<?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-8830428043224290878</id><updated>2011-10-08T10:13:51.511-07:00</updated><category term='tell me where its hurting now.'/><title type='text'>if i bleed for you,would you love me back?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>410</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-1601339696440724342</id><published>2011-10-02T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T05:55:48.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in time to come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Joanna Yong" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-ash2/275486_725968128_279288809_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;many things happen during this few months..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time is indeed running fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had missed out on alot of things but i do feel happier now than before:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i have lost the lady whom used to be there throughout my darkest time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have learnt to pick myself up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go on without you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to accept the fact that i have really lost you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your bday is approaching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wouldnt be wishin u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that doesnt mean i have forgotten u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i jus knew what u wanted me to do 2yrs back when u have decided to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) i miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i had e chance to talk to you still.&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaaa-daaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time flies and now is already the month of october:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still have less than two months to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im nervous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im excited..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe throughout all these month i have learnt to see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see what should be called priority and what i shld not bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;becoming a mother myself is no longer a joke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna give little chloe the best i could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;many have said that i resemble daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i wanna make a change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wouldn wan to follow his footstep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;throughout all these years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been living in denial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lied to myself that i have e best dad in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lied that he didnt mean to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive learnt that he is indeed jus so useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell myself im a 20yrs old kid now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i no longer wan to dwell back in e past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to moved on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im indeed trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have learnt to forgo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and take thing easy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still trying &amp;amp; still learning to grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i have straightened my thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have seen it all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to go on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to move on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to learn to achieve what ive lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be happier in life:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1601339696440724342?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1601339696440724342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1601339696440724342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1601339696440724342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1601339696440724342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-time-to-come.html' title='in time to come.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7780114459323434837</id><published>2011-07-13T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:16:12.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTMLxQLZSI0/Th3e2LpmYlI/AAAAAAAACek/ZpI4Kpi15DQ/s1600/IMG_1407.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTMLxQLZSI0/Th3e2LpmYlI/AAAAAAAACek/ZpI4Kpi15DQ/s320/IMG_1407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628900131704562258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQOXUyWD8jA/Th3e18MT12I/AAAAAAAACec/Skepiyauybw/s1600/IMG_0319.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQOXUyWD8jA/Th3e18MT12I/AAAAAAAACec/Skepiyauybw/s320/IMG_0319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628900127555180386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTa6zDwAzS4/Th3e1lROw4I/AAAAAAAACeU/hr6bkkyvs30/s1600/IMG_0286.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTa6zDwAzS4/Th3e1lROw4I/AAAAAAAACeU/hr6bkkyvs30/s320/IMG_0286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628900121401803650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nS9XQ0qmVdo/Th3e1ZJ3gMI/AAAAAAAACeM/62raSeJz7ZU/s1600/12538_183306933128_725968128_2986004_3137229_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nS9XQ0qmVdo/Th3e1ZJ3gMI/AAAAAAAACeM/62raSeJz7ZU/s320/12538_183306933128_725968128_2986004_3137229_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628900118149693634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throughout everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i treated u as a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i doted on you more than i could have done so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have never given up hope on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but end of all all u make me felt was disappointment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;used and betrayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because u betrayed my trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and u betrayed my friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u make me feel used by u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno what u wan from me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because only when u feel lonely than u turn to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if really i only have u as a fren,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for me to lose you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because u are not worth my frenship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do u think i really wanna chase u for e money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me tell u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its because u always take me for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7780114459323434837?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/7780114459323434837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=7780114459323434837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7780114459323434837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7780114459323434837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2011/07/throughout-everything-i-treated-u-as.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTMLxQLZSI0/Th3e2LpmYlI/AAAAAAAACek/ZpI4Kpi15DQ/s72-c/IMG_1407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-983714816934302024</id><published>2011-07-05T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:27:04.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvTyB2dJ4nc/ThNwFaa0iuI/AAAAAAAACds/kDNf7vxiaEg/s320/SAM_1808.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625963597809355490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is part of whoever that came for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there are more people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna thank kat,wendy,chris,medaline,siao eh,alicia, ah yi, xiao sky,deardear, lawrence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they really make my life worthwhile for that very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my bday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gwen n xiao sky came my hse with a bday cake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than kat came to fetch me at 530.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after which head down to pwp to meet dear &amp;amp; timothy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waited superrrr long before CHRIS, MEDALINE&amp;amp; GF came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear i was damn happy cuz e two butch lie tt they need work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that went yoshinoya to eat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POT CAME OKAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; omg i was soooo happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat at pwp stairs for very long chatted n laughed among us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KUKU WENDY APPEARDED with a cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was v touched because i nv expected that she will be there!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i almost burst into tears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than go to mac n sit n tok for really long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before that AHYI N GF CAME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hugged him so tight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been yrs since i seen him:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than chris stayed throughout with kat until all go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tts how i spend my bday:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TON after dunno how many yrs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at old airport road with kat,chris n timothy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bus-ed home on e morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear came over cause we quarreled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after which okay le i went his hse to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all e way till sat &amp;amp;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i FELL SICK.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvrsiKEALiU/ThNwFldmrpI/AAAAAAAACd0/mXN9G4rKeCU/s320/SAM_1821.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625963600773820050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIAO EH &amp;amp; ME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1VqZAheR_Y/ThNwFCh5_2I/AAAAAAAACdk/kzozZOmkzwY/s1600/IMG_1405.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1VqZAheR_Y/ThNwFCh5_2I/AAAAAAAACdk/kzozZOmkzwY/s320/IMG_1405.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625963591396622178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzqh3D7Qpn4/ThNwE03TT3I/AAAAAAAACdc/W_VBVHcU0-E/s1600/IMG_1404.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzqh3D7Qpn4/ThNwE03TT3I/AAAAAAAACdc/W_VBVHcU0-E/s320/IMG_1404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625963587728265074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dearest SISTER &amp;amp; BABY:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrhYOgZRW9A/ThNsqD5ck4I/AAAAAAAACdU/z6si-z6oED4/s1600/IMG_1403.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrhYOgZRW9A/ThNsqD5ck4I/AAAAAAAACdU/z6si-z6oED4/s320/IMG_1403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625959829372441474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KUKU &amp;amp; BABY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMoz64ZM77Y/ThNsp0pjWZI/AAAAAAAACdM/KJDD0v4b_Y0/s1600/IMG_1382.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMoz64ZM77Y/ThNsp0pjWZI/AAAAAAAACdM/KJDD0v4b_Y0/s320/IMG_1382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625959825279244690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY ME:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKMt-VE0KYw/ThNspujPNLI/AAAAAAAACdE/dVB-5LnBObo/s1600/IMG_1375.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKMt-VE0KYw/ThNspujPNLI/AAAAAAAACdE/dVB-5LnBObo/s320/IMG_1375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625959823642145970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one not facing cam is xiaosky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpUeu6a5kJs/ThNspWmyFzI/AAAAAAAACc8/CNS2dLa2nAw/s1600/IMG_1368.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpUeu6a5kJs/ThNspWmyFzI/AAAAAAAACc8/CNS2dLa2nAw/s320/IMG_1368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625959817214564146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while at my hse downstairs:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfpkYMuahiw/ThNspDWdFzI/AAAAAAAACc0/4zZb9iaEcqs/s1600/IMG_1361.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfpkYMuahiw/ThNspDWdFzI/AAAAAAAACc0/4zZb9iaEcqs/s320/IMG_1361.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625959812045805362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnft2AzM-2Q/ThNwFxooLHI/AAAAAAAACd8/rI3i4tSvv8A/s320/IMG_0805.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625963604041280626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this guy was with me throughout all these months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there when i had to make a right decision,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there when i need to be scolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there when i fell apart in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there to keep me strong &amp;amp; going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there to be my sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there to make me e happiest girl on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there when i lost my sens of direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there to pull me thru my darkest moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there when i needed a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there when i couldnt find a reason to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there to feed me with food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there to treat me like a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there for me when i needed to go e extra mile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there for me in e middle of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there to bring me the most precious thing in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there to be my future n destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was there to love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though we always quarrel &amp;amp; quarrel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know deep down he loves me alot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldnt have been strong without him today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldnt have been luckiler to have him with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love u my future husband,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for being a part of me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3ssPbfZ66k/ThNzwVMbvAI/AAAAAAAACeE/yJisKQ7mf0Y/s320/%25E6%2597%25A0%25E6%25B3%2595%25E5%2588%25B0%25E6%2589%258B%25E7%259A%2584%25E7%2588%25B1%2528%2527v%2527%2529024.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625967633676090370" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;and to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;my only true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;i have not forgotten you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;though u have left &amp;amp; never a part of me anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;i rmb all that you have taught me clear &amp;amp; well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;i finally know what u hope of me back in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;but it was me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;who is naive &amp;amp; stubborn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;not willing to hear you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;now that finally after u leaving me for going to two years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;i got ur meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;what is grown up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;u left me half way to grow up on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;my life will nvr have u stepping in anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;for this i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;i dunno if u still care for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;but i just want you to know that i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;i look back thru the pictures we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;you were a part of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;but time flys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;i &amp;amp; you really grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;never expected both of us to end up like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;because whenever there's jo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;there will always be yinjie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;but it doesnt matters anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;many times we could walk right passed each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;as though we were never a part of each others life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;i jus wan u to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;i miss you&amp;amp; i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-983714816934302024?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/983714816934302024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=983714816934302024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/983714816934302024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/983714816934302024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvTyB2dJ4nc/ThNwFaa0iuI/AAAAAAAACds/kDNf7vxiaEg/s72-c/SAM_1808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3967461258795061503</id><published>2011-03-23T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:03:18.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDPZhrhR3Nk/TYo0buu4KYI/AAAAAAAACcE/YUVaquy_nCw/s1600/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDPZhrhR3Nk/TYo0buu4KYI/AAAAAAAACcE/YUVaquy_nCw/s320/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587335938712283522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay as u all can see,&lt;div&gt;many things have changed in my life this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im back to single again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my relationship with jeffrey lasted for 1yr 3 mths before we officially broke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things didnt go well with us thise 2 mths when he is in army,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everything turn out nasty n ugly as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im moving on happily because there is no point holding back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no regrets for everything i have done in the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i left because i love him n i hope he will grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last thing i hope of him is for him to be truely happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i may not be the one who get to be cherished like the next girl tt comes along,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still willing to let it all go for him to know what is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i believe if u really love someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you would want them to be truely happy.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is e greatest sacrifice a girl can do in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agreement? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay back to topic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in may i will be attending my sister wedding:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i seriously cant wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is like finally:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright blog again soon:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3967461258795061503?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3967461258795061503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3967461258795061503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3967461258795061503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3967461258795061503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2011/03/okay-as-u-all-can-see-many-things-have.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDPZhrhR3Nk/TYo0buu4KYI/AAAAAAAACcE/YUVaquy_nCw/s72-c/IMG_0612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-190626804765893541</id><published>2011-02-06T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:54:55.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars n venus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Mars n Venus. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/190626804765893541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2011/02/mars-n-venus.html' title='Mars n venus.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7871877872806771522</id><published>2011-01-20T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:03:49.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TTiCeOYDKJI/AAAAAAAACbw/IH0xHlJVx-k/s1600/166868_499632213128_725968128_6188855_1012791_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TTiCeOYDKJI/AAAAAAAACbw/IH0xHlJVx-k/s200/166868_499632213128_725968128_6188855_1012791_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564340795382900882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have been together for coming 1 yr 2 mths already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since the day u went in army until now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have been quarrellin alot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i feel that time is forcing both of us to be strong n move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time indeed change someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you said that you dun feel my love anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but deep down in my heart i reali still love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must always rmb not to let a moment of happiness destroy what i have.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss u so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but u just cnt be here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im learnin to go on without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not that i cant wait on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just that what exactly happen to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happen to the once we call 'you n me?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both you and i know that there is something wrong between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both of us reali feel the distance between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we can only keep on quarreling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooo many things happen during this one mth plus when u are inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and both of us began to lose trust in each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the obstacles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are we reali able to pull thru all this obstacles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOKING BACK AT THE PHOTOS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've been thru so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn alot of hells together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every different type of celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every different type of happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even every single type of sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i called just to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i reali miss u alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but do u reali noe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time is forcing me to grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant help but keep on thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i choose not to grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt wan to face the reality world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i noe i need to grow up.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will u reali reali be my future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7871877872806771522?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TTiCeOYDKJI/AAAAAAAACbw/IH0xHlJVx-k/s72-c/166868_499632213128_725968128_6188855_1012791_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-6658161273254748359</id><published>2011-01-09T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:33:55.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TSq1dok6FQI/AAAAAAAACbo/R_OzSJ3dTvY/s1600/SAM_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TSq1dok6FQI/AAAAAAAACbo/R_OzSJ3dTvY/s200/SAM_1473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560456210655352066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have already enter army for a month,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im still trying to get used to not having here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly todae turns out that i start to miss u so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wished u were here to give me a tight hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;letting me know that u are still around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wandering around my presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no body can ever replace u despite we going thru more than a yr together now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still love u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my feelin hasnt faded a single bit yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish u were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wan u here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i jus cant give up on u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of the strong love for u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still waiting .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wanna wait till u are out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll settle down n plan for our future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jus waiting for u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to asked me to be yours.:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wo ai ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-6658161273254748359?