-want-to-smoke.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115433162829847257</id><published>2006-07-31T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:40:28.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having an utter bad mood now.&lt;br /&gt;hu can cheer me up.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was a bad day too.&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;care for me a little more.?&lt;br /&gt;if ever there is a day that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wun find me agn,&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; be searching.?&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; care.&lt;br /&gt;and i m dying for &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; honesty and truthfulness.&lt;br /&gt;dun let me haf a chance to think that smth is hiden frm me.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry but i jus needed all them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you:&lt;br /&gt;my heart is small and every little part of it had &lt;strong&gt;*her &lt;/strong&gt;in alrd.&lt;br /&gt;so dun ever doubt on my sincerity that i said i wun fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;dun forget,&lt;br /&gt;im not str8.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am &lt;em&gt;i &lt;/em&gt;still as important as&lt;em&gt; i&lt;/em&gt; was before to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115433162829847257?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115433162829847257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115433162829847257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115433162829847257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115433162829847257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/having-utter-bad-mood-now.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115423513526112020</id><published>2006-07-30T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:52:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okies.&lt;br /&gt;this blog is almost done.&lt;br /&gt;left with the section WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;still thinking of nice words to write.&lt;br /&gt;think think.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd wrk wasnt too bad.&lt;br /&gt;except tt dear JEELIN make me open counter at candy bar towards the end of my shift.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;and she allows me to write her testi saying " i hate jeelin"&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;i aint tt bad to do tt.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch helen and the baby fox.&lt;br /&gt;looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now waiting for &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; to wake up and gif me a msg.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if we were miting today.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;ytd &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; made me sad agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; went to mit yvonne and &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; din sae anything.&lt;br /&gt;thot all the while &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is slpin so i din dare to msg &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; in case i wakes &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;but well,&lt;br /&gt;end up &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; was out with yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;i asked about it yet &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; still sae dun tell me.&lt;br /&gt;as in,&lt;br /&gt;ya,&lt;br /&gt;i dun like it when &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; says " i dun wan tell you"&lt;br /&gt;is like y cant tell me.?&lt;br /&gt;i felt as thou there im hiden frm smth.&lt;br /&gt;sry,&lt;br /&gt;but i jus feel tis way.&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda blame myself tt i dunno how to gif the basic trust.&lt;br /&gt;sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;no more bbq nor chalet frm her.&lt;br /&gt;its alrite.&lt;br /&gt;no blame.&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;jus a simple celebration i'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i jus nid &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; to be by my side im glad enuff le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shud i msg &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; agn.?&lt;br /&gt;struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAYMOND BONG&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/28364184-115423513526112020?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115423513526112020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115423513526112020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115423513526112020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115423513526112020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/okies.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115410208807465568</id><published>2006-07-28T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:54:48.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;and i like it alot.&lt;br /&gt;sorry wefiy tt i used tis first.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog is stil under maintainence.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for cheering me up today.&lt;br /&gt;LOVEs.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115410208807465568?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115410208807465568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115410208807465568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115410208807465568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115410208807465568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/found-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115405917085460847</id><published>2006-07-28T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:58:08.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I be your your everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you be the only thing that I would ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you were mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would tell everyone that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you are the only one that I could ever want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything I dreamed about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything that I talked about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing I can't live without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna get closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't stand being far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knowing that you don't feel the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Questioning bring tears to your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All words I sing about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All that is that I write about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only thing I wanna hear about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that I can get closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that there is someone else, but he's only thinking of himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doesn't make any sense for you being lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me be the one to share your hopes and dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll never be alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuz' I will hold you in this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please don't be afraid to let your brokenheart guide you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Into these open arms that long to surround you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115405917085460847?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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-28364184.post-115397005162477305</id><published>2006-07-27T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:14:49.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;im back after 12386238743 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;how's everyone goin on.?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing for me are slowly to fall in place nicely.&lt;br /&gt;the way i wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;and the only way to make it all better is to be ignorance and nonchalent.&lt;br /&gt;but but,&lt;br /&gt;there is one thing im stil kinda sad about.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gf,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to spend more than jus few hrs with &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; on my birthday.!!!&lt;br /&gt;i really want.&lt;br /&gt;i dread saying good bye to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i want to spend the whole nite till morning with &lt;strong&gt;*you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i.?&lt;br /&gt;pray hurr.&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dearest,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wish to see out one year coming alrite.?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;dun forget wad we kind of plan hurr.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;talkin about my birthday,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say a big sorry to darling jia.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;i bet she is gg to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;im super sorry.&lt;br /&gt;we will set it,&lt;br /&gt;we celebrate on the thurs alrite.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARLINGs and FRENS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wil celebrate on thurs,&lt;br /&gt;the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;im super sorry.!&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks alot anyway.!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch wrks are getting heavier.&lt;br /&gt;but its kinda gd becoz i wil be busy and i wil stop thinkin of things.&lt;br /&gt;alrite.&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like typing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;tk care everyone.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies,&lt;br /&gt;christine came and type the sentence below HERSELF.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" i love christine very very much... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[jess] luaghs. we go watch agn. or can watch smth else. i think the wad fox thingy one not bad. looks touching. hahas. anyway, u can mk it on thurs.? the 10th.? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[nette] hey wad noti hurr.? its fun i think. hahas. the threesome.! i want to watch la. laughs. tag more.! misses.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[yi dar] tell u, im angry with you okies. im gg to ignore u if jess cud mk it u cant. humpf. but i wil still love u la. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[debb] laughs. ive updated.! misses too.! cya soon.! u are invited to the celebration too if u dun mind. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[bing] silly, of coz i wil find u to tok bout my probs. u can understand me too. laughs. hugs. and cya ard.! (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115397005162477305?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115397005162477305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115397005162477305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115397005162477305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115397005162477305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115392572134057321</id><published>2006-07-26T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T07:55:21.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 10th monthsary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will write more tmr.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115392572134057321?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115392572134057321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115392572134057321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115392572134057321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115392572134057321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-10th-monthsary.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115314781545025588</id><published>2006-07-17T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:50:15.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work today wasnt too bad.&lt;br /&gt;puting aside that i gt like 2 ulcers under my tongue and it hurts everytime i tok,&lt;br /&gt;tok and tok til i gt sore throat *first time*,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of shift,&lt;br /&gt;realise tt i down 200 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;BUT lucky,&lt;br /&gt;arzahril up 200 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wan to watch basic instinct 2.!&lt;br /&gt;i will try all ways to get in to watch.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; says that &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wil watch with me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see when tt day cum hurr.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg bck sch for rpt module tmr.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;and after tt i gotta really settle dwn to do my elective pjt.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i hate been the leader in the grp.&lt;br /&gt;it really sucks alrite.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to see *&lt;strong&gt;her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou i just like saw &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; ytd,&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda misses &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;esp when &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is so engross doin things on &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; fone and forget bout me.!