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/6658161273254748359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=6658161273254748359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/6658161273254748359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/6658161273254748359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TSq1dok6FQI/AAAAAAAACbo/R_OzSJ3dTvY/s72-c/SAM_1473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-4327667841441137270</id><published>2011-01-06T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:01:40.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so long never blog le.&lt;br /&gt;in three days time,&lt;br /&gt;baby in army already one month le.&lt;br /&gt;time passed very fast uh.&lt;br /&gt;but than we have been quarreling alot eh.&lt;br /&gt;that time baji lied to me on new yr day.&lt;br /&gt;first time after this one yr plus.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;getting used to work life n also nt havin baji le bahs.&lt;br /&gt;but of course my heart still love him:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-4327667841441137270?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/4327667841441137270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=4327667841441137270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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girl without u here with me.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna drink!!&lt;br /&gt;time pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;i have been moving on,&lt;br /&gt;or at least trying to.&lt;br /&gt;u are ;&lt;br /&gt;gone&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-8070307486031034609?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/8070307486031034609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=8070307486031034609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/8070307486031034609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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soon 4days after that,&lt;br /&gt;u will be going in army for two years.&lt;br /&gt;my heart has all the questioned longing to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels all the curiosity and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;time is drawing nearer.&lt;br /&gt;and as each day pass,&lt;br /&gt;i began to asked myself if i am strong enough to take it.&lt;br /&gt;i began to slowly imagining u growin up,&lt;br /&gt;and leaving my side.&lt;br /&gt;i have been keepin u here for long,&lt;br /&gt;its time i need to set u free to grow into a real man.&lt;br /&gt;maybe this two years will cause a drastic change in us,&lt;br /&gt;maybe in two yrs time we wouldnt be who we are anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im holding on,&lt;br /&gt;im cherish this one mth left for us.&lt;br /&gt;im telling myself that when the time come,&lt;br /&gt;i have to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;i have not learnt how to grow up,&lt;br /&gt;im still depending on u.&lt;br /&gt;im still leaning on u to give me the warmth i asked for.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to show as though im fine,&lt;br /&gt;to be fine in everybody's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;but deep down,&lt;br /&gt;im struggling,&lt;br /&gt;strugglin to tell myself to pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;struggling to tell myself to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;my love for u is 100percent true.&lt;br /&gt;they sae it will be a great test for us.&lt;br /&gt;i have the confidence,&lt;br /&gt;i just need more strength.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;while u are inside,&lt;br /&gt;i want to be smiling and waiting upon ur return.&lt;br /&gt;i need to set u free to be a realman.&lt;br /&gt;baby u noe wad?&lt;br /&gt;no matter what matters to us in 1 mth,half yr,1 yr or even 2yrs from now,&lt;br /&gt;i wan u to know im giving u my true blessing,&lt;br /&gt;to let u be who u want to be.&lt;br /&gt;and to show u that i reali love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this 11 mth together,&lt;br /&gt;i wan to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;apologize for being so paranoid and possesive to u.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for holding on to u for so long.&lt;br /&gt;i cant give u the best i can,&lt;br /&gt;but only to let u have the best i have.&lt;br /&gt;i tell myself,&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong be strong.&lt;br /&gt;and i am reali learning to be now.&lt;br /&gt;it takes two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;and i will give all i can to make this r/s worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;because,&lt;br /&gt;its u who complete me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no words can describe how much i truely love u or need u.&lt;br /&gt;but i know u need to go ,&lt;br /&gt;to learn to be a man.&lt;br /&gt;and also to let our r/s go thru the strongest test ever.&lt;br /&gt;time is drawing nearer.&lt;br /&gt;and everydae im preparing myself.&lt;br /&gt;i hope when the day come,&lt;br /&gt;i will be smiling and bidding u goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;being a reali strong person and not sheddin a tear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2914936033198299279?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/2914936033198299279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=2914936033198299279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2914936033198299279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2914936033198299279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-marks-11mths-of-us-being.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5808121225502083929</id><published>2010-10-24T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T05:10:09.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;i jus wanna have more of ur care.&lt;br /&gt;but where are u when i need u most?&lt;br /&gt;will u ever care if i ever run away and choose to hide?&lt;br /&gt;will u find me?&lt;br /&gt;will u think of me.&lt;br /&gt;will u even worry for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5808121225502083929?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5808121225502083929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5808121225502083929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5808121225502083929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5808121225502083929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-feel-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in 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.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go away.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2286649309389182227?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/2286649309389182227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=2286649309389182227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2286649309389182227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2286649309389182227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-been-admitted-into-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5807372862016807696</id><published>2010-08-03T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T07:38:56.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;if u're the one.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;what can u give me?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i asked god,&lt;br /&gt;what do i want from u?&lt;br /&gt;i began to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;if u're reali the one.&lt;br /&gt;i began to asked ,&lt;br /&gt;are u my happiness?&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to go on like this?&lt;br /&gt;is this realli wad i want from u?&lt;br /&gt;is this wad u can reali give me?&lt;br /&gt;a lepaord never changes its spots.&lt;br /&gt;and will u always continue like this too?&lt;br /&gt;what will the price be to hold on for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to try living and carrying on like this?&lt;br /&gt;give me a direction,god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5807372862016807696?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5807372862016807696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5807372862016807696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TCNx74KTeqI/AAAAAAAACbU/3TL-9OdLsl4/s1600/ilu.djkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TCNx74KTeqI/AAAAAAAACbU/3TL-9OdLsl4/s200/ilu.djkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486354044569221794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this relationship still surviving ?&lt;br /&gt;or are we on the verge of breaking up?&lt;br /&gt;are you still the guy whom i first known?&lt;br /&gt;or have u changed completely into someone else?&lt;br /&gt;my heart feel so unstable.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could voice it out to you.&lt;br /&gt;baby what has happen to us?&lt;br /&gt;cant u treat me better?&lt;br /&gt;can u not leave me alone anymore?&lt;br /&gt;can u cherish me more?&lt;br /&gt;i began to realise,&lt;br /&gt;time has realli passed very fast.&lt;br /&gt;i still love you with every breathe tt i take.&lt;br /&gt;my heart beats for u every single time we're together.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to play a good part,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope u noe wad it takes to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;dun ever let me feel lonely anymore.&lt;br /&gt;will u ever noe how ive been feeling?&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid tt u sae its over,&lt;br /&gt;because its the last word i ever wan to hear.&lt;br /&gt;baby;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;dun let my heart die on you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-323159320245285885?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/323159320245285885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=323159320245285885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/323159320245285885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/323159320245285885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-this-relationship-still-surviving-or.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TCNx74KTeqI/AAAAAAAACbU/3TL-9OdLsl4/s72-c/ilu.djkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7543811740784862457</id><published>2010-06-17T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:27:00.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know what i have regretted in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i know what has causes all this to become the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;why am i feeling a little mixed up in my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7543811740784862457?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/7543811740784862457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=7543811740784862457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7543811740784862457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7543811740784862457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-what-i-have-regretted-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-8530472258754966505</id><published>2010-06-15T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:38:43.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all the changes i have from 2007 until now.&lt;br /&gt;actually i think i till look the same.hahas&lt;br /&gt;only with more pimples and darker eyebag(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA7Xt2kaI/AAAAAAAACY8/ax2d2XTubRc/s1600/.our+memories.%28441%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA7Xt2kaI/AAAAAAAACY8/ax2d2XTubRc/s200/.our+memories.%28441%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482992828813840802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA64ZfpVI/AAAAAAAACY0/ugvEg_eAWBU/s1600/Hey+its+u..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA64ZfpVI/AAAAAAAACY0/ugvEg_eAWBU/s200/Hey+its+u..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482992820406953298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA7x82TVI/AAAAAAAACZE/ub5CHgEqawQ/s1600/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA7x82TVI/AAAAAAAACZE/ub5CHgEqawQ/s200/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482992835856059730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;year2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDARJWaEI/AAAAAAAACaU/97CScGKjjUI/s1600/DSCN1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDARJWaEI/AAAAAAAACaU/97CScGKjjUI/s200/DSCN1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995111972726850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeC_B-ZCyI/AAAAAAAACaE/pXXIuuI1i1c/s1600/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeC_B-ZCyI/AAAAAAAACaE/pXXIuuI1i1c/s200/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995090720361250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeC_tJKHFI/AAAAAAAACaM/vbd0MvKWb_0/s1600/secret+love.If+only%27037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeC_tJKHFI/AAAAAAAACaM/vbd0MvKWb_0/s200/secret+love.If+only%27037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995102308244562" border="0" /&gt; year 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDwP_3pLI/AAAAAAAACas/R4Omghu5ZbA/s1600/secret+lbove.lmIf+only%27005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDwP_3pLI/AAAAAAAACas/R4Omghu5ZbA/s200/secret+lbove.lmIf+only%27005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995936298247346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDxMzb5FI/AAAAAAAACbE/7zW47Bzjysg/s1600/secretlovelIfonly010-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDxMzb5FI/AAAAAAAACbE/7zW47Bzjysg/s200/secretlovelIfonly010-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995952620659794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDwXvaqKI/AAAAAAAACa0/-VVqI5APDY8/s1600/secret+love.l020320092651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDwXvaqKI/AAAAAAAACa0/-VVqI5APDY8/s200/secret+love.l020320092651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995938376722594" border="0" /&gt;year 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeC-v-cvRI/AAAAAAAACZ8/oFa2rarwsEs/s1600/ernest+peanutIf+only%27038+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeC-v-cvRI/AAAAAAAACZ8/oFa2rarwsEs/s200/ernest+peanutIf+only%27038+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995085888765202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCXIVxMdI/AAAAAAAACZ0/F8t6RoRs1po/s1600/ilu.If+only%27043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCXIVxMdI/AAAAAAAACZ0/F8t6RoRs1po/s200/ilu.If+only%27043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482994405234258386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDAg5tI4I/AAAAAAAACac/wWZTH7S3loQ/s1600/emotional..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDAg5tI4I/AAAAAAAACac/wWZTH7S3loQ/s200/emotional..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995116202075010" border="0" /&gt;year 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCWdaDmhI/AAAAAAAACZk/1PFT-bCGJ7g/s1600/ilu.iluDSC00198-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCWdaDmhI/AAAAAAAACZk/1PFT-bCGJ7g/s200/ilu.iluDSC00198-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482994393709517330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA8XJF4EI/AAAAAAAACZM/5RjIaUlU92k/s1600/ilu.DSC00203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA8XJF4EI/AAAAAAAACZM/5RjIaUlU92k/s200/ilu.DSC00203-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482992845839523906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCWyGkNUI/AAAAAAAACZs/o6Up372QOzs/s1600/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCWyGkNUI/AAAAAAAACZs/o6Up372QOzs/s200/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482994399264912706" border="0" /&gt;year 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCV6vpNfI/AAAAAAAACZc/94QfK3vmGpM/s1600/ilu.DSC003192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCV6vpNfI/AAAAAAAACZc/94QfK3vmGpM/s200/ilu.DSC003192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482994384404821490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDvyOm79I/AAAAAAAACak/3aoU2LtgTf0/s1600/ilu.DSC01037-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeDvyOm79I/AAAAAAAACak/3aoU2LtgTf0/s200/ilu.DSC01037-1kk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995928307003346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCVsoZSUI/AAAAAAAACZU/50Zetrhtnbg/s1600/Photo+0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeCVsoZSUI/AAAAAAAACZU/50Zetrhtnbg/s200/Photo+0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482994380616321346" border="0" /&gt;year 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeEqLJrM0I/AAAAAAAACbM/0QVRSEhJbtc/s1600/DSC01795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeEqLJrM0I/AAAAAAAACbM/0QVRSEhJbtc/s200/DSC01795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482996931429610306" border="0" /&gt;mar2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most recent photo i took few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA6nZTHwI/AAAAAAAACYs/0bJhA8fSy00/s1600/ilu.djkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBeA6nZTHwI/AAAAAAAACYs/0bJhA8fSy00/s200/ilu.djkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482992815842729730" border="0" /&gt;june2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just chatting with many people about time passing really fast.&lt;br /&gt;i read back on alot of past love notes and all,&lt;br /&gt;most of the time even trying to figure who wrote it to me and who i wrote to.lols.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is approaching in 13days time.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it has been realli fast.&lt;br /&gt;when i started counting down,&lt;br /&gt;back than it was like 2mths plus ago.&lt;br /&gt;and now it less than two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;what will i have for this year?&lt;br /&gt;maybe the more i grow up,&lt;br /&gt;i start to stop all my wiseful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i start to stop my fairytale dreams and all.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i began to realise many things i have not realised in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is reali approaching,&lt;br /&gt;but i know very well the people who wished me last yr,&lt;br /&gt;will nvr wished me now.&lt;br /&gt;the people who i spent my birthday with,&lt;br /&gt;will never spend with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;many things have realli changed.&lt;br /&gt;because a yr has past,&lt;br /&gt;people might eventually forget how close they used to be with u etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few years alot ppl step in and out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;let me think back...&lt;br /&gt;there are two person tt step into my life when i worked in jackplace,&lt;br /&gt;and eventually left footprints in me.&lt;br /&gt;i still rmb last year during my birthdae,&lt;br /&gt;i had a fought with janelle after stjames..&lt;br /&gt;but on my bdae she rushed down to celebrate with me.&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping athari would have surprised me,&lt;br /&gt;but he didnt.&lt;br /&gt;and end up i fought with yinjie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year,&lt;br /&gt;renee suddenly ended the friendship with me.&lt;br /&gt;and zhihao and i got back in contact again.&lt;br /&gt;maybe all these were fate?&lt;br /&gt;people who were meant to stay should have stayed,&lt;br /&gt;people who were meant to go will eventually leave.&lt;br /&gt;i guess when i come to think back,&lt;br /&gt;i still feel alittle upset.&lt;br /&gt;coming to think of drifting with ppl whom are close to me once,&lt;br /&gt;coming to think of sister i used to have.&lt;br /&gt;coming to think of someone who would rush down whenever im in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;but now i am already 19yrs old,&lt;br /&gt;im no longer the 14yrs old girl u once noe.&lt;br /&gt;no longer the 16 yrs old  girl u once worry for.&lt;br /&gt;no longer the 18 yrs old girl u always got angry with.&lt;br /&gt;even if now i wan to make u angry,&lt;br /&gt;even if i wanna make u care for me,&lt;br /&gt;even if i wan you to notice me for the last time,&lt;br /&gt;it all too late.&lt;br /&gt;because u are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly funny thoughts have been rummagin thru my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i cant predict the future.&lt;br /&gt;but who knows wad will happen in the end?&lt;br /&gt;maybe e past had left you crying bitterly,&lt;br /&gt;trying to struggle thru the pain.&lt;br /&gt;but end up down in 5 or 10 years time,&lt;br /&gt;the same thing will happen between u and the person,&lt;br /&gt;but this time with a different ending?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;im still hoping,&lt;br /&gt;and i realli did hope.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told YOU everyone has a past,&lt;br /&gt;but not everyone dwell back.&lt;br /&gt;they just did some looking back.&lt;br /&gt;looking back at how foolish they were,&lt;br /&gt;looking back at how stupid they have been.&lt;br /&gt;looking back at how they tried to stand up from where they fall.&lt;br /&gt;but they do not stay there and hold onto the pain.&lt;br /&gt;instead,&lt;br /&gt;they cry,&lt;br /&gt;they feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;and yet they still move on.&lt;br /&gt;you said i have not grown up,&lt;br /&gt;but u are wrong,&lt;br /&gt;because days without u i have been trying to stand strong.&lt;br /&gt;and now i am proud because ive made it.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself joanna yong,&lt;br /&gt;you just try..&lt;br /&gt;try and never lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;but the more i tried,&lt;br /&gt;the more i realise u are realli gone.&lt;br /&gt;so im giving up hope.&lt;br /&gt;anywae,&lt;br /&gt;i guess alot of my frens will tink im heartless.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to janelle and chris.&lt;br /&gt;it has been so long since i contacted u guys or even mit up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told germ and zhihao,&lt;br /&gt;many things have reali changed.&lt;br /&gt;and coming to think of the past,&lt;br /&gt;CHEE ZHIHAO U STIL OWE ME SUSHI UH.=)&lt;br /&gt;germaine said it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it reali was?&lt;br /&gt;but out of all fun i had,&lt;br /&gt;ive hurt many people intentionally &amp;amp; unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;just because i was still very immature and childish back than.&lt;br /&gt;well anywae its the past(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once again,&lt;br /&gt;people who read my blog will be wondering..&lt;br /&gt;'what the hell is this girl toking abt?'&lt;br /&gt;but i like to sound as though im writing in mystery.&lt;br /&gt;and if u noe it's u,&lt;br /&gt;im sure u CAN feel it.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt u ever read my blog anymore(: .&lt;div 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320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBXbvb0Jh5I/AAAAAAAACYk/52CCdHdBv4A/s320/DSC02027-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482529729360267154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong is extremely upset as she is havin alot of pimples poppin out!&lt;br /&gt;secondly,&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong is very tired havin to work work work everydae.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly,&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong has been undergoing severe 'depression' bcuz of surrounding things.&lt;br /&gt;fourthly,&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong boyfriend is busy playin game and ignoring her!!&lt;br /&gt;lastly but not least,&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong birthday is coming soon(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week celebrated mummy birthdae on my anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;time indeed pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;but few days later sth happen to me n baby,&lt;br /&gt;perhap it want at the right time,&lt;br /&gt;he was stress up with things ard him,&lt;br /&gt;and yet i am there irritating him with all stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;but im glad baby and i are trying to mend back the hurt again..&lt;br /&gt;i hope everythin has been settled for him,&lt;br /&gt;hopin tt he is not as stress as before(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently,&lt;br /&gt;i think back.&lt;br /&gt;there are many people ive not seen for ages.&lt;br /&gt;i start to realise that im drifting away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt care much,&lt;br /&gt;i have a chance to mit them up,&lt;br /&gt;but i choose not to because i dun want.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe its because of all this.&lt;br /&gt;but nvmx why would i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already juneeee now!&lt;br /&gt;time pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;heard from baby his daddy gonna surprise me on my bdaee?&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno what to do tt dae.&lt;br /&gt;i am officially broke this month:(&lt;br /&gt;clubbin can realli cause one to be broke.&lt;br /&gt;baby and i had tried to cut down on night outing with colleagues,&lt;br /&gt;but they still pulled us along.&lt;br /&gt;this june ,i swear every single week im heading towards clarke quay.&lt;br /&gt;first week is for yiling's birthday,with 17ppl.mainly pwp n msq team.&lt;br /&gt;second week is for li'he birthday,with 15 ppl BUT mostly china ppl.&lt;br /&gt;third week is for choon choon's farewell,with 16ppl.mainly pwp staff.&lt;br /&gt;and this week i heard lihe saying she wanna go on father day?&lt;br /&gt;and next week wanna go celebrate my bdae?&lt;br /&gt;i mean omg,&lt;br /&gt;baby and i had become soo broke because of clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i will be better,&lt;br /&gt;without you i can be even much more better.&lt;br /&gt;i have already moved out of ur heart,&lt;br /&gt;i guess its time i do the same to u too.sigh...&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong,&lt;br /&gt;hapy bdae in advance(:&lt;br /&gt;be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-462663139225896660?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/462663139225896660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=462663139225896660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/462663139225896660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/462663139225896660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/06/firstly-joanna-yong-is-extremely-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/TBXbvb0Jh5I/AAAAAAAACYk/52CCdHdBv4A/s72-c/DSC02027-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-8549498838920623942</id><published>2010-05-30T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:42:38.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello,&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know im referring to you.&lt;br /&gt;when i text u,&lt;br /&gt;u dun reply me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel reali upset.&lt;br /&gt;u nolonger msg me first.&lt;br /&gt;is this the end of the frenship?&lt;br /&gt;just let me hear ur last word will u?&lt;br /&gt;thinking of u make me feel more upset.&lt;br /&gt;i noe u're happy now.&lt;br /&gt;i realli noe.&lt;br /&gt;even though ive grown up,&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i still need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-8549498838920623942?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/8549498838920623942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=8549498838920623942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/8549498838920623942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473258145536964290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S_TrSOi-dsI/AAAAAAAACYc/2Ebvn6iASIU/s320/DSC01052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half a year has passed,&lt;br /&gt;todae i looked back at every single messages u sent to me half a yr ago,&lt;br /&gt;i look back at the pictures and all.&lt;br /&gt;and i came to realise how much i have hated you.&lt;br /&gt;how much pain u have once cause to me,&lt;br /&gt;how much i love u but u hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything to make me stronger in loving my boyfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;luckily u have left,&lt;br /&gt;luckily u are gone.&lt;br /&gt;luckily u step out of my heart to let jeff into it.&lt;br /&gt;luckily u hurt me sooo bad and allow jeff to heal the pain.&lt;br /&gt;luckily u choose to hurt me and let me go.&lt;br /&gt;luckily u woke me up for reality.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i nolonger have u anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun need u.&lt;br /&gt;i realised how much i hated you right now.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wish to think of you;&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-6139330530936376113?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/6139330530936376113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=6139330530936376113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/6139330530936376113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/6139330530936376113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/05/half-year-has-passed-todae-i-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S_TrSOi-dsI/AAAAAAAACYc/2Ebvn6iASIU/s72-c/DSC01052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-4854787817729497675</id><published>2010-05-11T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:55:33.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read through many past entries of mine,as well as others.&lt;br /&gt;i came to realise that time indeed pass very fast.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes walking alone on the empty street,&lt;br /&gt;we would always hope to bump into someone that we once knew,&lt;br /&gt;yet are no longer friends.&lt;br /&gt;we would occassionally think back of the past,&lt;br /&gt;lookin back when we were so young back than,&lt;br /&gt;indeed all of us had grown up.&lt;br /&gt;now its only you or me,&lt;br /&gt;there's no more us.&lt;br /&gt;there's no more sisters.&lt;br /&gt;allof us are jus buy with leading our own life.&lt;br /&gt;and the past will always mark a memorable picture in our heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-4854787817729497675?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/4854787817729497675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-905412661606311996</id><published>2010-05-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:49:58.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S-Lk1xlKxlI/AAAAAAAACYU/fiPENfIzc_A/s1600/secretlovelIfonly013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468184510074635858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S-Lk1xlKxlI/AAAAAAAACYU/fiPENfIzc_A/s320/secretlovelIfonly013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been so long...&lt;br /&gt;things hAVE changed.&lt;br /&gt;you see many ppl letting go of each other and all,&lt;br /&gt;im afraid..&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;you can be strong.&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-905412661606311996?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/905412661606311996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=905412661606311996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/905412661606311996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/905412661606311996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S960uVt3EII/AAAAAAAACYM/g1xRLgo4skY/s320/DSC01877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for always being patience with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and knowing wad situation i am in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet never failed to continue loving me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for not letting me go or giving up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you i will try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i know that i will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just stay by me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun ever give up on me okie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need you alot in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for being part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for loving me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7602934849371043282?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S960uVt3EII/AAAAAAAACYM/g1xRLgo4skY/s72-c/DSC01877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-4358969332352971765</id><published>2010-04-28T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:13:35.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S9kGrQ-KW5I/AAAAAAAACYE/1St0GahvZVE/s1600/ilu.DSC01694-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465406963150642066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S9kGrQ-KW5I/AAAAAAAACYE/1St0GahvZVE/s320/ilu.DSC01694-1kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i ever see you again?&lt;br /&gt;this few days wasnt reali a great wk for me,&lt;br /&gt;as ive been thinking reali alot and i wish someone would allow me to rant it out.&lt;br /&gt;who would be willing to listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;time has been passing by very fast,&lt;br /&gt;but i wish it would be even faster,&lt;br /&gt;as i hope i can get used to many changes in life,&lt;br /&gt;and also to go back to the life tt i wish to go thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks,&lt;br /&gt;i met up with you,&lt;br /&gt;and you never failed to still care for me.&lt;br /&gt;you never failed to listen out to me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe many things i tell u would have shocked u and all,&lt;br /&gt;but thanks for being there.&lt;br /&gt;no worries,&lt;br /&gt;i have never thought of enterin ur life and destroy you again.&lt;br /&gt;because i know without me,&lt;br /&gt;you are happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-4358969332352971765?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/4358969332352971765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=4358969332352971765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/4358969332352971765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/4358969332352971765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-will-i-ever-see-you-again-this-few.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S9kGrQ-KW5I/AAAAAAAACYE/1St0GahvZVE/s72-c/ilu.DSC01694-1kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-4962206800845542471</id><published>2010-04-26T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T05:05:03.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need somewhere to run to,&lt;br /&gt;a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;a person to hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;the nightmare is haunting me once again.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so stucked inside myself.&lt;br /&gt;i needed someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-4962206800845542471?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/4962206800845542471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=4962206800845542471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/4962206800845542471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/4962206800845542471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-somewhere-to-run-to-shoulder-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-8579199660516718976</id><published>2010-04-19T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:41:24.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so whiny today~ ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-8579199660516718976?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/8579199660516718976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3772246332779355544</id><published>2010-03-26T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:10:31.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S6xygA1JJ0I/AAAAAAAACX8/b5UIoDGVZ6Y/s1600/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452859143143106370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S6xygA1JJ0I/AAAAAAAACX8/b5UIoDGVZ6Y/s320/DSC01794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;crying is an obvious fact that it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wished i could rant it all out here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but whats the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ytd i went out with chris,kat,xt &amp;amp; baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and had a long chat with kat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally i get to know sth which ive all along been wondering why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hurt knowing that the truth is like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it may be who i am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to think of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im shocked why ive become like this too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not only to my sisters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even my closest fren,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ppl who used to dote on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ppl who truely care for me end up being reali hurt by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone who use their sincerity to befriend me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end up getting hurt by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they have no fault,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean it indeed hurt so bad knowing the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that many things rummage thru my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but whats the point when everything has been done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im fine after crying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i still have to go on with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least im glad that now there's someone lesser in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone lesser to destroy me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone lesser for me to care for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im happy for being who i am now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wouldnt wan to do anything for any change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why would i become like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i supposed its all about the hatred i have in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anywae just to sae,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am perfectly fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i like it like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even best when practically everyone just go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its no doubt why renee hates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its no doubt why yinjie left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its no doubt why germaine left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its no doubt why everyone from my past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are no longer my present nor future anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now ive stepped out of my past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaving everyone behind and moving forward without bringing them along,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive step into a new enviroment with new ppl in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE from the very start,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hated it when i was left behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND NOW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im happier because i no longer need anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pass one year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learnt to be strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now ive made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have new colleagues,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything in the past hurts so bad i have to give it all up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i simply cant pass thru my own barrier in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because everyone means alot to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i choose to hurt all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so its best tt u guys stay out of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have good and close frens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i choose to hurt them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have familys that love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i choose to hate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a boyfriend tt's willing to hear me out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i choose to keep it to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have many ppl who truely care for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i shut the door to allow them into my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprisingly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am like this.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun deny that im very affected by this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun deny that im hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im just gonna let it remain this way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i am perfectly fine with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyone who read this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DUN NEED ANY SYMPATHY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEITHER DO I NEED ANY OF U TO WORRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im perfectly fine like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just do a favour by staying out of my life.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3772246332779355544?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3772246332779355544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3772246332779355544' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7814254464733212422</id><published>2010-03-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:01:06.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S52-H0k4AmI/AAAAAAAACX0/alq3nwbvrN0/s1600-h/ilu.DSC01744-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448720165769839202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S52-H0k4AmI/AAAAAAAACX0/alq3nwbvrN0/s320/ilu.DSC01744-1kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired recently!&lt;br /&gt;havent been sleeping well,&lt;br /&gt;have been travelling alot in my dream,&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;so broke so broke so broke..&lt;br /&gt;and baby going for n check up very very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go sun tanning,&lt;br /&gt;anybody free?(:&lt;br /&gt;and ive decided to go back sch,&lt;br /&gt;when sch resume..&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i keep sleepin before baby,&lt;br /&gt;because stupid ernest go download the online game,&lt;br /&gt;than he is so addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;but when i have no work,&lt;br /&gt;he got work.&lt;br /&gt;and he lack of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;is because of his own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long didnt update blog,&lt;br /&gt;and im so bored right now...&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes!!! my stomach every morning also pain=x.&lt;br /&gt;and i lose 4kg like this for this one mth plus.&lt;br /&gt;awww,&lt;br /&gt;when will baby bring me go out again?&lt;br /&gt;everydae work..&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong is tired.=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7814254464733212422?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S52-H0k4AmI/AAAAAAAACX0/alq3nwbvrN0/s72-c/ilu.DSC01744-1kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-6047219633239455989</id><published>2010-03-01T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:19:03.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired of all those stress and pain ive faced recently.&lt;br /&gt;give me a break..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-6047219633239455989?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5577463264724647934</id><published>2010-03-01T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:54:45.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S4v60fHM_kI/AAAAAAAACXQ/cq53bJLHgRs/s1600-h/ilu.DSC01692-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443720354219228738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S4v60fHM_kI/AAAAAAAACXQ/cq53bJLHgRs/s320/ilu.DSC01692-1kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time ive seen the truth,&lt;br /&gt;you are really gone from my life.&lt;br /&gt;you no longer want us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i know whatever u sae,&lt;br /&gt;u always mean it.&lt;br /&gt;am i at fault?&lt;br /&gt;or this is jus the fate between us?&lt;br /&gt;from the start you wasnt here,&lt;br /&gt;and even until now you are still not here for me.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be able to feel ur presence around me,&lt;br /&gt;but this time i guess its the end.&lt;br /&gt;u no longer feel u anymore,&lt;br /&gt;you dun wan me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you jus dun wan me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i ued to be ur preciou girl,&lt;br /&gt;but because of this,&lt;br /&gt;you left me.&lt;br /&gt;and im slowly beginning to accept the fact,&lt;br /&gt;that ive lost you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5577463264724647934?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5577463264724647934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5577463264724647934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5577463264724647934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5577463264724647934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-time-ive-seen-truth-you-are-really.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S4v60fHM_kI/AAAAAAAACXQ/cq53bJLHgRs/s72-c/ilu.DSC01692-1kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-1591639227710756271</id><published>2010-02-19T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:35:09.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually i have alot of things to rant,&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes to sitting infront of the com,&lt;br /&gt;im completely stoning.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad to sae anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i can sae that baby didnt reali make me v sad all this while,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its just his cant be bothered attitude tt make me think alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad my frens?&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY CLUBBING LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY OLD LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BE AN NIGHT OWL AGAIN,&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA DANCE THE NIGHT OUT,&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA DRESS MYSELF UP AND HEAD TOWARDS CLUBS!&lt;br /&gt;I MISSSSS CLUBBING !:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1591639227710756271?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1591639227710756271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1591639227710756271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1591639227710756271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1591639227710756271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/02/actually-i-have-alot-of-things-to-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-9072989951184585869</id><published>2010-02-17T07:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:05:55.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything's changin and so is everyone..&lt;br /&gt;awww i wan my life back=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-9072989951184585869?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-1912765481768196441</id><published>2010-02-15T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:26:02.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guys find their own stuff to do,&lt;br /&gt;than i supposed girls should do it too.&lt;br /&gt;if they are going to ignore us,.&lt;br /&gt;than we should also do it.&lt;br /&gt;as long as they return back to us one day..&lt;br /&gt;than it will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;sigh though when u are tired u sae hurtful things to me,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope end of all u dun mean it.&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1912765481768196441?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1912765481768196441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1912765481768196441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1912765481768196441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1912765481768196441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/02/guys-find-their-own-stuff-to-do-than-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5567003002987311448</id><published>2010-02-11T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:32:19.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S3Qv_0UvHxI/AAAAAAAACXI/NZiP9jE-mq4/s1600-h/its+sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437023423566913298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S3Qv_0UvHxI/AAAAAAAACXI/NZiP9jE-mq4/s320/its+sad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its indeed sad when a part of you longs for the past to return,&lt;br /&gt;its heartbreaking when you and i were no longer close with each other.&lt;br /&gt;its painful when we talk on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;its nth but just awkwardness and heartache.&lt;br /&gt;its the end of this friendship i guess.&lt;br /&gt;its only the numbers of years that still keep us hanging,&lt;br /&gt;but we are no longer who we are.&lt;br /&gt;we used to be realli close,&lt;br /&gt;everyone has been asking about us.&lt;br /&gt;but deep in our heart,&lt;br /&gt;we do know that we wont be as close anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you have ur own circles of frens,&lt;br /&gt;and i have mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now,&lt;br /&gt;whenever i see you,&lt;br /&gt;i can only see you from a far distance.&lt;br /&gt;i dun even dare to walk up and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S3Qs-mXNE1I/AAAAAAAACXA/R3KwAoufj30/s1600-h/friends..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what i exactly wrong today?&lt;br /&gt;memories jut flash back.&lt;br /&gt;and i am wondering what wrong have i done,&lt;br /&gt;why and how did all my fren just go?&lt;br /&gt;its only left with janelle &amp;amp; i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i been neglecting almost everything and everyone around me?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes even until now,&lt;br /&gt;i do wish i can be alone. &lt;br /&gt;i mis hanging out with many people.&lt;br /&gt;but time is running out,&lt;br /&gt;and there no way we can ever return back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus wan u to noe tt i do miss u,&lt;br /&gt;i do miss the old us.&lt;br /&gt;right now you guys just go ahead without me,&lt;br /&gt;and im no longer missed by you all.&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;please tell me everything is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong,&lt;br /&gt;let it go and move on yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5567003002987311448?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5567003002987311448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5567003002987311448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5567003002987311448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5567003002987311448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-indeed-sad-when-part-of-you-longs.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S3Qv_0UvHxI/AAAAAAAACXI/NZiP9jE-mq4/s72-c/its+sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-490986203061859127</id><published>2010-02-08T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:13:03.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today worked at polar,&lt;br /&gt;i was somehow talking to my sister about my frens..&lt;br /&gt;than my sister end up asked me back..&lt;br /&gt;'you and germaine still frens mehs?'&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i was like..&lt;br /&gt;oh ya tts true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong,&lt;br /&gt;everybody's drifting apart right now.&lt;br /&gt;rmb even if u have a boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;you are still yourself.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-490986203061859127?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/490986203061859127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=490986203061859127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/490986203061859127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/490986203061859127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-worked-at-polar-i-was-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-2836698167893983474</id><published>2010-02-06T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:06:47.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh,&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong feels upset.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has realli changed.&lt;br /&gt;even the closest fren of mine:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2836698167893983474?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/2836698167893983474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=2836698167893983474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2836698167893983474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2836698167893983474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/02/sigh-joanna-yong-feels-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-1701654903016473414</id><published>2010-02-06T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T06:57:32.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S21yDWtdQhI/AAAAAAAACW4/4IB6UoZmbA0/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435125727267471890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S21yDWtdQhI/AAAAAAAACW4/4IB6UoZmbA0/s320/DSC01613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is 060210. (:&lt;br /&gt;happy happy anniversary dearest.