&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite.&lt;br /&gt;im out of things to blog.&lt;br /&gt;wish tmr wil be a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;wefiy] yeah yeah. MEET up REALLY soon kays.? oh ya, be free on my birthday can.? hees. go out tgt. ask pam too. ive asked mel. hees.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[jess] thot u woudnt want to cum. =X nxt family day i bring u okies. hahas. u oso, be free on my birthday.? want to see all of you gals.! wif MEL WONG too. hahas.!&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/28364184-115314781545025588?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115314781545025588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115314781545025588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115314781545025588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115314781545025588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/work-today-wasnt-too-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115297671748407263</id><published>2006-07-15T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T08:18:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;im back.&lt;br /&gt;was busy wif alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;tryin to make myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to gv family day at jurong point.&lt;br /&gt;watched lake house.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;was kinda disappointed as in like i expected it to be like fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;i love its movie quote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" how do you hold on to someone you nvr met ? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i find its really nice.&lt;br /&gt;met up leon kor and all.&lt;br /&gt;nice to see them after so long.&lt;br /&gt;din really catch up becoz everyone seems so dull.&lt;br /&gt;and tt includes me.&lt;br /&gt;dunno y im jus so slpy and restless.&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;so we went bck quite early in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting on fine i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i love wad i had now.&lt;br /&gt;but today perhaps wasnt a really good day.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly felt the loniless smhow.&lt;br /&gt;i feel wad is missing someone is like.&lt;br /&gt;but the misses are meant to be kept in my hart becoz im afraid &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt like it.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i jus feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously hate it.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this feelin wil go away if not i wil be the one suffering.&lt;br /&gt;and i doesnt want tt to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;badly.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115297671748407263?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115297671748407263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115297671748407263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115297671748407263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115297671748407263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115271246137055494</id><published>2006-07-12T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T06:54:21.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it has been so long since we have talked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i hope that things are still the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hoping they will never change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;cuz what we had can't be replaced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;don't let our memories fade away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;keep me in your heart for always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you made me believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i can do almost anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;stood right by me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;through the tears through everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'll remember you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and baby thats forever true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you're the one that i'll always miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;never thought it would feel like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'll be there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no matter what you're goin' through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in my heart you'll always bef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;orever baby i'll remember you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I promise you i won't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the times we shared the tears we cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you'll always be the sun in the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it may be fate that brings us back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to meet again someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;even though we go separate ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;if the day should come when you need someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you know that i'll follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i will be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;don't ever let there be a doubt in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;cuz i'll remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;forever baby i'll remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/28364184-115271246137055494?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115271246137055494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115271246137055494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115271246137055494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115271246137055494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-has-been-so-long-since-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115270863891047239</id><published>2006-07-12T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:50:38.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday met up with shihui and both markS.&lt;br /&gt;mans.&lt;br /&gt;misses those days when we had choir prac and joke ard.&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;both markS are stil so funny.&lt;br /&gt;nvr fail to make me laugh at their stupid actions and funny things they did and done.&lt;br /&gt;shihui stil nvr fails to make me feel so comfortable tellin her EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;they are really ppl in my life i love.&lt;br /&gt;i cant afford to lose.&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.!&lt;br /&gt;mit up really soon again alrite.&lt;br /&gt;esp shihui.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you a hell lots alrd.!&lt;br /&gt;hugs.!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting better i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to lead every of my days like tis.&lt;br /&gt;i onli wan to smile.&lt;br /&gt;i onli wan to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i onli wan to feel loved and not abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;i jus simply love days like tis.&lt;br /&gt;i could see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; little effort.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to turn 18 in less than a month time.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to experience night life.&lt;br /&gt;i wan clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;at least once.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to watch M18 legally.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;and i realise alot of things thru all the little and big things i went thru.&lt;br /&gt;be it alone or with significant ppl ard me.&lt;br /&gt;i really must say that i grew and i learnt.&lt;br /&gt;shall take tis opportunity to thank ppl like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MUMMY.&lt;/span&gt; she simply just rock. without her i think i wouldnt be so strong to move on til now. i love u, mummy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DARLINGs.&lt;/span&gt; the 4 of you. jia bing nette and yi. you gals really are my great buds. thanks alot all these while for worrying for me and cared for me. i hearts you all.!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JACQUELINE TEO.&lt;/span&gt; the only girl hu REALLY knows me inside out, been there for me all these 17+ yrs. thank God that i haf u since the day i was born. sry i made u cried for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NYP clique.&lt;/span&gt; jud jac ivy yana. you girls are the ppl i cant live without in sch. thanks for not leaving me alone instead pulling me along, holding on to me. thanks.!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DEBB.&lt;/span&gt; thanks for your cold jokes. i wil nvr forget how hard you tried to cheer me up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JINFENG n PAMELA.&lt;/span&gt; thanks wefiy n baobei. promise you gals i wil move on well. hugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RACHEL n MEIPING.&lt;/span&gt; im glad i stil gt u, rachel. let bygone be bygone, we wil always be frens. afterall, i knew you since i was like 4.? (:  Meiping.! thanks alot too. best fren always hurr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LEROY.&lt;/span&gt; im really glad knowing you. i wil NVR forget all those swt little things u had done for me. hay, dun u dare to forget bout things u promised me. whr's my porridge. (: Hugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;alot alot more of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sry if i din mention ur name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but wad u guys had done for me i wil nvr forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;*dearest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115270863891047239?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115270863891047239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115270863891047239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115270863891047239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115270863891047239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-met-up-with-shihui-and-both.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115251745798740978</id><published>2006-07-10T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:44:55.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;She walked in and said she didn't wanna know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Before i could ask why she was gone out the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I didn't know, what i did wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But now i just can't move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Since she left me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;She told me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't worry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You'll be ok you don't need me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Believe me you'll be fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then i knew what she meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And it's not what she said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now i can't believe that she's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still holding on.&lt;br /&gt;to the love i still choose to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;thou the hurts are getting unbearable but i think its all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;becoz i wil learn and grow up more.&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is becoz,&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hu can see my heart.?&lt;br /&gt;hu can feel the pain.?&lt;br /&gt;hu can tell &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; how much i love &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;ping] thanks gal for listening to my cries tt nite. hahas. hugs.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;leroy] okies. i promise. hey.! date me soon.! hahas. shall mug tgt.! misses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115251745798740978?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115251745798740978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115251745798740978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115251745798740978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115251745798740978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-walked-in-and-said-she-didnt-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115219734703544040</id><published>2006-07-06T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:49:07.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly,&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;to those hu cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;to those hu truly loves me.&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i brk my promise tt i wun cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;i cudnt tk it last nite and i was jus so out of mind and i cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i dun mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i noe the pain.&lt;br /&gt;truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite i choose to end everything wif &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i felt tt i cudnt find bck the clossness.&lt;br /&gt;i felt tt things wun be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i fear tt i wil demand more and more.&lt;br /&gt;i fear tt i wil start to control more and more.