&lt;br /&gt;brought ernest over to queenway to buy his football shoe.&lt;br /&gt;cost me a bomb!!&lt;br /&gt;baby and ernest soo smart,&lt;br /&gt;cheat me to taking cab.&lt;br /&gt;end of all,&lt;br /&gt;is still i pay huh.=x&lt;br /&gt;than had lunch at there,&lt;br /&gt;after which headed off to har par villa.&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY WENT TO SOMEWHERE IVE BEEN WANTING TO GO(:.&lt;br /&gt;many photo uploaded in facebook,&lt;br /&gt;but mostly the guys photo lahs.&lt;br /&gt;thw two boys arent realli keen to hang out with me though,&lt;br /&gt;because the sun is realli scorchin.&lt;br /&gt;and they jus keep sweating,&lt;br /&gt;but still...&lt;br /&gt;wherever they go,&lt;br /&gt;they til ended up playing game,games,games..&lt;br /&gt;AND EVEN MORE GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;so what i did was only hearing my ipod and nth else(:.&lt;br /&gt;after which,&lt;br /&gt;we took bus ,&lt;br /&gt;and supposed to go sentosa,&lt;br /&gt;end up this two guy cheat me and go katong to play LAN.&lt;br /&gt;i sat there for 2hours plus,&lt;br /&gt;but i did play L4D as well,&lt;br /&gt;hahasXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss playing L4D with you guys.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which,&lt;br /&gt;headed to aston to eat our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;gosh overall i spent a total of 180 today...&lt;br /&gt;but as long as it makes ernest happy,&lt;br /&gt;and the twog uys did enjoy themselves,&lt;br /&gt;its worth it(:&lt;br /&gt;well peeps,&lt;br /&gt;i was tellin baby that after workin 9 mth in jP's,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt take any off at all on a saturday,&lt;br /&gt;except there was twice i took two days mc on sat.(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS;&lt;br /&gt;i hope u will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;and jus let past go and moved on okie?&lt;br /&gt;although we are no longer close,&lt;br /&gt;but im always still here for you(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this few days dwelling back alot on past memories.&lt;br /&gt;misses alot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;janelle,&lt;br /&gt;you are right..&lt;br /&gt;we have sooo many happy times together lei!!&lt;br /&gt;but sadly,&lt;br /&gt;everyone have their own life now.&lt;br /&gt;and also everybody changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(whatever it is,i know YOU still care for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esp when im drunk.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish everyday would be like this.hugs.&lt;/strong&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/8830428043224290878-1701654903016473414?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S21yDWtdQhI/AAAAAAAACW4/4IB6UoZmbA0/s72-c/DSC01613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-8382559055324642200</id><published>2010-02-04T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:43:50.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everybody will get tired of facing their love ones one day?&lt;br /&gt;is this true?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno but right now ive not felt that way before.&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;br /&gt;soooo boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-8382559055324642200?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-8839011286408822950</id><published>2010-01-29T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:10:11.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S2L275KPwAI/AAAAAAAACWw/BW5zoFb30qI/s1600-h/ilu.DSC015351-1-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175609378750466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S2L275KPwAI/AAAAAAAACWw/BW5zoFb30qI/s320/ilu.DSC015351-1-1kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite those small arguements we had everyday,&lt;br /&gt;i hope your feeling for me will never fade away.&lt;br /&gt;because ive tried my best to give it all to you,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope u can feel it and sometimes give in to me too.&lt;br /&gt;baby,&lt;br /&gt;i have never thought of letting u go for any single moment .&lt;br /&gt;after a long one year of break i have,&lt;br /&gt;i had the courage to accept a new love and loved again.&lt;br /&gt;you brought me out of my emo life,&lt;br /&gt;and although many time u make me feel realli ____,&lt;br /&gt;but ive never thought of letting u go.&lt;br /&gt;thank for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;thank for tolerating my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;thank for trying way to prove to me that im loved.&lt;br /&gt;thank for everything you have done.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never ever let me go,&lt;br /&gt;correct?&lt;br /&gt;we used to sae,&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;we'll prove to others many things they thought its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;you've been an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;but i still love you(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things has been happening,&lt;br /&gt;many people have changed.&lt;br /&gt;many of us used to dwell back,&lt;br /&gt;but got over it.&lt;br /&gt;many of us have hurt each other deeply before,&lt;br /&gt;but we have overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;life is long...&lt;br /&gt;life is realli indeed long,&lt;br /&gt;my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;whatever that happens,&lt;br /&gt;let us all be strong.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-8839011286408822950?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/8839011286408822950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=8839011286408822950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/8839011286408822950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/8839011286408822950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/01/despite-those-small-arguements-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S2L275KPwAI/AAAAAAAACWw/BW5zoFb30qI/s72-c/ilu.DSC015351-1-1kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-2248371925874770022</id><published>2010-01-28T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:53:37.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S2FoiCnqvrI/AAAAAAAACWo/oaLp8LKT_PY/s1600-h/ilu-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431737559613619890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S2FoiCnqvrI/AAAAAAAACWo/oaLp8LKT_PY/s320/ilu-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently,&lt;br /&gt;have been busy with working and working..&lt;br /&gt;and nowaday baby has been working more than me.&lt;br /&gt;ytd we had spring cleaning,&lt;br /&gt;and it was sooo funny but we had a fun day together.&lt;br /&gt;anywae,&lt;br /&gt;next few week i have sooo many things going home.&lt;br /&gt;almost everyday go out after work with colleagues,&lt;br /&gt;either eat,prawnin,drink or sing song.&lt;br /&gt;baby and i going broke le lahs.&lt;br /&gt;broke broke broke ..&lt;br /&gt;i misssss so many people.&lt;br /&gt;sorry janelle tan!&lt;br /&gt;i promised you i will mitt you verrryyyy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine day and new year approaching already.&lt;br /&gt;and i have it planned according.&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything will go on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;realli realli excited for many things that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad else to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how long nvr reali use com already.&lt;br /&gt;hahas gonna bath and head to pwp already(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2248371925874770022?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/2248371925874770022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=2248371925874770022' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-4792555264821558184</id><published>2010-01-14T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:43:16.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S09GL-97d6I/AAAAAAAACWg/HaqR2OoUWHQ/s1600-h/ilu.DSC01561-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426633247699990434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S09GL-97d6I/AAAAAAAACWg/HaqR2OoUWHQ/s320/ilu.DSC01561-1kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you alot baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please tell me where we are heading to next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhap nowadays im feeling alittle mixed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired of working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;causing me to have lack of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know is stillneed to go on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awww.. what is exactly happenin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my baby=x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today he's not by my side.:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-4792555264821558184?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/4792555264821558184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=4792555264821558184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/4792555264821558184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/4792555264821558184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-alot-baby-please-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S09GL-97d6I/AAAAAAAACWg/HaqR2OoUWHQ/s72-c/ilu.DSC01561-1kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-4976285967509607901</id><published>2010-01-03T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:48:40.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S0F39Qpf6xI/AAAAAAAACWY/yhA2Vl8UwhM/s1600-h/ilu.DSC01394-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422747320655538962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/S0F39Qpf6xI/AAAAAAAACWY/yhA2Vl8UwhM/s320/ilu.DSC01394-1kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;belated merry christmas &amp;amp; happy new year to all readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this entire december period has been rather stressful and hectic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because all i do daily is to work&amp;amp;work&amp;amp;work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;annd there's so many outlet events going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyfriend and i have been tiring ourselves out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but finally the whole month is over and we have a week break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(but i wil stil be workin in polar midnight.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so thankful that god sent him into my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during work that day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he surprised me by gangin up with everyone in outlet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at 9pm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rush to the ladies but gypsy went toilet to find me and pull me back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than when i was there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody sent my a bouquet of blue roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean i kinda expected it but was shocked becaue i didnt noe everyone would gang up with him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also he is soooo stupid he leak out some hint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 8pm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went toilet first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told him to look out for my station,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than he say by 9pm mus come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like HUH?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i go toilet one hour mehhs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas than i purposely go toilet agn at 9pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than i wan emotion-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody was like u damn heartless etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally a week of break,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna mit up with so many of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been a mth of boyfriend toleration my attitude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for nvr failing to loveme so much.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and right now im already soooo prepared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet he is stil sleepin like a pig.('oo')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somemore i had less than 8 hours of sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tonight workin at polar again=x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new yr day work till 2am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and reached home at 5am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the following day i work 11am somemore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walked from MSQ to chinatown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;halfway thru i was throwin tamtrum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was pissed off with dunno wad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and was reali pekcek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waited for three hours cab lahs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and up colleagues's dad sent us home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have many things to update and have many photos to upload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers to everyone.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-4976285967509607901?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/4976285967509607901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=4976285967509607901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/4976285967509607901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Syu_fKKBvBI/AAAAAAAACWQ/xhiRD7Oozwg/s1600-h/ilu.DSC01377-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416633518866414610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Syu_fKKBvBI/AAAAAAAACWQ/xhiRD7Oozwg/s320/ilu.DSC01377-1kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends soundly asleep right now,&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling a little mixed up with my own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to quit jacks place after a long 8 mths of struggles.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;i was and i still am workin in there,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow many things just cropped up,&lt;br /&gt;and resulted in me being unhappy with the ppl im workin with.&lt;br /&gt;temporary baby's workin at MSQ jackplace too.&lt;br /&gt;and ive got alot of plans going on.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;everythin i jus wan and hope i can help him out smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes,&lt;br /&gt;i will do it.&lt;br /&gt;today baby took his results.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt tt good at all.&lt;br /&gt;but anywae,&lt;br /&gt;tts over and what is important now is the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive planned to quit jack place AND I GUESS  my last day of work is on 31dec.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stand workin there any longer,&lt;br /&gt;and whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;i jus wish tt i will get out of that place as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my friends have their own things to do,&lt;br /&gt;and i cant deny tt i have been companyin my boyfriend for this past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;some how it seems like the whole world only revolves between the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;and if YJ you were to read this,&lt;br /&gt;i would jus like to ask..&lt;br /&gt;why are u getting drunk every single day?&lt;br /&gt;and how has life been for you?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because no matter how far this road of life has to be,&lt;br /&gt;end of all we stil must continue to walked on.&lt;br /&gt;and as long as u are always there to hold onto me when i fall,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be than that i'll be contented enough.(:&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2945819975698215130?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/2945819975698215130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=2945819975698215130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2945819975698215130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2945819975698215130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/12/boyfriends-soundly-asleep-right-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Syu_fKKBvBI/AAAAAAAACWQ/xhiRD7Oozwg/s72-c/ilu.DSC01377-1kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-6924425253148220721</id><published>2009-12-16T00:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:02:45.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just one question,&lt;br /&gt;do you realli love me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-6924425253148220721?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/6924425253148220721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=6924425253148220721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/6924425253148220721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/6924425253148220721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-one-question-do-you-realli-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7435076895601147430</id><published>2009-12-15T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:02:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a little bit of pain,&lt;br /&gt;add to even more bits of pain.&lt;br /&gt;and it resulted in a huge bit lies you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll be the first i will forgive,&lt;br /&gt;because i dun wan us to end yet.&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7435076895601147430?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/7435076895601147430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=7435076895601147430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7435076895601147430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7435076895601147430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-bit-of-pain-add-to-even-more.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in 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/&gt;because of you ive found true love.&lt;br /&gt;at least u dun purposely make me jealous,&lt;br /&gt;you dun purposely make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;you didnt do anything like how our f**ker did to me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel blessed when i come to think of u and me.&lt;br /&gt;i dunc are what others say about us.&lt;br /&gt;i jus noe that we should rove to others that we are stable.&lt;br /&gt;baby i love u so much,&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for being there for me when i needed someone.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything u have done to me.&lt;br /&gt;although this is jus the beginnin,&lt;br /&gt;i believe that time will let our lvoe grow even more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;ive never regretted giving u this chance.&lt;br /&gt;and i nvr loving u as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1468804283735105743?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SyXNSWQdZ0I/AAAAAAAACWI/83goGt4leVQ/s72-c/ilu.DSC01372-1kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3308325336810218482</id><published>2009-12-09T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:46:43.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because you're the only one,&lt;br /&gt;who makes me feel like this towards you.&lt;br /&gt;because you're the one,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so happy with.&lt;br /&gt;although this is only the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;but i want this to last.&lt;br /&gt;you make me long for even more from you.&lt;br /&gt;i dun dare to get even closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;because i scare you leave me.&lt;br /&gt;todae i somehow feel afraid.&lt;br /&gt;when u told me how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;i dun like the feeling that im giving u right now.&lt;br /&gt;baby i wan to company you when u are working,&lt;br /&gt;i wan to lend u my shouler to lie on when u are tired.&lt;br /&gt;i just wan you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the insecure feeling that i have in me.&lt;br /&gt;everybody has been sayin that this is too fast for us.&lt;br /&gt;but being with u,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel that we have been together for very long already.&lt;br /&gt;i wan time to faster faster pass..&lt;br /&gt;so both of us can each the future together.&lt;br /&gt;it may not be forever,&lt;br /&gt;but i wish it can be..&lt;br /&gt;for as long as we wan it to be.&lt;br /&gt;jeffrey eng ching rong,&lt;br /&gt;i reali love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3308325336810218482?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3308325336810218482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3308325336810218482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3308325336810218482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3308325336810218482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-youre-only-one-who-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5504219633505670407</id><published>2009-12-08T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:41:53.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Sx4_ATSPjoI/AAAAAAAACWA/O_B1ImVYjFU/s1600-h/ilu.kkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412833076555255426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Sx4_ATSPjoI/AAAAAAAACWA/O_B1ImVYjFU/s320/ilu.kkk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am officially together with jeffrey eng ching rong.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it may be fate that brought us even closer,&lt;br /&gt;although both of us have a part of us which stil holds onto something else,&lt;br /&gt;but as long as both try our best to let go,&lt;br /&gt;i believe we will last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for andreas and chris part,&lt;br /&gt;both of u have made me really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;therefore i choose a relationship that is my new future instead of holding on to the past.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i cannot let go,&lt;br /&gt;i still have to.&lt;br /&gt;andreas,&lt;br /&gt;if u are reading this,&lt;br /&gt;i wish to tell u that this time im over u.&lt;br /&gt;i wish tt u would be happier.&lt;br /&gt;and if u dunno how to cherish me before,&lt;br /&gt;it means u will nvr noe how to.&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things i wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;but i will just dun care about it and ignore.&lt;br /&gt;you are right,&lt;br /&gt;i am not as childish already.&lt;br /&gt;so you dun have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my greatest wish to chris :&lt;br /&gt;you are still young and i wil stil dote on u like a younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times when u truely laugh out loud n happily.&lt;br /&gt;so please,&lt;br /&gt;just promise me u will continue doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been rather stress nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;i brought boyfriend over to parkway to mit janelle n zac ytd..&lt;br /&gt;than i stay in airport with JAZMIN CHEN MEI SZE,&lt;br /&gt;wait for him to end work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;after which immediately head down to work in MSQ.&lt;br /&gt;even until now,&lt;br /&gt;one day plus already,&lt;br /&gt;i still havent sleep.&lt;br /&gt;first time i sooo power.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for him to come over to my hse now&lt;br /&gt;and maybe going drinkin with mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy i met up with jaz ytd,&lt;br /&gt;because finally after so long,&lt;br /&gt;which is like two yrs plus...&lt;br /&gt;we finally met up!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;i will upload the photo very soon.&lt;br /&gt;hahas but so nice of her to pei me lahs.&lt;br /&gt;although we nvr mit each other for sooo long,&lt;br /&gt;but there is actually so many thing we havent catch up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;and we still tok alot of craps together.(:&lt;br /&gt;hahas im glad we dun feel awkward but we chatted alot throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;and indeed there's sooo many changes between us.&lt;br /&gt;hope to be closer again dearest!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5504219633505670407?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5504219633505670407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5504219633505670407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5504219633505670407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>when u played piano for me,&lt;br /&gt;my tears just fall.&lt;br /&gt;because its beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;the melody is sooo beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;you told me that song reminds you of us.&lt;br /&gt;its the song that brought us closer..&lt;br /&gt;i missed you,&lt;br /&gt;and those days we were out together.&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1963718631108066125?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1963718631108066125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1963718631108066125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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getting used to it..&lt;br /&gt;the days without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3439918689163730360?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3439918689163730360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3439918689163730360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3439918689163730360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3439918689163730360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-getting-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-6577843804705421753</id><published>2009-11-29T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:37:07.