&lt;br /&gt;i doesnt want &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; to be unhappy to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; sigh ytd when i insisted to see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; ytd makes me even more hurt.&lt;br /&gt;seeing me is it that bad.?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite.&lt;br /&gt;it was my fault tt i actually find excuses to see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; agn after &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; sent me to the door.&lt;br /&gt;but i jus doesnt wan to kip everything to myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i jus cudnt tk it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;be it &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; can accept not,&lt;br /&gt;im jus like tis.&lt;br /&gt;this is me.&lt;br /&gt;so we actually sat outside awhile and i said everything.&lt;br /&gt;i cried.&lt;br /&gt;its really frm my heart.&lt;br /&gt;it took me so much courage to say i wan to end.&lt;br /&gt;everyone noe my love for &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; was so much.&lt;br /&gt;that im really willing to do anything for &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided for the sake of &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; happiness,&lt;br /&gt;i willing to do anything for &lt;strong&gt;*her &lt;/strong&gt;even if i haf to suffer and let &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; go.&lt;br /&gt;i said so much last nite but &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; jus kept quiet n said tt i choose the wrong time to say things.&lt;br /&gt;after awhile of silence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; stand up and walk away n return home.&lt;br /&gt;leaving me alone.&lt;br /&gt;nt even a hug.&lt;br /&gt;my heart jus stop beating.&lt;br /&gt;i was so dishearted.&lt;br /&gt;i cried my way home.&lt;br /&gt;walkin the path we used to walk.&lt;br /&gt;i sat the park at the place whr we started off.&lt;br /&gt;i cried my whole heart out.&lt;br /&gt;that i cudnt see wad's in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;im jus so blind by tears.&lt;br /&gt;the pain in my heart are jus so unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;im jus all alone.&lt;br /&gt;i cudnt tk it,&lt;br /&gt;i cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;im foolish,&lt;br /&gt;i noe.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun care of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;i jus wish to stop feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; msged me the first one scoldin me.&lt;br /&gt;second askin whr am i.&lt;br /&gt;third tellin me tt &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is hurt and still loves me alot.&lt;br /&gt;i ignored all the way til i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;i took so much courage to say i wan to leave &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; msg moves my heart.&lt;br /&gt;but i really doesnt wan to be hurt agn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i jus wan to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;liked i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; msged me telling me tt we are still tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is goin to try the best to be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is willing to try &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; best to mit my demand.&lt;br /&gt;im moved.&lt;br /&gt;i so much wanted to tell &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" yes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im willing to be with you agn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wan to move on with you ard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you alot.! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but am i suppose to.?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i really love &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; and i really wants &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is it good for &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; and me.?&lt;br /&gt;hu can give me a gd ans.?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps no one except me myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter wad decission i made, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*you are the only one i love tis much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[debb] thnx for sayin those cold jokes. im sorry. i was really in bad mood so i was so quiet. act im bery noisy but mus see mood. i promise the nxt time we met up, i wil noisy til u scold me shut up. laughs. hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[bing] love you darling. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[rachel] =D thanks for your concern. sry to make u worry. misses.&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/28364184-115219734703544040?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115219734703544040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115219734703544040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115219734703544040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115219734703544040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/firstly-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115207452492813633</id><published>2006-07-05T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:51:35.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;its really hard to stop loving.&lt;br /&gt;really fcuking hard to stop loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i demand for an eternal sleep.&lt;br /&gt;that perhaps only wakes up when everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;i cudnt rem any single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dishearted.&lt;br /&gt;im hurting.&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i still love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[debb] thanx thanx. i love it too. but i cudnt style it really properly. laughs. its alrite. we gt alot of chances to tok de. misses.!&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/28364184-115207452492813633?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115207452492813633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115207452492813633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115207452492813633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115207452492813633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115203236202035617</id><published>2006-07-05T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T09:59:22.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not a bad day afterall.&lt;br /&gt;except that mr stephen loke make me mad today.&lt;br /&gt;injured my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;get scolded by a couple of bitch and bastard n i showed attitude.&lt;br /&gt;but hu cares right.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia came find me at ps.&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;had great time after tt.&lt;br /&gt;now i found someone i really can tok to and perhaps she wil lead me out of tis world.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;and i oso found someone can entertain me when i really nid someone.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so nice rite.?&lt;br /&gt;hey,&lt;br /&gt;when u bored,&lt;br /&gt;u shud noe wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;if im freee,&lt;br /&gt;i DEFINITELY will acc u.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp,&lt;br /&gt;i met a nice gal,&lt;br /&gt;a great fren.&lt;br /&gt;if im a bung i wud had fall for her.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.!&lt;br /&gt;thnx dia,&lt;br /&gt;for these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; with dia after wrk.&lt;br /&gt;pass &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; a superman pillow and bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;nt a bad miting afterall.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;actually im fearing.&lt;br /&gt;im fearing tt if i wud to tk &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; seriously like how i used to,&lt;br /&gt;im afraid i wud start controllin &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;expecting more things frm &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;i decided that maybe we shall stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;i wun deny that my love for &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; will be as strong as before.&lt;br /&gt;i wun deny i wud actually love to see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but all these feelings,&lt;br /&gt;im gonna hide them all.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to last.&lt;br /&gt;as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;with happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;and the only way to do it is not to let me world evolve only ard &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but jus wish &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; will somehow think of me.&lt;br /&gt;miss me a little more.&lt;br /&gt;i will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dearie,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wun ask for more than just *your love for me to stay be as strong as it was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[sinyi dar] hey darling.! hows exams.? after exams mit up and i will update u alrite.? hugs. misses.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[wefiy] thanks wefiy.! yupp, im a little happy. just that little. there are more other feelings behind these happiness. hopefully i cud get over it soon. i miss you.! when are we miting.?!&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/28364184-115203236202035617?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115203236202035617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115203236202035617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115203236202035617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115203236202035617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-bad-day-afterall.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115194249105123468</id><published>2006-07-03T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T09:01:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for everything.&lt;br /&gt;for the feelings &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; had since our brk up.&lt;br /&gt;for the telling me how &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; actually feel.&lt;br /&gt;for the hugs.&lt;br /&gt;for the kisses.&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; jus nw.&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to like pass &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; bubble tea and acc &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; for a fag den leave.&lt;br /&gt;but end up &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; asked for an acc to buy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;so we spent a little more time tgt.&lt;br /&gt;was swt.&lt;br /&gt;was happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; held my hand agn.&lt;br /&gt;i felt loved.&lt;br /&gt;today was just like any normal day we had before our brk up.&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;but im despaired too.&lt;br /&gt;becoz i doesnt want to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;alot of things &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; said tt happen in the past before we really went tgt makes me weaker.&lt;br /&gt;smhow.&lt;br /&gt;so much wanted that time will bck to then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i left,&lt;br /&gt;the hug was tite.&lt;br /&gt;i feel the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;the love.&lt;br /&gt;i cant endure and so i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; noe wad i wanted to ask.&lt;br /&gt;about is &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; still loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; said yes,&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;my heart melts.&lt;br /&gt;it stop beating.&lt;br /&gt;i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; says we are still tgt.&lt;br /&gt;mans.&lt;br /&gt;im happy.&lt;br /&gt;like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say to &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; was,&lt;br /&gt;thanks and i love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;but i stil nid smtime to overcome alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;but my love for &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wil nvr be lessen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wearing tt ring belongs to ebong at first.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; took it out when &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; met me.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad's the reason behind it but i assume its mean to be good.&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned bout the ring but &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; deny.&lt;br /&gt;agn,&lt;br /&gt;i assume the reason for the denial is for the sake of me.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,&lt;br /&gt;been selfish,&lt;br /&gt;can i request &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; nt to wear.?&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;im off to slp.&lt;br /&gt;dun wish to think of anything else anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115194249105123468?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115194249105123468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115194249105123468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115194249105123468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115194249105123468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115185926264870983</id><published>2006-07-03T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:57:46.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my new hair style today.&lt;br /&gt;manage to have the hair style i wan.&lt;br /&gt;to either spike to look boyish or the put hairband to look famine.&lt;br /&gt;nt bad.&lt;br /&gt;i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are going on well i guess.&lt;br /&gt;maybe tis is a better way for &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; and me.&lt;br /&gt;but i wun deny tt my hart is still missing &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it wil stay as strong as it was till i met another &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;somehow &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; arent tt cruel to the extend of ignorin me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;still kip me updated to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; daily life routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; let me smhow felt that at least im not forgotten by &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are at least thinkin of me.&lt;br /&gt;becoz i heard someone teling me before that if someone were to msg u,&lt;br /&gt;it means tt he or she is thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; told me &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; routine.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel belonged to &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up.&lt;br /&gt;it was great except that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; and ling cudnt recorgnise me.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;i knew that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; were actually lookin at my finger,&lt;br /&gt;looking for OUR ring,&lt;br /&gt;think &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are kinda disappointed when &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; found out tt im not wearing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but im sure &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; were suprised that actually i wore it on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;closer to heart thou hurr.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy to see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wearing OUR ring still.&lt;br /&gt;on the 4th finger.&lt;br /&gt;on the finger &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;said that belongs to OUR ring.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow disappointed when i saw &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; actually oso wearing the ring of ebong's name too.&lt;br /&gt;but i din blame u and i gt no right too.&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; made me smile a little when later part,&lt;br /&gt;i saw &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; tkin out tt ring and &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are only wearin the one belong to us.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;im glad.&lt;br /&gt;before i left,&lt;br /&gt;the hug,&lt;br /&gt;the kiss,&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;i really jus still feel attached to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what about &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;how do &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; feel.?&lt;br /&gt;when i turn away from &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i tear-ed.&lt;br /&gt;with happiness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;im happy that we are stil close,&lt;br /&gt;in contact,&lt;br /&gt;im sad that we actually had broke up,&lt;br /&gt;without status.&lt;br /&gt;the love,&lt;br /&gt;i can still feel it.&lt;br /&gt;the strong feeling of belonging,&lt;br /&gt;i jus dun wish to lose &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will be the next time i cud see &lt;strong&gt;*you.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will be the next time &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wud hug me.?&lt;br /&gt;when will be the next time &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;wud kiss me goodbye.?&lt;br /&gt;when will be the next time i cud sit beside &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; fag.?&lt;br /&gt;when will be the next time &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; tell me all the things that happen the past few days.?&lt;br /&gt;when will be the next time &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;will tell me,&lt;br /&gt;i love you.?&lt;br /&gt;when wil it be.?&lt;br /&gt;i gt no idea.&lt;br /&gt;but im holding on to this little faith,&lt;br /&gt;that the day is not far away from now.&lt;br /&gt;from todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks for everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i showed myself that i dun really care but i do.&lt;br /&gt;in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;wefiy] thanx wefiy. sry to let you worry. will tell you the whole thing soon. im feeling better now i suppose. smile. hugs. u are badly missed too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[bingbing] thns darling. you are really one of the bestes best fren i ever haf. LOVEs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[yana] thnx dearie. haf fun during attachment ya.? see ya soon. misses.&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/28364184-115185926264870983?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115185926264870983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115185926264870983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115185926264870983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115185926264870983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/had-my-new-hair-style-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115173990674078050</id><published>2006-07-01T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:45:06.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im fearing.&lt;br /&gt;the darkness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;tears blindfolded me.&lt;br /&gt;i cud see no road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; break the road in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; took away the happiness i believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; took away the love i trust in.&lt;br /&gt;is all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;my bloody fuckin fault.&lt;br /&gt;knew that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wudnt like to be tied up,&lt;br /&gt;but yet,&lt;br /&gt;been an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;thinkin only for myself,&lt;br /&gt;i tied &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i used both hands to send &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;but does tt means tt i dun haf a sec chance.?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to sae.&lt;br /&gt;but for wad i alrd decided was tt,&lt;br /&gt;i swear wad i will do if i got &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; bck,&lt;br /&gt;i will DEFINITELY do it.&lt;br /&gt;if i failed to,&lt;br /&gt;hate me even too.&lt;br /&gt;smtime i may forget wad i promise but deep in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i noe wad is right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;let me prove to &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; the another side of me.&lt;br /&gt;the side that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; nvr seen before.&lt;br /&gt;the great determination in within me.&lt;br /&gt;the love is still strong.&lt;br /&gt;im still missing &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stop thinking of &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; whenever i come across smth tt gt to do with u.&lt;br /&gt;i held back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;tellin myself i gotta be strong.&lt;br /&gt;but smhow i cudnt without &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the feelin inside me i cudnt find wrds to describe.&lt;br /&gt;but jus wishing that these days are u leading days &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wanted tt i cudnt gif.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;im a failure as a gd gf.&lt;br /&gt;tk it as a REALLy time out period and see if things cud work out smhow.&lt;br /&gt;can we.?&lt;br /&gt;i dun wish to end tis hard-comin rs like tis.&lt;br /&gt;thou what i went thru were too much but i stil smhow feel tt its all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;dunno y.&lt;br /&gt;im jus so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith.&lt;br /&gt;determination.&lt;br /&gt;fate.&lt;br /&gt;trust.&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;they will show me all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iLOVE*you still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115173990674078050?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115173990674078050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115173990674078050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115173990674078050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115173990674078050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-fearing.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115164236165095362</id><published>2006-06-30T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:39:21.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im despair.&lt;br /&gt;im dishearted.&lt;br /&gt;ive lost someone i loved.&lt;br /&gt;and that &lt;strong&gt;*you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nvr wan to accept the fact.&lt;br /&gt;i nvr wan to give up.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i got to.&lt;br /&gt;there is this strong will and belief tt we can make it thru 1 LAST time.&lt;br /&gt;i hope we cud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was a total dwn day.&lt;br /&gt;the day i always wan to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i was been an irritating gf tis wk.&lt;br /&gt;i apologise.&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i hate myself for been like tis too.&lt;br /&gt;hate myself the most ytd.&lt;br /&gt;knowing things will turn back if i kip pesterin and like gg after &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im tt idiot to make things really bad.&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;nw i regret.&lt;br /&gt;but do i haf a chance agn.?&lt;br /&gt;i really dun wish to live days without &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i noe i can make it thru but im jus nt tt strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;the memories are jus so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; means really much to me.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but one last thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish we cud gif each other 1 LAST chance to mk things right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i gt this strong will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this really strong feeling for *you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its really long and too much to let go jus like tis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;things we dun like we can put in effort to change and amend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ilove*you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes i do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;till this bery moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can still cross my heart and say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ilove*you.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; see my heart.?&lt;br /&gt;my feelings.?&lt;br /&gt;my soul.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to see &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying.&lt;br /&gt;sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mummy, im sorry. i love you. thanks for ur forgiveness. loves.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115164236165095362?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115164236165095362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115164236165095362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115164236165095362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115164236165095362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-despair.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115155804854608633</id><published>2006-06-29T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:14:08.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;im so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; din reply.&lt;br /&gt;din msg me at all.&lt;br /&gt;noe nth bout &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; situation at msia the whole morn.&lt;br /&gt;nw &lt;strong&gt;*she's&lt;/strong&gt; in spore le.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;i felt deserted.&lt;br /&gt;i felt no love.&lt;br /&gt;i felt really LONELY.&lt;br /&gt;no one cared.&lt;br /&gt;no one bothered.&lt;br /&gt;wad did i did wrong.?&lt;br /&gt;y do i haf to experience tis agn after 3 yrs.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; too much to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she &lt;/strong&gt;means too much to me to lose &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im used to &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but im struggling inside.&lt;br /&gt;im drowning in my sea of tears.&lt;br /&gt;good things really dun last.&lt;br /&gt;promises are really meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;swt talkings are only smth to mk someone feel love.&lt;br /&gt;at tt moment only.&lt;br /&gt;if i can choose.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i dun haf all those rite in the beginning so i wun be hurt at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt nite,&lt;br /&gt;tt brk up.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i wun love &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;more.&lt;br /&gt;i stil rem.&lt;br /&gt;im stil refraining.