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SxKNu7LF20I/AAAAAAAACV4/ShPA1rg0F58/s1600/ilu.DSC01157-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409541939723098946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SxKNu7LF20I/AAAAAAAACV4/ShPA1rg0F58/s320/ilu.DSC01157-1kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nowadays im feeling unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe because im thinking too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my pay havent even come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this few days im rather stoned too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever tts happenin in my surrounding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun reali care about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i do care but i choose to close one eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time indeed pass so fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have sooo many holidays awaiting for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but one thing for sure is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;christmas is around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been a good girl this yr round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i hope uncle santa will grant me a simple wish i asked for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to holiday veryyy sooon next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if my mum allow me to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otherwise i need wait till christmas day than can leave singapore.=x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anybody wanna ask me to get anything from vietnam,indonesia or malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;text text me.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish you are happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wherever you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i jus wan u to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love is sooo selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its either i gain sth or lose sth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i choose to lose sth to make u happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you will still wait on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please dun ever give up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i still need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may not tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i wished u could feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so heartpain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i needed from you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you no longer can give it to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just dun feel it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just your assurance please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imissyou baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno whether if you're still holding onto me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe soon u will be gone from my sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just tell me wad you feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will understands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iloveyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if loving someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wants them to be happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to give up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-6577843804705421753?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/6577843804705421753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=6577843804705421753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/6577843804705421753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/6577843804705421753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/11/nowadays-im-feeling-unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SxKNu7LF20I/AAAAAAAACV4/ShPA1rg0F58/s72-c/ilu.DSC01157-1kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5434204472133803389</id><published>2009-11-27T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:05:05.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby,&lt;br /&gt;i love you(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when ppl  disapprove with what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when somebody trys to break us up.&lt;br /&gt;enough of everything,&lt;br /&gt;all i want if for you to grant me happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and give me ur fullest blessing.&lt;br /&gt;please,&lt;br /&gt;just let me go and give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY I MISS U!!&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH WE ARE ON THE FONE NOW,&lt;br /&gt;but i still miss ur presence here with me.&lt;br /&gt;remember what we keep telling each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a dream before.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have a twins.&lt;br /&gt;one girl and one boy.&lt;br /&gt;we'll name it prince&amp;amp;princess saputra(:&lt;br /&gt;than everyweek go to church.&lt;br /&gt;than we will live happily ever after.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5434204472133803389?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5434204472133803389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5434204472133803389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;maybe all this is my wiseful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;please tel me tt u love me too.&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1658466753142270349?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1658466753142270349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1658466753142270349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1658466753142270349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1658466753142270349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5571437972102803592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5571437972102803592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5571437972102803592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5571437972102803592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-imissyou.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-2343666008345175548</id><published>2009-11-22T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:51:01.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Swl63hJHgBI/AAAAAAAACVw/uV55CLI3N4A/s1600/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406987921842995218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Swl63hJHgBI/AAAAAAAACVw/uV55CLI3N4A/s320/DSC00788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like im slowly facing the fact that it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;it is reali so painful,&lt;br /&gt;till i dun even noe how to walk out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally begin to understand what is going on between us,&lt;br /&gt;and im beginning to feel that im losing grip of everything.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be better if i controlled myself,&lt;br /&gt;and stop myself from crying.&lt;br /&gt;i thought after not crying ytd,&lt;br /&gt;everything will slowly be fine.&lt;br /&gt;but im wrong.&lt;br /&gt;because this time i feel the pain again.&lt;br /&gt;they say it takes time to heal the pain,&lt;br /&gt;but right now my heart is breaking in to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;but i jus cant voice out,&lt;br /&gt;so just let tears replaced everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^RENEE CHOO FORGAVE ME,&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY AFTER 1234567890YEARS&amp;amp;0987654321MTHS(:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2343666008345175548?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Swl63hJHgBI/AAAAAAAACVw/uV55CLI3N4A/s72-c/DSC00788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7861555976301674584</id><published>2009-11-21T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:18:13.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u didnt contact me today,&lt;br /&gt;and i miss u badly baby.&lt;br /&gt;jus one ans from u,&lt;br /&gt;is it reali goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby,even till now,&lt;br /&gt;im stil holding on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7861555976301674584?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-8484775507707031886</id><published>2009-11-20T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:36:56.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;ive finally decided to walk out of all the painful memories,&lt;br /&gt;and start a new day,&lt;br /&gt;start a new life without you.&lt;br /&gt;this few days of pain is enough.&lt;br /&gt;deep in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i will hold onto us.&lt;br /&gt;till u ever rmb me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-8484775507707031886?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-2600503903482936064</id><published>2009-11-20T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:40:37.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the tears ive shed for u,&lt;br /&gt;is so much more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2600503903482936064?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/2600503903482936064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7021474966467580808</id><published>2009-11-19T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:21:46.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby,&lt;br /&gt;hold onto me,&lt;br /&gt;hold onto us,&lt;br /&gt;hold onto everything that's coming our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the message u used to sent to me?&lt;br /&gt;saying that we are a perfect couple,&lt;br /&gt;saying that its fate that brought us close.&lt;br /&gt;how long do i have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;i will still wait.&lt;br /&gt;because im joanna yong.&lt;br /&gt;one year?&lt;br /&gt;two year?&lt;br /&gt;i will still wait.&lt;br /&gt;wait until u tell me that u dun love me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;only than i will give up.&lt;br /&gt;if i can wait for athari for one yr plus,&lt;br /&gt;it means i can wait for u as well.&lt;br /&gt;i know u cant give me my assurance,&lt;br /&gt;but i jus want u to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;this few days without you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-im having mense cramp but nobody buy me medicine anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-im craving for macdonald and nobody run to buy back for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-its cold and nobody to cover me with jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-pantry&amp;amp;runner at the same time,yet nobody help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-you used to always cut watermelon&amp;amp;honeydew for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but this time i have to cut myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and i accidentally cut my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nobody to auntomatically refill my cup with warm water daily anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nobody to listen to my complains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nobody to make coffee for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nobody to feed me desert secretly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nobody to play with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nobody for me to secretly pass love notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nobody to mess my hair when i wiping cutleries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nobody to whisper behind my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nobody for me to wipe my hands on the shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby,&lt;br /&gt;this few days without you at outlet is reali bad.&lt;br /&gt;ive lost the source of my joy ever since u left.&lt;br /&gt;i no longer smile as happier as i am,&lt;br /&gt;i no longer talk as much as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i go,&lt;br /&gt;each corner ive been to,&lt;br /&gt;also havin a picture of u there.&lt;br /&gt;Lihe keep on telling me.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'joanna ,if andreas is here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he will do this,do that for you...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'if only andreas is here,..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'i know u misses andreas...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby so now u noe how much i miss u?&lt;br /&gt;faster come back,&lt;br /&gt;because im waiting for u in singapore:(&lt;br /&gt;my heart reali feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;i jus cant go on without u.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will wait for u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;to chris:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i hurt u alot,&lt;br /&gt;i dun care how much u said u love me,&lt;br /&gt;because its too late.&lt;br /&gt;the more i hate u to smack k,&lt;br /&gt;the more u did it.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if u sae it without doing,&lt;br /&gt;or jus wan to attract attention,&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when u spike me with words.&lt;br /&gt;because u noe u've done wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and i will nvr chi hui tou cao.&lt;br /&gt;you know im still waiting,&lt;br /&gt;and i duno how long it wil be.&lt;br /&gt;just let me go my dear.(:&lt;br /&gt;you'll be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7021474966467580808?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7911177889107559803</id><published>2009-11-18T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:07:40.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a choice for me to choose between both.&lt;br /&gt;chris,&lt;br /&gt;i know u love me alot.&lt;br /&gt;but i still choose to wait on him.&lt;br /&gt;i know waiting on him seems to be hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;because eventually one day he will stil fade feeling.&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dun dare to think of the future.&lt;br /&gt;my fears is reali in me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know both of u chatted on facebook about me,&lt;br /&gt;both of u are hurt in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;but imagine im in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;how would u guys feel?&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if ive hurt you alot,chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling pain,&lt;br /&gt;im feeling numb.&lt;br /&gt;dun keep askin to sae goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;because all i wan is u.&lt;br /&gt;im afraid as time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;u will forget me.&lt;br /&gt;whatever i used to sae before,&lt;br /&gt;u nvr give me a definite answer.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how long can i endure the pain.&lt;br /&gt;but once u stop loving me,&lt;br /&gt;i will stop holding on too.&lt;br /&gt;as long as u say its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold onto me,&lt;br /&gt;hold onto us,&lt;br /&gt;i nver wan to ever lose u.&lt;br /&gt;baby,iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN IF U STOP LOVING ME,&lt;br /&gt;I WILL STIL LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;DUN FORCE ME TO LET GO,&lt;br /&gt;IF U NOE ITS IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7911177889107559803?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-4718157087435505283</id><published>2009-11-17T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:25:01.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SwK2Uvl_ZCI/AAAAAAAACVo/YIqcOY0caF0/s1600/iluDSC00634-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405082970287465506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SwK2Uvl_ZCI/AAAAAAAACVo/YIqcOY0caF0/s320/iluDSC00634-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby left.:(&lt;br /&gt;saw him for barely 15minutes,&lt;br /&gt;and he step into the gate already.:(&lt;br /&gt;i keep tellin myself i need to be strong ,&lt;br /&gt;and the moment he went in,&lt;br /&gt;he seems to be so eager to leave..:(&lt;br /&gt;thankful for having chris there by my side,&lt;br /&gt;and my sis keep asking me to let him go in,&lt;br /&gt;otherwise he will be even sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now sitting in front of the computer,&lt;br /&gt;feeling so numb and uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;imagine goin to work without his presence there,&lt;br /&gt;every corner i turn to,&lt;br /&gt;will have a 'picture' of him standing there.&lt;br /&gt;why do time pass by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;half a yr indeed passes by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;too fast for him to leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong,&lt;br /&gt;you need to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;andreas dun belong to here.&lt;br /&gt;he still need to go back to where he belong.&lt;br /&gt;so tell urself tt half a yr of precious memories is enough,&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time ive been waiting for has finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;the fears ive been afraid of,&lt;br /&gt;came true.&lt;br /&gt;my heart feel so pain.&lt;br /&gt;its time to let go.&lt;br /&gt;no more andreas saputra in my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to the precious moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year christmas gonna spend alone at work.&lt;br /&gt;he is actually the source of my joy at work.&lt;br /&gt;but without him,&lt;br /&gt;my life will seen to have sth amissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-4718157087435505283?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/4718157087435505283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=4718157087435505283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/4718157087435505283'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything has to go on,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;i still have to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;ive been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;so i supposed i should have understand what im goin thru in 2days time,&lt;br /&gt;is a must.&lt;br /&gt;ive gone thru the pain of losing 3closest bestie to me,&lt;br /&gt;and it has already passed one year.&lt;br /&gt;i should have been stronger by this time.&lt;br /&gt;because i learnt how to let go and carry on in life.&lt;br /&gt;although the feeling of nvr gettin him to be around jus sucks,&lt;br /&gt;but i stil need to spread my wings and sore up high,&lt;br /&gt;being independent n not dependin on him is wad i need to start learning now.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has been sayin that time will heal the pain,&lt;br /&gt;but what if im jus hanging there helplessly,&lt;br /&gt;and hopin that u will still come around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started counting down from months ago,&lt;br /&gt;than to sep9,&lt;br /&gt;slowly slowly until oct 27,&lt;br /&gt;and till ur birthday,&lt;br /&gt;and well,&lt;br /&gt;finally right now its only 2days left.&lt;br /&gt;this yr indeed pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;half a yr jus gone by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;maybe right now the sadness i feel in me,&lt;br /&gt;is jus a minor pain.&lt;br /&gt;but after u leave,&lt;br /&gt;every corner i go,&lt;br /&gt;will always have memories of u.&lt;br /&gt;but im trying to tell myself not to let it affect me.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to tell myself tt i should be feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to tell myself that i should be strong.&lt;br /&gt;and this is the reason why,&lt;br /&gt;tears have been held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every life has one true love snapshot,&lt;br /&gt;the moment i saw u walking out of the door,&lt;br /&gt;and those eye contact we had,&lt;br /&gt;u capture my heart from the veri beginning,&lt;br /&gt;and that very moment,&lt;br /&gt;is freezed.&lt;br /&gt;a scene that i will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;the pain,&lt;br /&gt;ive feeled it.&lt;br /&gt;those lies,&lt;br /&gt;ive heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;those moments,i enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;those goodbye u said,&lt;br /&gt;im getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even until now,&lt;br /&gt;you leave me hanging on,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that u never intended to catch my fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5428070614929372655?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5428070614929372655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5428070614929372655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>actually havin u in my life,&lt;br /&gt;realli makes a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;and i truly mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;but its over,too serious too soon.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done the wrong thing,&lt;br /&gt;over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1320256000227338969?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1320256000227338969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1320256000227338969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1320256000227338969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1320256000227338969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/11/actually-havin-u-in-my-life-realli.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-6684408398845800839</id><published>2009-11-13T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:00:51.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tml is the last day.&lt;br /&gt;i keep on telling myself to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;but who will truely understand the fear i have in my heart?&lt;div 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-2081808814137208410</id><published>2009-11-07T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:09:04.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>心里上的痛,&lt;br /&gt;谁能了解?&lt;br /&gt;who will ever understand the emptiness im feelin in my heart nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;the nightmares come and haunt me in the middle of the night again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never get away with this.&lt;br /&gt;i will never get away with this.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;let me ease the pain myself.&lt;br /&gt;the nightmares is here.&lt;br /&gt;the nightmares is here.&lt;br /&gt;the nightmares is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my hiding place,&lt;br /&gt;time when i couldnt settle my heart down,&lt;br /&gt;time when i cried myself to bed,&lt;br /&gt;time when i hide my sorrow behind the smile,&lt;br /&gt;its you who see through everything of me.&lt;br /&gt;because i know you do love me.&lt;br /&gt;guide my path,&lt;br /&gt;heal my broken soul,&lt;br /&gt;embrace me in ur arms.&lt;br /&gt;take away all of my pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2081808814137208410?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/2081808814137208410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=2081808814137208410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2081808814137208410'/><link rel='self' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401422692403277682" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SvW1Uh5ub3I/AAAAAAAACVA/TeJ0aDxAQ6M/s320/fading+away..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel neglected.&lt;br /&gt;why like that?&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong think its best she dun let anyone come close her,&lt;br /&gt;its best she stay alone.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;dune very try to step in.&lt;br /&gt;because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;you neglected me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you are right,&lt;br /&gt;im not happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-990740604109820720?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/990740604109820720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SvW1Uh5ub3I/AAAAAAAACVA/TeJ0aDxAQ6M/s72-c/fading+away..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-582497433550251227</id><published>2009-11-06T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:40:25.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;edited-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not getting to see you,&lt;br /&gt;not able to be dote by you,&lt;br /&gt;somehow makes me feel alittle awkward,&lt;br /&gt;its than when i realised,&lt;br /&gt;i actually do miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-582497433550251227?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/582497433550251227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=582497433550251227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/582497433550251227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/582497433550251227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/11/edited-not-getting-to-see-you-not-not.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been thinking of millions of stuff that i want to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as i sit in front of the computer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mind jus completely went blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is rummaging thru my mind right now-.-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nowadays joanna yong has been rather stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rather slow in many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i supposed its because yongyong got not enough sleep=x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday just work work work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have less than 9hours of sleep in 72hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG-.-..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel that im tired physically and emotionally as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time is passing by soooo fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is already 7november.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its exactly one month when i know chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in exactly ten days time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andreas will be leaving already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i just keep telling myself to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joanna yong dun cry when he go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joanna yong dun cry when he go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joanna yong DUN CRY WHEN HE GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but before he go i already cry countless time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joanna yong is too use to his presence for this half a yr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've been closer than anything we can be.:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will close coffee machine for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will mop floor for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will take up the punishment for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will help me serve hotplate ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will put plaster for me when i burn my hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will make coffee for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will stand by water in my cup everyday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will serve desert for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will help me clear table?