&lt;br /&gt;i noe im nt loving &lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;more.&lt;br /&gt;im jus loving &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; as much as i do b4 tt nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; said we are startin all over agn.&lt;br /&gt;does tt means tt &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are suppose to treat me better.?&lt;br /&gt;love me more.?&lt;br /&gt;care for me more.?&lt;br /&gt;but y are things like tis now.?&lt;br /&gt;the only communication we haf (sms)&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are oso lessening them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; onli sae we shall meet lesser,&lt;br /&gt;talk on fone lesser.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; din sae bout our msges.&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; nvr noe how actually ur msges means to me.&lt;br /&gt;its smth tt telling me im think by &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i still got sm1 to tok to.&lt;br /&gt;i stil gt sm1 to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;even its a askin qns kind of msg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; cud be cruel and nt reply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; loved me.&lt;br /&gt;but why are &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; so cruel.?&lt;br /&gt;not thinking bout how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;not thinkin of how i wil be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAR.!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; become.?&lt;br /&gt;i needed &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; now so badly.&lt;br /&gt;but whr are &lt;strong&gt;*you.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe NOTHING bout ur whereabout at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; nvr reply my msges.&lt;br /&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; tell me what is the reason behind all these.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you &lt;/strong&gt;say yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; wil msg me.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;when.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant tk it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;let me brk dwn today.&lt;br /&gt;im cryin.&lt;br /&gt;in no one's arm.&lt;br /&gt;im all alone.&lt;br /&gt;in this 4 walled room.&lt;br /&gt;and im thiinkin of only one person.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;thats &lt;strong&gt;*YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me have my eternal slp. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tk me to a place i see no tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel no pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel no loneliness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pls,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lord..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115155804854608633?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115155804854608633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115155804854608633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115155804854608633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115155804854608633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115151606592287522</id><published>2006-06-29T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:37:56.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dunno y i feel the tiredness inside me but i jus couldnt get to slp.&lt;br /&gt;im hurting.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;by wad happen later part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to csc jus nw to gif &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;i noe &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wud be busy so i din call b4 gg over.&lt;br /&gt;was meant to be a suprise u see.&lt;br /&gt;so ya.&lt;br /&gt;i reach there like ard 610.&lt;br /&gt;waited til bout 630.&lt;br /&gt;no sight of &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no reply.&lt;br /&gt;so i called.&lt;br /&gt;and noe wad.?&lt;br /&gt;-like wad i thot it wil be-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; told me &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is alrd at tamp.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt angry at tt moment but jus kinda disspointed tt my plan was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;nxt,&lt;br /&gt;the angry-est and hurting thing is when &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; actually noe im at cac waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; scolded me.!&lt;br /&gt;i was like.&lt;br /&gt;speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; says she wasnt in gd mood.&lt;br /&gt;but does tt gif &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; a reason to scold me for jus went to cac and gif &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; suprise.&lt;br /&gt;i was fcuking hurt.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;and im pissed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dun understand why &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is not in gd mood &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; cud actually scold me for things like tis.&lt;br /&gt;am i in the wrong.?&lt;br /&gt;tryin to make &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; happy aft a lond tired day.&lt;br /&gt;tryin to let &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; feel blessed by hafin her gf fetching &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; frm wrk.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;after tat,&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; at hougang mall.&lt;br /&gt;went over to &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; place in the end.&lt;br /&gt;we din really tok.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel tt if i talk i wil cry.&lt;br /&gt;and i alrd tell myself tt im not gg to let &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; see my tears anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to be the happy cynthia in front of &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gal with no sadness.&lt;br /&gt;a gal with no trouble.&lt;br /&gt;the gal &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; had fallen for 9 mths ago.&lt;br /&gt;im willing to hide all my feelings inside jus for the sake of our rs and for &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please,&lt;br /&gt;tell me all these im doin are rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i left,&lt;br /&gt;we tok bout it.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry,&lt;br /&gt;i cudnt help it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the tears jus dun stay.&lt;br /&gt;i hugged &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; and tell &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; tt i dun like been scolded jus becoz of &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; mood.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; G I R L F R I E N D.!!&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;i AM.!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so much mixed feelings in within nw.&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;ive showed.&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;but what about &lt;strong&gt;*her.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scoldings i got let me feel tt im no longer tt impt gal in &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; heart.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just thinkin too much.&lt;br /&gt;but will a girlfriend scold &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; own girlfriend when &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is not in the mood.?&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;strong&gt;*she.&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun say&lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; want to leave me for hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i want.&lt;br /&gt;all i want is &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; mkin things better.&lt;br /&gt;put in the effort.&lt;br /&gt;just like how i did.&lt;br /&gt;and im sure we can last.&lt;br /&gt;with both &lt;strong&gt;*your&lt;/strong&gt; and my effort.&lt;br /&gt;we can see a longer path for us ahead.&lt;br /&gt;shall we.?&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[bingbing] well, perhaps im not really tt strong. moreover, im really weak by nature. smtime i really nid to be showing strong becoz i dun wan her to worry. dun wan anyone to worry. im stil learning to be stronger and stronger. but promise u wil gif my hugs wil i cnt tk it kays.? (: eh, i think jinn use photoshop to do the pic and effects and all. but i dun haf tt software. still lkin for it.hees. misses.&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/28364184-115151606592287522?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115151606592287522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115151606592287522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115151606592287522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115151606592287522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/dunno-y-i-feel-tiredness-inside-me-but.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115146311516543580</id><published>2006-06-28T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:55:53.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanted to slp til1030 den wake up de but i cudnt get to slp.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;time spent with &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; last nite wasnt too bad.&lt;br /&gt;but wasnt too good too.&lt;br /&gt;din really communicate.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; used lappy den i jus look at wad &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; doing.&lt;br /&gt;hardly gt time tgt.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;went over to queen's place with &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; to pass queen smth.&lt;br /&gt;we cycled there.&lt;br /&gt;the journey there,&lt;br /&gt;we quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;or rather &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; shouted at me.&lt;br /&gt;this time round,&lt;br /&gt;i din cry for tis.&lt;br /&gt;i jus ignored &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things appears in my mind when im alone cycling up the slope.&lt;br /&gt;i was hurt more and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she &lt;/strong&gt;seems to be losing patience.&lt;br /&gt;in me.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end &lt;strong&gt;*she &lt;/strong&gt;apologised.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;i forgived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if one day &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wud read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;but there are really certain things i realli dunno how to tell &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the demand in how she haf to treat me like a GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;like how &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; treats me long ago.&lt;br /&gt;months ago.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;im thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY darn wish tat our rs will be much much better than this.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of closeness.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of been loved and cared by &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone,&lt;br /&gt;anyone,&lt;br /&gt;please teach me how to make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; see the effort i put in to make things all better.?&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; appreciate it.?&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; did but dunno how to show.?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i needed you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just like how you needed me months ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right at the start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dun say you want to leave me so i wun be sad anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bcoz the truth is i wil even be more depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;bing&gt;[bing bing] yupp perhaps im stronger but at times i jus cant deny the insecure in within. the longing of seein her and talkin to her. will tell u more when i mit u alrite.? hugs. as for ur blog, i dunno how to do. laughs. ask jinn for advice. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;jess&gt;[jess] hahahs. wanted to make the url easier for ppl to rem. in the beginning actually wanted to make tis a private blog so made it longer but now is a public one so ya. hahas. tag tag.! gd luck hurr.. (:&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/28364184-115146311516543580?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115146311516543580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115146311516543580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115146311516543580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115146311516543580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/wanted-to-slp-til1030-den-wake-up-de.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115138648364315987</id><published>2006-06-27T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:34:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was suppose to haf lesson at 1pm but i realise tis wk there isnt tis module.&lt;br /&gt;so lesson gonna start at 3 and end at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;one hr travelling,&lt;br /&gt;one hr of lesson.&lt;br /&gt;bo liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced myself to slp all the way till 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;jus dun feel like wakin up but im nt gd in slpin so many hrs.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;last nite jia dar came over to find me.&lt;br /&gt;pei her tok alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;tell her wad i learnt frm the rs i gt wif &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;say is always so much easier than doing.&lt;br /&gt;but there are certain things ive made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i noe i wil be the one suffering but i gotta to do it.&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of tis rs.&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how long i wil hold on like tis.&lt;br /&gt;but i wil do my best.&lt;br /&gt;be my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite before slping,&lt;br /&gt;i read thru &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; past msges.&lt;br /&gt;tears rolled dwn.&lt;br /&gt;the memories,&lt;br /&gt;so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;so much.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised it had been smtime since &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; says &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; misses me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish one day &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wil msg me and says &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; miesses me and want to see me.&lt;br /&gt;telling me &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; cant wait to see me.&lt;br /&gt;all these,&lt;br /&gt;i missed.&lt;br /&gt;what's the difference now?&lt;br /&gt;we used to mit everyday but yet &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; still misses me.&lt;br /&gt;but now we dun mit everyday,&lt;br /&gt;but is &lt;strong&gt;*she &lt;/strong&gt;missing me like i do.?&lt;br /&gt;i hate the change of role between us.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the misses i haf when &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was our 9th monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;i dun blame &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; for not tkin it as a special day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but i blame myself for not letting &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; feel it is a special day.&lt;br /&gt;we nvr failed to mit each other on tis date,&lt;br /&gt;but ytd,&lt;br /&gt;we failed.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of so near yet so far is strong.&lt;br /&gt;ive thinking of her a little more ytd.&lt;br /&gt;but is &lt;strong&gt;*she.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i wish time cud stop rite now.&lt;br /&gt;stop at our 9th month.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan our 1 yr to come.&lt;br /&gt;becoz last time we used to haf tis "contract" thingy.&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid tt my 1 yr contract due,&lt;br /&gt;and its time to put a full stop to tis rs.&lt;br /&gt;i DUN WANT.!&lt;br /&gt;i msged &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; tellin tis last nite,&lt;br /&gt;but i bet &lt;strong&gt;*she &lt;/strong&gt;fell aslp or ignored.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;i just wan to hear smth assuring me.&lt;br /&gt;but its okies.&lt;br /&gt;no blame.&lt;br /&gt;dunno if we are mitin later.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a last min arrangement agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; no longer lookin forward to cum over my place.&lt;br /&gt;tue used to be a confirm day we wil mit.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i noe we gt our reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our 9th mth came so hard.&lt;br /&gt;im cherishing it alot.&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;em&gt;HEARTS*&lt;/em&gt;you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115138648364315987?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115138648364315987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115138648364315987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115138648364315987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115138648364315987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-suppose-to-haf-lesson-at-1pm-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115132725893315248</id><published>2006-06-26T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:07:39.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how to trust the one u love with all ur heart.?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to trust &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;  like how &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt;  trust me.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to put in wrds the insecure-ness within me.&lt;br /&gt;ytd i was affected by &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; like kinda kip it a secret of mitin dia on national day.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wud wan to kip it a secret but i dun like it.&lt;br /&gt;i love honesty.&lt;br /&gt;hiding smth is to mk sm1 think even more.&lt;br /&gt;so i love to noe the truth be it gd or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know mitin dia is onli like to rem the date they knew each other.&lt;br /&gt;and there is nth i shud jealous bout when dia is even attached to a guy.&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno y.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dun haf tt BIG heart to not even feel nth when i heard &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; might be mitin her.&lt;br /&gt;im at fault in tis.&lt;br /&gt;i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;but im just like tis.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i wun forbid &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; to mit dia.&lt;br /&gt;moreover,&lt;br /&gt;i noe dia in person too.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe im jus too petty le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; sae will bring me along too.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;its stil long away.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see bout it when the date is nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; oso sae goin to celebrate ebong birthday with her too.&lt;br /&gt;same feeling.&lt;br /&gt;its just a naturally feelin i guess.&lt;br /&gt;am i right.?&lt;br /&gt;somemroe leo gals are those possesive and sensative.&lt;br /&gt;jus a matter of the level of possesiveness and sensativeness.&lt;br /&gt;ya,&lt;br /&gt;i oso might be celebrating tgt too.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind makin more frens hurr.&lt;br /&gt;and i think ebong wasnt a bad gal but hope she wil be my fren too.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps she can help mi alot in anyways in the future.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to trust someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to trust &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; like how she did for me.&lt;br /&gt;but im jus afraid tt one day all my trust wil be betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;once bitten twice shy.&lt;br /&gt;the hurt frm it was really utterly urghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;im stil tryin to change.&lt;br /&gt;as in to be someone more insensative and EVEN more nonchalent.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda hard thou.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY wish we cud last.&lt;br /&gt;long.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;im thinkin kinda abit more now.&lt;br /&gt;n i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;seriously hate it.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to see &lt;strong&gt;*her &lt;/strong&gt;so much but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;wonder when will i see her agn.&lt;br /&gt;misses.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 9th MONTHSARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;jess&gt; &lt;em&gt;yupp.. its jinn did for me tt's y is kinda her style. hahas. i still dunno how to make my won template. it seems so hard. and oh ya, i wanted to borrow the photoshop thingy frm u.may i? haha. tkcare.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115132725893315248?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115132725893315248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115132725893315248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115132725893315248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115132725893315248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-trust-one-u-love-with-all-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115103461408567700</id><published>2006-06-23T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:50:14.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ppl.&lt;br /&gt;im bck.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;realised i havent been posting for 95298032123187 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;was too tired after wrk and too lazy to wake up early the nxt dae to post.&lt;br /&gt;but todae was exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;cudnt get to slp bck so i decided to visit my blog awhile.&lt;br /&gt;and importantly im goin to tell wad a BAD day i haf ytd.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was schedule to do RC ytd.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;when i reach.&lt;br /&gt;there's no nuts left so i gt to pack like 60 cups of them.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;prepared corns.&lt;br /&gt;act smart,&lt;br /&gt;thinkin that prepare 4 packets den later no nid to kip top up.&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;so end up i prepared FOUR packets of them.&lt;br /&gt;realised its damn heavy plus the water i nid to prepare at the sec layer of the steamer.&lt;br /&gt;its crazy tt i can carry.&lt;br /&gt;but no choice.&lt;br /&gt;no once to help so.&lt;br /&gt;i did.&lt;br /&gt;but i sprained my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;best.&lt;br /&gt;was damn pissed off after tt.&lt;br /&gt;asked for help but there is crowd and all so.&lt;br /&gt;i solo show.&lt;br /&gt;bring everything over to rc.&lt;br /&gt;lucky jia was there.&lt;br /&gt;sm1 to help mi look after.&lt;br /&gt;den guangyi oso helped.&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;cudnt tk it,&lt;br /&gt;went toilet and called &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; and i cried.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;b4 i cud start,&lt;br /&gt;the cash register spoil.&lt;br /&gt;stephen came to repair.&lt;br /&gt;at first stil cant but when he was tokin to me tt time,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly its bck to normal.&lt;br /&gt;tt point of time we alrd close 1 of the shuttle le la.&lt;br /&gt;wasted.&lt;br /&gt;when everything done,&lt;br /&gt;i start my sales.&lt;br /&gt;in between i drop 3 cups of nuts.&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;den i stirred my cheese.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno y,&lt;br /&gt;the glass thingy on the cover came off jus like tt.&lt;br /&gt;wihtout me doin anything other than holdin the handle.&lt;br /&gt;lucky it din brk.&lt;br /&gt;woo.&lt;br /&gt;the best thing happen.&lt;br /&gt;STEAMER NOT WORKING,&lt;br /&gt;wrkin at RC is the sell sweet corn.&lt;br /&gt;but after setting up for like bout 2 hrs,&lt;br /&gt;i stil can see little pieces of ice in between my corns.!&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;there goes my rc.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta shut it.&lt;br /&gt;kinda happy thinkin tt i can go home.&lt;br /&gt;becoz i felt its realli a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;but when im bck at candy bar,&lt;br /&gt;stepehn ask mi to tk over nadia shift all the way till closing.&lt;br /&gt;meaning i haf to wrk like 10 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;but end up, i onli wrk 9 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;wasnt in gd mood.&lt;br /&gt;so i jus do wad ppl ask me to do.&lt;br /&gt;at the end,&lt;br /&gt;i down $8.50.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;u ppl think am i really unlucky ytd.&lt;br /&gt;shugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;  last nite and the nite b4.&lt;br /&gt;was great.&lt;br /&gt;things are like better.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun dare to ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;im learning to trust.&lt;br /&gt;to haf faith.&lt;br /&gt;i hope &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wun disappoint me in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;ytd saw tis red mark on &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; neck.&lt;br /&gt;is it a love bite.?&lt;br /&gt;from other girl.?&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sry gals.. in rush, return tag nxt time. hees.! loves.&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/28364184-115103461408567700?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115103461408567700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115103461408567700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115103461408567700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115103461408567700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-115034201892125194</id><published>2006-06-15T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:26:59.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it had been somtime since i last post.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happen actually.&lt;br /&gt;just within a min,&lt;br /&gt;things can change and dun say a day.&lt;br /&gt;rem wed i jus posted,&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;at nite we torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;actually things were okies but becoz of a small thing,&lt;br /&gt;we quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;real bad one.&lt;br /&gt;real hurting one.