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will help me stock up sbc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will help me out when bar is jam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will wipe my tears away when i cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will i whine to when im tired?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will i complain to if im angry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will buy me food when im hungry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will lend me lighter when i do fire steak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will everytime purposely make me angry n smile again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who will refill ice water for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are so many things more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the very first day he go work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i already know him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in some sense im much more closer to him than haryo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and andreas did so many things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much more things for me than haryo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so afraid as the days draw nearer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he sae he would be back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but even if he reali do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will be in two years time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anton,dian,dodi&amp;amp;haryo used to say they will be back too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it has already passed a yr plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i havent get to see them yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss them so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i reali do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they doted on me jus like a younger sister of theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i remember my world only rotates around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but end of all they stil leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is indeed unfair to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those people closest to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and already have a place in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all come from indonesia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and end of all they still need to go back to where they belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so chris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now u understand why i wanna cherish andreas for this few weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im afraid when they go back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will regret for not spending time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno how long more than can i see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe for the rest of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wouldnt get to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pictures of them will slowly fade away from my memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till i cannot rmb how they look like:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told myself i need to be strong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strong to let andreas leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strong to be independent once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please..let the time stop for now..please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been 1yr 1mth im officially single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im starting to get used to my single lifestyle right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may have fallen in and out of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i dun have the courage to step into a new relationship again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i start to think back of the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i used to like athari..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rather go back to those times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least i know clearly that i only love him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at tt time i was all alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do things myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stay at home alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went out alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i eat alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cry alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although everythin i do it myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least i dun have as much problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many people re-enter my life again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im startin to have so many stress n problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot afford to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rather choose to be alone once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i said give us two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this few days u make me reali tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all those nasty ,painful words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all those fears u gave me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all those pain i let u suffer too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one month ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to be looking forward to seeing u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im startin to feel some sort of fears in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which makes me feel that im lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im realli feeling so lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive gotta admit this few days im not happy at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially when days is passing by so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what should i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here i am once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to run away from reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to hide away from all those problems tt ive gotta face .&lt;br /&gt;somebody please help me.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2643104925202538927?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/2643104925202538927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=2643104925202538927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2643104925202538927'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-409042048044447067</id><published>2009-11-02T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:03:56.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somebody please tell me what's right and what's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;why is my heart aching so much?&lt;br /&gt;why am i feeling so upset and totally lost?&lt;br /&gt;what is happening to me?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate u for lying to me!&lt;br /&gt;GOH CUI ZHEN I REALLY HATE U FOR LYING.&lt;br /&gt;AND U STUPID LET ME FIND OUT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!.FUCKER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-409042048044447067?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5562179327479865109</id><published>2009-11-02T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:33:34.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Su6SXmae5oI/AAAAAAAACUo/W4XzbT6p4J0/s1600-h/ilu.2089381219132237kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399413937410074242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Su6SXmae5oI/AAAAAAAACUo/W4XzbT6p4J0/s200/ilu.2089381219132237kk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays im feeling alittle sucky in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;that day went to meet pig,&lt;br /&gt;finally after 8months plus get to mit her.&lt;br /&gt;than went down to yishun,&lt;br /&gt;ton with gwen,sister,sky,chris,xiuting.&lt;br /&gt;after that went home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;than go for work.&lt;br /&gt;ytd after work,&lt;br /&gt;went down tamp with chris to mit kat n alvin.&lt;br /&gt;got some problem want to settle.&lt;br /&gt;end up lei,&lt;br /&gt;both of them also kinda injured.&lt;br /&gt;sigh lets not say about it le bahs.&lt;br /&gt;when i saw kat ytd,&lt;br /&gt;i felt like tellin her..&lt;br /&gt;'baby i miss xiuting so much.'&lt;br /&gt;a period of time i was hearin songs and everything jus flash back.&lt;br /&gt;i want xiuting back.&lt;br /&gt;but after readin her blog now,&lt;br /&gt;i understand tt she is feeling okay le and nolonger need me.&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches the moment i read that.&lt;br /&gt;someone i used to teng the most.&lt;br /&gt;what is exactly happenin to me??&lt;br /&gt;i wish i would be able to forgive her,&lt;br /&gt;but everythin that used to happen to me just stop me from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;because i trusted her so much,&lt;br /&gt;yet she just destroy everything.&lt;br /&gt;i personally noe tt it is a small matter,&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt bring myself to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being so stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for not being able to open up my heart to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for not allowing anyone to step in.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for allowing the most impt person to leave me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for causing so many problems to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for steppinn into others life.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be alone.&lt;br /&gt;i wish nobody will ever walk in.&lt;br /&gt;i wish someone would understand how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are right,&lt;br /&gt;if that day you didnt make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;than we wouldnt be like this already.&lt;br /&gt;its because you make me cried.&lt;br /&gt;causes me and xiuting to end up like this.&lt;br /&gt;and u cause me to lose faith in you already.&lt;br /&gt;what i used to trust in you,&lt;br /&gt;now totally gone.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could tell u that i dun wan to make u hurt anymore,&lt;br /&gt;we should nt go on like this.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;i had enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for doting on me still after so many years.&lt;br /&gt;and im glad alvin actually do care for me de.&lt;br /&gt;wanna apologize for everything that has happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;u mean so much to me even though we have drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for enterin my life.&lt;br /&gt;and i nvr regret knowing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5562179327479865109?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5562179327479865109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you got hurt because of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking that she could bring u happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end of all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u're sitting in front of the computer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling the pain piercing thru ur heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what exactly am i feeling now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive never expected that it would be her who brought all this pain to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to say you wont lie to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to say you are always here for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to say you will never let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to say you wont keep toning outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to say you will never hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are like this now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you may think that im over paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i just hate this sucky feeling thats inside me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wished you would get away from my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wished you will not let me see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun wan to be treated as a fool by you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun wan you to lie to me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried to let u step into my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but times after times you are doing more things to stop me from allowing you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this few weeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first time i feel sth so strong towards u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its not happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pain for being treated like a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pain for all this empty promises u gave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i dislike ppl who lie to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and u did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you managed to make me hate u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you so much for all your bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please dun let me see you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dearest ever once didi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for all those happy memories you've left in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i once doted on you sooo much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even till right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess this is the end of the two of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from now on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you go ur ways and i go mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have nothing to do with each other anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just hurt me so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i cant believe that the person i once dote on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the person i care for so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the person i always love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the person who is close to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the person whom i cherished alot ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the person who i always sided,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just hurt me like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you may think it is a small problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but end of all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will say goodbye to the two of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xiuting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you once mean alot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess its time we both go our own ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun ever let me hear any news about u getting caught for pg anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun ever do anything wrong will u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still worried for u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this has to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to let u leave me from now on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i choose to end all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun ever go home so late or run away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun ever make anybody worried for u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun be naughty anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from this moment on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when joanna yong leave ur side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please learn how to think already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun ever let me feel disappointed that the didi i once teached,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are jus someone who everybody think tt she cannot make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iloveu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my once dearest didi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-622929399135126160?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/622929399135126160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=622929399135126160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/622929399135126160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/622929399135126160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-all-promises.html' title='where is all the promises?'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SuiKUtGWxyI/AAAAAAAACUg/pC0b6NWJeko/s72-c/ilu.DSC00953-1kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3415932555351627253</id><published>2009-10-27T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:37:43.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope wishes do come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SudDbUoQg3I/AAAAAAAACUI/nEgH5jCC8z4/s1600-h/ilu.untitledkk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397356815099921266" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SudDbUoQg3I/AAAAAAAACUI/nEgH5jCC8z4/s400/ilu.untitledkk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i was a little stronger than who i could be,right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a saying goes like this-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'"The saddest thing in life is loving someone who used to love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which i do agree somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i knew one day it would come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you will just leave my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and leave all the memories here for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its gonna be tough as the days draw nearer to say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told myself that ive gotta be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because people do come and go in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're just a passerby in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who left footprints in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who makes me happy once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who i will remember forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is telling me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that its time to part soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a last picture of you&amp;amp;me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and till we mit again in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss u ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i promise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll be the special one in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter where i am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter who im out with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter what is happenin right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just feel that i cant be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because what we used to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are no longer the same anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who we are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are just memories that will always be vivid in our mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;if only forgetting you was as easy as loving you.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;because maybe somewhere down the road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll forget to remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3415932555351627253?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3415932555351627253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SudDbUoQg3I/AAAAAAAACUI/nEgH5jCC8z4/s72-c/ilu.untitledkk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-2412135648069225138</id><published>2009-10-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:06:54.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SuXiCH7GPaI/AAAAAAAACUA/rgrFhRPrJlY/s1600-h/ilu.DSC00961-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396968254587944354" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SuXiCH7GPaI/AAAAAAAACUA/rgrFhRPrJlY/s320/ilu.DSC00961-1kk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you;&lt;br /&gt;you failed because you said u love me,&lt;br /&gt;yet all i feel from u is just a pack of lies.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot bring myself to turn back lesbian because of u again.&lt;br /&gt;dunno is it because u just remind me of renee or wad,&lt;br /&gt;but every single thing you do,&lt;br /&gt;yes i know u are trying realli hard to step into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant seems to open it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;i told u before,&lt;br /&gt;i will leave u for someone better when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;yet u still so persistent,&lt;br /&gt;which i dunno why must u be doing all this for me?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel irritated,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel touched,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;because u're doin all this for someone who u will never get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you wont chap paikia,&lt;br /&gt;end up you got taiji.&lt;br /&gt;you say you wont lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;end up you confess tt stt is ur ex.&lt;br /&gt;you sae you nvr bluff me,&lt;br /&gt;end up u finally reveal the truth abt sth..&lt;br /&gt;you sae u will go work,&lt;br /&gt;but time after time u bomb them.&lt;br /&gt;you sae u will not mention ur ex,&lt;br /&gt;end up u even dare to put me n her on conference.&lt;br /&gt;every single thing u do,&lt;br /&gt;though it may not hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;but its still sth tt is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean from the start,&lt;br /&gt;i just hurt u sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;as the days pass by,&lt;br /&gt;i hurt u even more..&lt;br /&gt;and im slowly beginning to feel tt,&lt;br /&gt;maybe by hurting u continuously,&lt;br /&gt;and ignoring u..&lt;br /&gt;you will slowly get to see the picture tt i dun wish to lead u on.&lt;br /&gt;my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;you get so jealous over every fren of mine whom u claim to be 'my flings',&lt;br /&gt;perhaps those are ppl i've crush before,&lt;br /&gt;but that doesnt mean that i still have feelings for them.&lt;br /&gt;and by this,&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt show tt u can retreat me this way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it may be only going a month or so,&lt;br /&gt;but i know that times when we two hang out together,&lt;br /&gt;when u fetch me after work everytime,&lt;br /&gt;when you send me to work,&lt;br /&gt;when u take care of me when im having fever,&lt;br /&gt;when u dun have enough sleep,&lt;br /&gt;yet u company me go take passport,&lt;br /&gt;when i go missing and u waited for me for hours outside,&lt;br /&gt;when i throw tantrum at u,&lt;br /&gt;and u uttered not a word.&lt;br /&gt;when i use violent on u by throwin pillow,&lt;br /&gt;you still stupid stupid sit there let me beat.&lt;br /&gt;looking at those pictures we took,&lt;br /&gt;realli realli,&lt;br /&gt;there are some which makes me feel that we are very happy when we are out together.&lt;br /&gt;ive once said,&lt;br /&gt;only someone will make me cry so badly,&lt;br /&gt;and u are there to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;you wont make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope u will not.&lt;br /&gt;but my dear,&lt;br /&gt;just dun make urself in so much pain,&lt;br /&gt;if its too painful, let it go and i'll be happy for u.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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/&gt;telling myself that everything is just a foul play,&lt;br /&gt;never getting right with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because everything is just meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;you have to come and go in my life.&lt;br /&gt;just so stucked right now.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was who i am before all this ever happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my dearest sweetheart for being there for me,&lt;br /&gt;even though she doesnt noe what happens,&lt;br /&gt;she's still there.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to my dearest ah cheun for spending the night drinking with me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe u sense sth that's not right,&lt;br /&gt;but im glad we somehow had a heart to heart talk.&lt;br /&gt;i promise u i will be strong and not cry at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i can put down all that's bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;i wished the nightmare was gone.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i could open up my self,&lt;br /&gt;and just be as happy.&lt;br /&gt;i wished all these pain has never happen to me .&lt;br /&gt;i want to forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;just let me be happy,&lt;br /&gt;let me deserved the happiness i should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished u never entered my life before.&lt;br /&gt;because right now its causing me tremendous pain.&lt;br /&gt;how i wished when u're back,&lt;br /&gt;i would be able to tell u how much i miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna yong,&lt;br /&gt;just be strong,&lt;br /&gt;just be who you are infront of others.&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;18 yrs of pain is enough,&lt;br /&gt;time to get a life for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how painful it is,&lt;br /&gt;just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;time will slowly heal all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes acting too strong is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;there have to be times when u would break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;i know ive been there,done that...&lt;br /&gt;but God,&lt;br /&gt;just give me a moment of time when i'll cry in ur presence,&lt;br /&gt;linger and embrace in ur arms.&lt;br /&gt;i know suffering are meant to make someone stronger.&lt;br /&gt;but ,&lt;br /&gt;time to pull me away and make me happy....&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;you're the reason why this is happenin to my life,&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason i close my heart to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason why my life become like this.&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason why im sufferin right now.&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason why im no longer as happy as how i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason why this nightmares stays.