&lt;br /&gt;things are really bad at tt nite and the days followed.&lt;br /&gt;i cried.&lt;br /&gt;hardly.&lt;br /&gt;badly.&lt;br /&gt;and i thot i wil get into depression.&lt;br /&gt;all my gals were standing nxt to me.&lt;br /&gt;holding on to me titely.&lt;br /&gt;thanks gals.&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat,&lt;br /&gt;things were gd i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;but sun,&lt;br /&gt;the feelin when im with &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; was realli bad.&lt;br /&gt;as in.&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;so before i went home,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to have a gd tok out with &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im prepared for the worst alrd.&lt;br /&gt;like i expected,&lt;br /&gt;things falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;we ended.&lt;br /&gt;i thot im strong enuff nt to cry.&lt;br /&gt;not to brkdwn.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;i noe im nt strong at all.&lt;br /&gt;the walk back to granny's place was long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; followed behind me.&lt;br /&gt;i cried even harder.&lt;br /&gt;the moment i saw &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; tears,&lt;br /&gt;my hrt hurts even bad-der.&lt;br /&gt;i nvr thot i wud be bck to her agn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but well,&lt;br /&gt;we were.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; agreed to start all over agn.&lt;br /&gt;i went bck to &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way till now since  sun.&lt;br /&gt;things are kinda fine.&lt;br /&gt;can see tt &lt;strong&gt;*she &lt;/strong&gt;is kinda compromising with me now.&lt;br /&gt;send me to the bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;do things i think it wil mke me better.&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;this is all i wanted frm &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ive been giving in everytime by saying "its ok"&lt;br /&gt;but deep in my hrt,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to scream "its NOT ok"&lt;br /&gt;nw,&lt;br /&gt;i gonna be bck myelf.&lt;br /&gt;im stil goin to give in but i gotta take it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgive me if im gonna be stubborn at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgive me im gg to be unreasonable sometime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im just tryin to protect myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but tis wun refrain me frm loving you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just want to know the love i want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the love i long lost months ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one i gt from you right at the start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;since 260905.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just want it all back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hearts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[bing bing]&lt;em&gt;  thanks darling for been there for me thruout the darkest time of mine. love you lots.! muackies. cya later.! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[jia] &lt;em&gt;u ask me not to sad, you oso dun sad wor. no matter what you stil got me with you. jus like how i gt you with me too. you haf really nvr failed to be there man. LOVES.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[rachel] &lt;em&gt;hey gal.! thanks.! i wil try my best to be happy. (: i hope she wil jus treasure after all these. hope she noe we came thru alot to be jus tgt. (: tk care.! u r always my fren and i'll be there to listen to ur prob if u nid. smiles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[ping] &lt;em&gt;haha. jus saw you the day before hurr.. im standing up now. i hope i wun fall agn. i dun wan to be hurt agn. i gt faith in everything. (: tk care alrite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[debb]&lt;em&gt; awww.. im gonna be ur forever love?! hahas. swt. hw's hols? cum ps visit us.! hahas. tk care.! i love you too (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[sinyi dar]&lt;em&gt;  mans. finally tt day the 5 of us managed to gather tgt hurr. such a nice moment. i jus miss sec sch life. sigh. hugs. mit up soon.! HUGGS.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-115034201892125194?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/115034201892125194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=115034201892125194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115034201892125194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/115034201892125194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-had-been-somtime-since-i-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-114966641689721210</id><published>2006-06-07T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:46:56.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back home and i got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;so make use of this time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling down now.&lt;br /&gt;no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;so i choose to hide myself at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno how.&lt;br /&gt;to stop makin myself been so sensative.&lt;br /&gt;its me.&lt;br /&gt;its really me.&lt;br /&gt;its just MINE character to be sensative.&lt;br /&gt;is it a wrong.?&lt;br /&gt;its jus torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i noe im stupid to always compare the present frm the past.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i jus feel that,&lt;br /&gt;things shoudlnt change so much.&lt;br /&gt;todae after prac ica,&lt;br /&gt;i was wishing tt &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; wil like in the past,&lt;br /&gt;asking me how was it and all.&lt;br /&gt;i refrain myself frm msgin &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; becoz i dun wish to disturb &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; frm wrk.&lt;br /&gt;i waited and waited.&lt;br /&gt;so end up i called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; did went for brk but jus din reply me.&lt;br /&gt;does tis shows that &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; dun care.?&lt;br /&gt;im hurt by it.&lt;br /&gt;i noe i might be unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;but sorry,&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;i try tokin nicely and all,&lt;br /&gt;but maybe becos &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt;  is really too busy,&lt;br /&gt;that;s why &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; sound bad agn.&lt;br /&gt;i told &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;  we maybe nt miting tonite,&lt;br /&gt;and all &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;  reply was jus,&lt;br /&gt;" up to you."&lt;br /&gt;hey,&lt;br /&gt;im hurt by tis.&lt;br /&gt;thou &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; might nt imply any other meaning but ya,&lt;br /&gt;i thot &lt;strong&gt;*she &lt;/strong&gt;will at least ask a why.&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;just take it im petty.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i just simply HATE it when &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; treat me gd at tis moment and hurt me badly the nxt.&lt;br /&gt;and i HATE myself for not been nonchalent at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus dunno how to be nonchalent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus nid to be pampered and coax.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus nid *you to be a little swt to me and let me feel like im the queen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus nid *you to be alittle kiddy and sa jiao with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus nid some care and concern from *you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus wan what *you promise me wil come true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus wan to hear *you when i think i nid it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i nid *your reply to make me happy a little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus wan to hear "i miss you" from *you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus nid *you to gif in to me a little more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime i jus wan *you to zong rong wo a little more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smtime and smtime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;althou something is i always wish wil happen everytime but i noe it wil only make things bad.&lt;br /&gt;im thinkin.&lt;br /&gt;im compromising.&lt;br /&gt;with all my might and heart.&lt;br /&gt;and i just want things to be best and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;please,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what i did is right.&lt;br /&gt;i want to show others that &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; are nt taking me granted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my tears jus sometime wun show how much im hurt on the outside becoz its my heart that is hurting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[debb]&lt;em&gt;  okies. soon it wil becum forever love. hahas. den wad bout mine in ur blog?  hurrhurr..hees. misses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[bing]&lt;em&gt; she is sinyi lehs. wad u expect.?hahas. cya later for bball. i miss my bball.! later must play oso hurr.hees.!&lt;/em&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;[sinyi]&lt;em&gt;  finally see ur tag. wahahas. nt bad la. at least now u noe how to use den nxt time wun be so mountain tortise le. hahas. oh ya, are u gg bbq tmr.? i miss you. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-114966641689721210?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/114966641689721210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=114966641689721210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114966641689721210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114966641689721210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-home-and-i-got-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-114956203011311017</id><published>2006-06-06T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:51:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last nite was too tired to post.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;i alrd fulfilled my 8 hrs of slp but i stil feel tired bery easily.&lt;br /&gt;dunno issit becoz of my medication.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cac and wanted to fetch &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; but end up she gt to ot til bery late so i din.&lt;br /&gt;was kinda disappointed and abit of angry.&lt;br /&gt;but i noe i cant blame &lt;strong&gt;*her &lt;/strong&gt;becoz is i choose to go there and wait de.&lt;br /&gt;den coy msged me say she goin to hougang oso den ask whether i wanna ride bck.&lt;br /&gt;before i agree her,&lt;br /&gt;i did ask &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; later angry or wad.&lt;br /&gt;im glad.&lt;br /&gt;i got a bery understanding gf.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i can feel like &lt;strong&gt;*she &lt;/strong&gt;not bery happy but &lt;strong&gt;*she &lt;/strong&gt;insist tt &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; isnt.&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;dear,&lt;br /&gt;smtime i wish u wil feel sour inside when im with other bung.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;but overall,&lt;br /&gt;i knew &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; trust me and all.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;nvr been trusted by sm1 like tis b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today going sch to pia for bio prac which is tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and i noe it wil be a hard day becoz &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; cant msg much le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; prepaid card not much value.&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;hope &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; will miss me a little more.&lt;br /&gt;hope i will receive suprise call from &lt;strong&gt;*her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oso somehow hope i will see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; later part of the nite.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i gt nth much to sae.&lt;br /&gt;or rather there is but i lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;now all i want to say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss to bits, *baby .!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[ wefiy] hellos.! how are you.?! miss you mans. when was the last time i met you hurr hurr.?hahas. tk care alrights? love you.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[debb] done. linked. hees.! all the best to ur papers.! cya ard soon.! HUGGS.&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/28364184-114956203011311017?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/114956203011311017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=114956203011311017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114956203011311017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114956203011311017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-nite-was-too-tired-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-114944258420748844</id><published>2006-06-05T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:39:27.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a happy little girl now.&lt;br /&gt;im smiling all the way since &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; left my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; brought lots of fun during the stay over last nite.