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;i still love you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-6994089081396045835?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/StX6H9K2eMI/AAAAAAAACTg/yaRSVAKU8uY/s1600-h/ilu-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392491143432140994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/StX6H9K2eMI/AAAAAAAACTg/yaRSVAKU8uY/s320/ilu-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flings,flings,flings..&lt;br /&gt;and im tired of all those insecure no status relationships.&lt;br /&gt;so right now i guess its time i put it all aside.&lt;br /&gt;anywae,&lt;br /&gt;its the end of everything because ive screwed up all.&lt;br /&gt;MRCHEESECAKE;&lt;br /&gt;over.&lt;br /&gt;MRCANDY;&lt;br /&gt;between us its true but yet impossible.&lt;br /&gt;im tired having to feel awkward everytime.&lt;br /&gt;time will slowly let us see if we are fated to be realli closed again.&lt;br /&gt;MRGOODBYE;&lt;br /&gt;you are once the one,&lt;br /&gt;but time drift us apart.&lt;br /&gt;and you slowly being to feel it by my actions.&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to say.&lt;br /&gt;its over anywae.&lt;br /&gt;time to be serious with wad im feeling and going thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT STOP---journey to the west!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1676389979856386558?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1676389979856386558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1676389979856386558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1676389979856386558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>i told you many times this is goodbye to us,&lt;br /&gt;yet you just keep on doin so many things which make me feel that u cannot let go of me.&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts me even more to see u like this.&lt;br /&gt;because i noe u are in extreme pain.&lt;br /&gt;yet all i do is choose to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you know,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;because we stil have to let go soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candylove,&lt;br /&gt;you know that i do have feelings towards you.&lt;br /&gt;why dun u just take the step forward to give it a last try?&lt;br /&gt;how can i not love you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-6213639307516912629?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3204705083613067776</id><published>2009-09-28T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:50:13.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEXvSFJ56I/AAAAAAAACSg/XmRcpMS0WKk/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386612730386573218" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEXvSFJ56I/AAAAAAAACSg/XmRcpMS0WKk/s320/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;hello peeps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;here to start of my post with my own pictures again.(of cuz!(= )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;today post was actually meant to be a emo post where i wan to rant everything on blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;but have decided to post something about my colleagues instead.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEXwogYxRI/AAAAAAAACSw/W10EwnEy1B0/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386612753586242834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEXwogYxRI/AAAAAAAACSw/W10EwnEy1B0/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;this girl is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DARLING~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;she's call &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eva wu li he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;she is the most pervert girl i ever known!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;she goes around pulling me on the floor from pantry to kitchen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;trying to unhook my bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;but,im much much closer to her because we can communicate!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEXvDW7CdI/AAAAAAAACSY/1AumVKvgJ8k/s1600-h/ilu.DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386612726434564562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEXvDW7CdI/AAAAAAAACSY/1AumVKvgJ8k/s320/ilu.DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;DID YOU SEE WHO IS STANDING NEXT TO ME??!!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;MY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EYE CANDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!-&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AH LOONG&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;WAHAHAHAS XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;HE'S VERY VERY VERY CUTE RIGHT!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;(click on the pirture to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;small size &amp;amp;short.hahasXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;he got the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'derek foo'&lt;/span&gt; look,if u know he well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;finally he decided to take a picture with me(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gypsy&lt;/span&gt; head block his neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;otherwise the love bite i give,can be seen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;first time i took a group photo with kitchen staff.hahasXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;but only &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ah kok&lt;/span&gt; not in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVs9fr2xI/AAAAAAAACSI/MpvEP318uhM/s1600-h/ilu.ilu.DSC00756kkkk.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386610491477711634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVs9fr2xI/AAAAAAAACSI/MpvEP318uhM/s320/ilu.ilu.DSC00756kkkk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;this is on my sister last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;the third guy from the left is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ah kok&lt;/span&gt;-my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WU GUI!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;because he everytime ask me buy toto/4D for him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;than he treat me very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;otherwise keep sayin sayin sayin me.hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i wan to go to his wedding on26dec!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;in johor!!hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVsOReBoI/AAAAAAAACSA/qRank2SEyLU/s1600-h/DSC00655-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386610478801618562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVsOReBoI/AAAAAAAACSA/qRank2SEyLU/s320/DSC00655-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;this is one of the trainee from china-&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jackie(liu zhe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;he is soooo tall and the first photo show his half head cut off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;he always bully me also,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;but i know he treat me like a meimei like that.hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;always make me angry end up apologize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVrRlHwyI/AAAAAAAACRw/0erRu2ddwwA/s1600-h/DSC00705-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386610462509482786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVrRlHwyI/AAAAAAAACRw/0erRu2ddwwA/s320/DSC00705-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;that day we went to powerhouse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;didnt get to take a full group photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;but this is the only one i manage to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;hahas &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yiling's&lt;/span&gt; drunk already,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;than her husband(&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ah hao&lt;/span&gt;) at there keep disturb her also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;next clubbing with them will be in 2-3weeks time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i guess(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;OH! and i went drinking with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;parkway peeps&lt;/span&gt; last wed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;but didnt get any photo taken.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;FORGOTTEN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEXvxjNm_I/AAAAAAAACSo/5s4Ks_751NU/s1600-h/DSC00739-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386612738834144242" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEXvxjNm_I/AAAAAAAACSo/5s4Ks_751NU/s320/DSC00739-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVr7W8qgI/AAAAAAAACR4/UV1CGGpm66M/s1600-h/iluDSC00634-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386610473724324354" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVr7W8qgI/AAAAAAAACR4/UV1CGGpm66M/s320/iluDSC00634-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;this is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;andreas&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;he is my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!hahasXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;everytime also bully me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;worse than jackie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;make me veryvery angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;but,everybody in outlet knows that he love me lahs!hahas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;he reminds me of my brothers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;without him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;in workplace SURE very boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVtevX7kI/AAAAAAAACSQ/GW1R1O1OeBY/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386610500401884738" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEVtevX7kI/AAAAAAAACSQ/GW1R1O1OeBY/s320/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY DEAREST QING AI DE AHCHEUN!!!(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;im sure everybody know who is he right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;MY BOYFRIEND(:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;hahas XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;imisshim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;imisshim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;imisshim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;imisshim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;IMISSHIM(:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;my boyfriend supposed to off on thurs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;end up changed to tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;so tml we two going to dating~~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;wednesday im going out with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eyecandy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AHLOONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;hehes.but i think will be paisehx,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;because of wad happen in powerhouse tt night=x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I MAKE SURE &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AH LOONG&lt;/span&gt; TAKE PHOTO WITH ME THAT DAY~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to 'A-S';&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you say you want to end everything that we've been thru,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know this time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its really the end for us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont be softhearted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i ask you to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jus go ahead and be who u used to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;back to topic again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i get to know one guy from the restaurant next to JP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;suki-ya guy&lt;/span&gt; is called &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'ah lun'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;also kitchen cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;that day i am smoking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;he came up to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;talk to me than before walk away said sth(which i dun wanna say).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;than slowly we two became fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;F1 that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;no customer at all..and i was sooo hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i text him ask him company me go smoke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;than tell him im hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;so he actually cook me a bowl of ramen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;end up my colleague finish it all-.-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i steal a mini brownie from outlet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and give it to him.hahasXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;this week is kinda relaxing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;but starting from next week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;ive gotta be busy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;so whoever wants to mit me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;i am free on thursday only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;book me arhs!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;i would rather hurt myself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;than to ever see you cry for me;again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3204705083613067776?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3204705083613067776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3204705083613067776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3204705083613067776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3204705083613067776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-peeps-here-to-start-of-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SsEXvSFJ56I/AAAAAAAACSg/XmRcpMS0WKk/s72-c/DSC00743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-902646807177916765</id><published>2009-09-24T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:51:54.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEESECAKE!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SrvOqJzwwOI/AAAAAAAACRg/fqB732mil_Q/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385125003034411234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SrvOqJzwwOI/AAAAAAAACRg/fqB732mil_Q/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;CHEESECAKE!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i love cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i like my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;come to think of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;every minute im spending it really wisely(:&lt;br /&gt;i hope next week i can really enjoy myself~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;because i took off for the entire week ar.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so,i have plans going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;monday- steamboat with colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tues-might be meeting janelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wed-checkups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thurs-outing with ahcheun(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fri-dad's bdae celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i guess im packed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;or &lt;i&gt;hopefully,i am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;goodnight tweeties.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-902646807177916765?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SrvOqJzwwOI/AAAAAAAACRg/fqB732mil_Q/s72-c/DSC00749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7375978873429551005</id><published>2009-09-22T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:19:39.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so everything jsut end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;should i just tell myself that-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'yeah,after this few months of tolerating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ive finally pull myself thru.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;or should i start wonderin what actually gone wrong and why it has all turn out to be like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss those times ive shared with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;be it with xiuting,kat &amp;amp; germ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;janelle,athari,shilah&amp;amp; zac,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;or with fb peeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i just missed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i guess everyone has their own life right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and im also busy with work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;although a part of me feels that somethin is missing out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but im glad that things are still going on smoothly for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my cellphone no longer ring as many times as it should,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i no longer have call from ppl asking me to hang out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everyday im just facing people from workplace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;they did bring joy into my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but not as much as how my precious frens did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i see that time indeed change human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dare to say im not as bad as last time anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;how many times do i emo in a month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;seldom already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;perhaps only when having moodswing durin pre-mense period.laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and everybody around me has changed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anywae this three weeks im pack with lots of stuff which i dunno HOw i am able to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;soon soon soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wanna go out with ahcheun again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and hopefully tml after dinner with colleagues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i have enough time to go down amk to find him for supper.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;daphne yong&amp;amp;ah jian farewell on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;will be having steamboat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i was like OMG,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;food again?!?!?!awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ah cheun asked me to go lahs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wonderin if i should go clubbing tml.=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am currently broke now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nextweek im going out with him again,hahas XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IM WAITING FOR TANYINJIE TO COME BACKKKKK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just gone for a few hours only and i suddenly miss her le sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7375978873429551005?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/7375978873429551005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=7375978873429551005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7375978873429551005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7375978873429551005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-everything-jsut-end.html' title='so everything jsut end.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5677064688549145176</id><published>2009-09-17T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:07:11.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my ideal lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SrH7ph5rxsI/AAAAAAAACQk/2GFjxkr7zwc/s1600-h/holding_hands-2-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382359720577976002" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SrH7ph5rxsI/AAAAAAAACQk/2GFjxkr7zwc/s320/holding_hands-2-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ive finally confess to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that im in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;you told me you are confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and asked to take things slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i wanted to try and work it out with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but i know u wouldnt like me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;im confused about how you're feeling towards me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;its been months and ive finally told u so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i dun expect anything from u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i know that u're in a difficult position as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i know we are of different world and age gap is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but for u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i wil try to be a little more mature and also more independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i will promsie never to make u worried for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i hope the outcome will be what i always hope it turn out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;im afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;because i know u are not the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but love is blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;even if its only for awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i stil wan to have a history behind us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dun hurt me like how others have done so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dun play with me like how others did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dun destroy me like how ive been destroyed before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the wae u take care of me makes me feel protected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the wae you protect me makes me feel secured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the way you hug me makes me feel like caressing in ur arms forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5677064688549145176?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5677064688549145176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5677064688549145176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5677064688549145176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5677064688549145176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-ideal-lover.html' title='my ideal lover'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SrH7ph5rxsI/AAAAAAAACQk/2GFjxkr7zwc/s72-c/holding_hands-2-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3507478958964844127</id><published>2009-09-16T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:01:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my nights out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SrHeE99dfAI/AAAAAAAACQc/3p6ExjNIAHo/s1600-h/holding_hands-2-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i know its been so long since ive update my blog about what ive been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;im gonna say and rant and complain..hahas XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;090909-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i went out with jess,lynette and LIMYUTING tt day!:) hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;went to watch final destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;than met up with ah cheun and went home around 1plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;half way thru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;somebody came to find me and give me a rose ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;because that day was 090909.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but end up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i choose to walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;140909-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i went out with ah cheun again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;this time we headed to town,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;went to kinokuniya to read books for over an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;than we headed to buy some shirt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;went to eat ice cream.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;after which go down to marina square and fetch daphne yong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;went to kbox afew times with ah cheun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;there's one day we went alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and stay there and sing for 5hours!!OMG,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i was so super cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;he sang the song ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'男人不该让女人流泪',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;awww so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;because he sang it FOR ME.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday night;160909-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after work went down to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;POWER HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11 other colleagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;called around 6plus for reservation end up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fully book.so no choice we have to do walk in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;end work at ten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so waited for other to end work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;than end up ah jian came to find daphne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yesterday goes lke this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ah jian came to wait for us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-end work and i got changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-eva and yiling end work so they changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ah mok also got changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;-daphne got changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ah mok&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eva&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yiling&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ah jian&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;daphne&lt;/span&gt; head down to powerhouse first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-reach there 11,luckily no crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-went in decided to open bottle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-we got a table at the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-so we open &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-later on,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ah hao&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;john&lt;/span&gt; came down.