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i study and &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; use my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;and found lots of hp themes and all.&lt;br /&gt;im really glad that things between us now is much more better.&lt;br /&gt;and i want it to stay this way always kays ?&lt;br /&gt;can see that &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is compromising with me too.&lt;br /&gt;we are meeting tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and oso wed.&lt;br /&gt;wowow...&lt;br /&gt;im a little high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;despite all those high-ness,&lt;br /&gt;im oso mugging.&lt;br /&gt;im swaetin like mad.&lt;br /&gt;the weather is really hot and humind.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;too bad,&lt;br /&gt;my kitchen gt no air con and this is the onli part of my hse tt gt wireless netwrk.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;i think i goin bck to my rm and mug.&lt;br /&gt;without com.&lt;br /&gt;shall do the rest of the quizes tmr.&lt;br /&gt;gd nite everyone.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;*YOU.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[ bing bing ] &lt;em&gt;haha, just suddenly think tt tis blog is nicely done and all and there is nth to hide frm anyone so i decided i shall let u guys link me. but i think i wil ad password so ya..hahas.tk care! miss you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[ debbie ]&lt;em&gt;  hey dear.! suprised to see u here. hees! drop by more often kays? hahas! u can link me and i wil link u too. but wad is ur URL ? hahas. LOVES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-114944258420748844?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/114944258420748844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=114944258420748844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114944258420748844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114944258420748844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-happy-little-girl-now.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-114931201521655471</id><published>2006-06-03T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:20:15.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanted to post last nite.&lt;br /&gt;but dunno what happen ,&lt;br /&gt;i think is the server down or wad so eva,&lt;br /&gt;i cant even open my blog page.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine i slpt till 12 plus gg 1 today.&lt;br /&gt;i kip diahrrea last nite la,&lt;br /&gt;den mummy dunno gif me eat wad med n i end up slpin like a log.&lt;br /&gt;nt a bad one thou.&lt;br /&gt;ive been missing the time i slp for long hours and nt thinkin of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to mit &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; at cac den maybe go tao payao wif &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; din call me and when i wake up &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; alrd waiting for bus to tamp.&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;nvm,&lt;br /&gt;shall see &lt;strong&gt;*her &lt;/strong&gt;later of the day ba.&lt;br /&gt;so meanwhile i wil have to pia my bio.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;praying hard tt &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; wil stay over tonight.&lt;br /&gt;den &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; can play my lappy and i wil study for bio thru the nite.&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;sound fun hurr.&lt;br /&gt;pray pray.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i wun expect too much becoz i dun wan to be disappointed too much if &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; din stay.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everything between us now is better.&lt;br /&gt;been nonchalent is really great.&lt;br /&gt;i shall cont be tt way.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe tt is the best way for me n &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;tis cumin thurs gt gv bbq nite agn.!&lt;br /&gt;i wan to go.&lt;br /&gt;but provided my ica are ready by wed so thurs we no nid to stay after sch which is alrd 6 to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;if we haf to,&lt;br /&gt;den i cant mk it to the bbq le.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;lots of gatherin comin up.&lt;br /&gt;and im really lookin forward to it.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*baby, &lt;/strong&gt;see you tonight. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-114931201521655471?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/114931201521655471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=114931201521655471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114931201521655471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114931201521655471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/wanted-to-post-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-114916063716984434</id><published>2006-06-01T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:17:17.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on mc again.&lt;br /&gt;tis the dunno how many times i gt mc so far le.&lt;br /&gt;my body is getting weaker and weaker.&lt;br /&gt;somtime its ok but sometime it jus want to haf a brk and im to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;tis morn wake up as usual,&lt;br /&gt;was brushing teeth den suddenly vomit and follow by a sharp pain in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;i sat on the floor huggin the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;den i realise its realli unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;and i start cryin.&lt;br /&gt;wad a shame .&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;den followed by diahrrea.&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;all i ate the past few days seems to be out alrd.&lt;br /&gt;went to tk mc and doctor insist i shud go for a scope.&lt;br /&gt;which i really seriously doesnt want.&lt;br /&gt;its painful can.&lt;br /&gt;i told &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; sae will be with me if i go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; better mean what &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; says.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts damn badly.&lt;br /&gt;huggin my xiao zhu tightly.&lt;br /&gt;but i wish &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; is here to hug me instead.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i miss&lt;strong&gt; *her&lt;/strong&gt; a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im goin off.&lt;br /&gt;tk care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-114916063716984434?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/114916063716984434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28364184&amp;postID=114916063716984434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114916063716984434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28364184/posts/default/114916063716984434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-mc-again.html' title=''/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329797164026581361</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-28364184.post-114905382183573642</id><published>2006-05-31T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:37:01.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okies.&lt;br /&gt;now im sitting at the bck of the lt becoz i dun haf tis module.&lt;br /&gt;using lappy with fear becoz anytime a lecturer will just come in and check.&lt;br /&gt;and ta da,&lt;br /&gt;one jus came.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;but i dun gif a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;how is my new layout.?&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to wefiy.!&lt;br /&gt;she is damn gd at tis.&lt;br /&gt;haha !&lt;br /&gt;thns thns !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;nt feelin bery happy somehow.&lt;br /&gt;feelin insecure and all.&lt;br /&gt;the misses i haf in within is too much for me to bear.&lt;br /&gt;so much wanted to tell &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; how much i miss her but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;i fear &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wil unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;fear tt &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; will think im fan.&lt;br /&gt;fear fear and fear.&lt;br /&gt;sometime of the day i can totally dun think of &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; but smtime i really cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;missing someone is so xinku esp when u cant even let them noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DEAR&lt;/strong&gt; im missing &lt;strong&gt;*you&lt;/strong&gt; a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cud see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; tonite but i noe i cant.&lt;br /&gt;i promise tt i wun see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; tt often but somehow i wish i cud realli see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;smtime im thinkin,&lt;br /&gt;why in the past &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; could like always gif in to ebong and zhong rong her but nt me.&lt;br /&gt;i noe &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wil do tis is becoz &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt wan to let mi xi guan.&lt;br /&gt;but smtime i really hope &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; wil zhong rong wo abit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recalling &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;  msg sent to me two wks ago tellin me tt i made &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; really miss me so much.&lt;br /&gt;tt dae i did see &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the dae before we oso met.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; misses me.&lt;br /&gt;i really love &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; tellin me tis.&lt;br /&gt;but after tt day,&lt;br /&gt;i havent heard tis kind of misses from &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; le.&lt;br /&gt;so many days we din mit and all but &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; like nvr miss mi tt much.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i really wonder how to make &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; miss me tis much agn.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;i think is call misses.&lt;br /&gt;true misses.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;im feelin alittle better.&lt;br /&gt;becoz &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; jus called.&lt;br /&gt;thou din tok much.&lt;br /&gt;but listenin to &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt; voice,&lt;br /&gt;tokin to me nicely,&lt;br /&gt;im alrd glad.&lt;br /&gt;easily contented hurr?&lt;br /&gt;ya.,&lt;br /&gt;tt's me.&lt;br /&gt;is the hint i always gif &lt;strong&gt;*her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need you because i love you.. &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-114905382183573642?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/114905382183573642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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wif &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt; on sat nite and whole of sun.&lt;br /&gt;and oso tonite.&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner and all.&lt;br /&gt;i jus love the way we are now.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall really stop thinkin so much as long as &lt;strong&gt;*she&lt;/strong&gt; treat me like tis always.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to slp le.&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happen.&lt;br /&gt;dunno how to say here.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my &lt;strong&gt;*gf&lt;/strong&gt;.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28364184-114892385999563022?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/114892385999563022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;All alone I have started my journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To the darkness of darkness I go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;With a reason,I stopped for a moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In this world full of pleasure so frail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Town after town on I travel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pass through faces I know and know not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Like a bird in flight,sometimes I topple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Time and time again,just farewells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;All alone as the day I was born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Till your eyes rest in mine,I shall wander &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No more darkness I know and know not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;For your sweetness I traded my freedom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Not knowing a farewell awaits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You know,hearts can be repeatedly broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Making room for the harrows to came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Along with my sorrows I buried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My tears,my smiles,your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once again with my shadows I roam &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/28364184-114855772423133499?l=cthia07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthia07.blogspot.com/feeds/114855772423133499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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