&lt;br /&gt;-followed by &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ah long&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;ah pao&lt;/span&gt; come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yiling&lt;/span&gt; got drunk already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-midnight &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ah cheun&lt;/span&gt; come down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-2hours later,we finish the 2bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we open another bottle of chivas.total 3bottles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;daphne&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ah jian&lt;/span&gt; went home at 3am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-than 4am we went back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ah cheun&lt;/span&gt; send me home.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;ah long,so sorry to give u a obvious love bite on your neck.=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;but its a realli fun night out with u.(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so a total of 7guys and 4girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im the only one there who is single.hahasXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;andreas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so i was like thinking that i knew things would changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i knew that things between us will be different right after ytd night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;im sorry for givin u cold shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i guess i need to sort out my own feelings and not lead u on anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;because i know it very well that i do like somebody now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;im feeling so confused right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i hope u can jus give me some time of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i promised u something that i didnt managed to stick to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;next week to gothem penthouse again!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3507478958964844127?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3507478958964844127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3507478958964844127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3507478958964844127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3507478958964844127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-nights-out.html' title='my nights out.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7182703379209827204</id><published>2009-09-11T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:01:19.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MengenalMu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wished i have friends who truely care for me.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i have people who realli understands me inside out.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i have someone who i can talk to when im upset and troubled.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i have somebody to share my problems.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i can share my joy and sorrow with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;i wished there can be a time when somebody would come up to me,&lt;br /&gt;and just give me the strength to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am once again,&lt;br /&gt;wishing i can be able to find my strength once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you guys know who you are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every body has a moment of ups and down.&lt;br /&gt;but i believe that after a heavy rain pour,&lt;br /&gt;there will always be a rainbow after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;so no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;just be strong and dun ever fall apart.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7182703379209827204?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/7182703379209827204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=7182703379209827204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7182703379209827204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7182703379209827204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/09/mengenalmu.html' title='MengenalMu.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-798549585977950151</id><published>2009-09-06T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:01:52.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have i got everything done wrongly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SqSeUlkv45I/AAAAAAAACQU/rmjSAKgCdPg/s1600-h/ilu.Photo0061-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378597931508032402" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SqSeUlkv45I/AAAAAAAACQU/rmjSAKgCdPg/s320/ilu.Photo0061-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes,you are right.&lt;br /&gt;you've changed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has changed.&lt;br /&gt;girl,i just read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;im touched because you do think of me when u're upset.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im in the wrong in the ast,&lt;br /&gt;for saying that u only turn to me when u're bored or sad.&lt;br /&gt;what a stupid thinking it is.&lt;br /&gt;we've been friends for so long,&lt;br /&gt;and im sure nobody can ever replace the special place i have in ur heart.&lt;br /&gt;i still love you lahs,&lt;br /&gt;and i still care for u,&lt;br /&gt;just that i dun show out or even contact you.&lt;br /&gt;i hope u read this and seriously know how much i miss u.&lt;br /&gt;hope to mit up with u realli reali soon(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;maybe the best way to keep myself busy is not to chiong work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but the best way is to make myself happy.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;even if i chiong work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;earn alot of money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but end of all when i wan to go out and enjoy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i couldnt find anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;joanna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;that's so silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;manage urself well pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-798549585977950151?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SqSeUlkv45I/AAAAAAAACQU/rmjSAKgCdPg/s72-c/ilu.Photo0061-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7958577058010348605</id><published>2009-09-03T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:55:14.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;jo says: she misses everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7958577058010348605?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/7958577058010348605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=7958577058010348605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7958577058010348605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7958577058010348605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/09/jo-says-she-misses-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-9145795136558847991</id><published>2009-08-18T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:02:16.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retrospecting who i used to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SorijM8E28I/AAAAAAAACPM/uXAMcSa7TGw/s1600-h/iluDSC00570-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371354599989238722" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SorijM8E28I/AAAAAAAACPM/uXAMcSa7TGw/s320/iluDSC00570-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i sit down here right now,&lt;br /&gt;and look back all those pictures filled with memories.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i've gone through,&lt;br /&gt;so many things which i let go,&lt;br /&gt;so many things that used to happen.&lt;br /&gt;so many things that will never return anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has changed.&lt;br /&gt;times has passed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;right now,&lt;br /&gt;everyone has grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its so random of me to think back of who i used to be in the past.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be so rebellious,&lt;br /&gt;used to be so childish.&lt;br /&gt;i dun admit being mature now.&lt;br /&gt;but at least better than last time.&lt;br /&gt;looking back at all those fun pictures once took,&lt;br /&gt;its all memories now.&lt;br /&gt;its all painful &amp;amp; enjoyable memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the past alot.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i was hoping that it will never end at all.&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;i miss the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-9145795136558847991?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/9145795136558847991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=9145795136558847991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/9145795136558847991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/9145795136558847991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/08/retrospecting-who-i-used-to-be.html' title='retrospecting who i used to be.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SorijM8E28I/AAAAAAAACPM/uXAMcSa7TGw/s72-c/iluDSC00570-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-22154372017480092</id><published>2009-08-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:21:49.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dearest brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Socu8rZy6MI/AAAAAAAACPE/CuHutXXmqfU/s1600-h/DSC00495-1+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370312700640553154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Socu8rZy6MI/AAAAAAAACPE/CuHutXXmqfU/s320/DSC00495-1+g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my dearest brother:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've been spending 13years of kinship together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we've been through alot of fights,tears,laughter,joy&amp;amp;sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i see you grow every single day,month&amp;amp;years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as time pass by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're slowly growing into a teenager,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more mature and sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13years back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you came into this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and soon after,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've become a sister to someone younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remember that i was so happy back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever aunties/uncles carry you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would follow behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afraid that they will take you away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Soct5-AXj_I/AAAAAAAACO8/bWEI4i_bSAc/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370311554582941682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Soct5-AXj_I/AAAAAAAACO8/bWEI4i_bSAc/s200/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; when you were young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wished that u would never grow up at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was the one who keep pestering mummy for a younger brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im not the one who took care of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever since u're born,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da-jie has always been the one taking care of u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may have fetch u from kindergarten before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but always end up scolding you for makin me wait so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever since daddy left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back than u were only 6yrs old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that was the yr when i start becomin rebellious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt care much about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i rejected helping you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was nvr the one coaching u in ur studies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the credit goes to da-jie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Soct5RDAcEI/AAAAAAAACO0/rkYvlXhonf4/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370311542514413634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Soct5RDAcEI/AAAAAAAACO0/rkYvlXhonf4/s200/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know u grow up with no father love &amp;amp; ever since u're born,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mummy started working and u're left home with only da-jie&amp;amp;ah ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wasnt around and ah ma is the one who took care of u for 13 yrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wake u up for sch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pack ur sch bag,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prepare ur breakfast&amp;amp;lunch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cook for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give u pocket money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even until now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you nvr failed to come home straight after sch and accompany ahma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though u're out with frens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u nvr failed to reach home by 6pm to bring ahma go downstairs eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes when i wan to bring u out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u will reject me bcuz u're worried ahma is lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ernest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you've been a great grandson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SocstKyIb4I/AAAAAAAACOs/z9VAzZlmr4I/s1600-h/DSC00542-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370310235162963842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SocstKyIb4I/AAAAAAAACOs/z9VAzZlmr4I/s200/DSC00542-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u have problems in studies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u always solve it urself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when u have problems in sch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u keep to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when u're upset with ahma naggin u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u dare nt tell mummy bcuz u're afraid she'll be worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how much fights we have in the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u will still buy me whatever food i like when u saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will always surprise me with little gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i cried,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u will always ask me what happen n tell me not to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remember there was once,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we quarrel reali badly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and u used a knife to chase after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you said words that hurt me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and was rude to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i nv blame u for that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because im not a good sister in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i neglected u when u're young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and never truely love u in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SocsoUq_NRI/AAAAAAAACOk/nCR2PI58GEI/s1600-h/DSC00553-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370310151918007570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SocsoUq_NRI/AAAAAAAACOk/nCR2PI58GEI/s200/DSC00553-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that u finally turn 13yrs old..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive seen u grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in some sense,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive gotta admit that ur thinking is more mature than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're a great brother to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u'll be a grown up man and all this left will eventually become memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish u the best in ur studies and whatever u're going thru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teenagers life are nvr easy to handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember that u always have a second sister standin by u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i will always love u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my little brother(:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday ah boy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i will always give u the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll get u whatever u want,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'll always be workin hard to provide the best for u(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-22154372017480092?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/22154372017480092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=22154372017480092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/22154372017480092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/22154372017480092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dearest-brother.html' title='my dearest brother.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Socu8rZy6MI/AAAAAAAACPE/CuHutXXmqfU/s72-c/DSC00495-1+g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3468578034492013449</id><published>2009-08-09T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:42:13.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Sn8FrKjC3bI/AAAAAAAACOM/KjYd1XqNtzg/s1600-h/ilu.DSC00267-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368015519972777394" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Sn8FrKjC3bI/AAAAAAAACOM/KjYd1XqNtzg/s200/ilu.DSC00267-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know i just miss you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hearing songs that reminded me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because missingyou is something &lt;s&gt;i have to keep in my heart&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;我想要说,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果没有你,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;我要如和走下去?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为我需要你给我力量.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;很想说,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;不要离开我.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3468578034492013449?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3468578034492013449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3468578034492013449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3468578034492013449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3468578034492013449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-again.html' title='once again.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Sn8FrKjC3bI/AAAAAAAACOM/KjYd1XqNtzg/s72-c/ilu.DSC00267-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-1389325191691591495</id><published>2009-08-07T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:50:01.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ive been seeking for you.</title><content type='html'>no matter how hard life is,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how torturing and painful,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how tired everything seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;and everything still have to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is what we ownself seek for,&lt;br /&gt;and it depends on how we handle our own situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be the strong girl.&lt;br /&gt;i'll always pull myself thru y darkest moment.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine after a heavy storm.&lt;br /&gt;one day you'll see,&lt;br /&gt;there's rainbow in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just need to pull myself thru.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how tiring it is,&lt;br /&gt;i have to be strong to see a better future for myself.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's moving on in their life.&lt;br /&gt;just get going jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and always remember,&lt;br /&gt;this is ur life.&lt;br /&gt;nobody can always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;and you will always have ur family members by ur side.&lt;br /&gt;rmb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;frens are just frens.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont give up,&lt;br /&gt;and i wont break down.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be strong even if all goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how long it takes,&lt;br /&gt;as long as i believe in myself,&lt;br /&gt;i'll find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1389325191691591495?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1389325191691591495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1389325191691591495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1389325191691591495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1389325191691591495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-seeking-for-you.html' title='ive been seeking for you.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5361065137993124076</id><published>2009-08-07T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:34:22.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling deeper.</title><content type='html'>i told myself not to fall deeper.&lt;br /&gt;but each time i try,&lt;br /&gt;i failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remind yourself,he's just not that into you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5361065137993124076?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5361065137993124076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5361065137993124076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5361065137993124076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5361065137993124076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/08/falling-deeper.html' title='falling deeper.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3672019758045866034</id><published>2009-08-04T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:05:12.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awww.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Snh-xyV_krI/AAAAAAAACOE/fAdV2RBEAWI/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366178349804655282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Snh-xyV_krI/AAAAAAAACOE/fAdV2RBEAWI/s200/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything is going on so wrongly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im angry with so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many things that is happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dunno what is fucking wrong with me this few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should get going .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should not let myself get so angry with so little stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too smile like this again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well,indeed not for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dun ever think that i cannot live on without you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because im long over you&amp;amp; i mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of all those things u've done to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im getting over it and leadin life even better without you right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because without you,&lt;s&gt;right now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3672019758045866034?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3672019758045866034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3672019758045866034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3672019758045866034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3672019758045866034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/08/awww.html' title='awww.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/Snh-xyV_krI/AAAAAAAACOE/fAdV2RBEAWI/s72-c/DSC00407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-2968158194925426696</id><published>2009-08-02T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:22:30.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the problem...</title><content type='html'>blogger indeed has alot of problems lahs.&lt;br /&gt;idiot sometimes can upload picture sometimes cannot.im just not happy with the problem they give me.&lt;br /&gt;fine..&lt;br /&gt;im tired.off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-2968158194925426696?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/2968158194925426696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=2968158194925426696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2968158194925426696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/2968158194925426696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/08/problem.html' title='the problem...'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-1570410300853974379</id><published>2009-07-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:56:26.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHqv2TIRGI/AAAAAAAACN8/_0WyaJL_-I4/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364326738925470818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHqv2TIRGI/AAAAAAAACN8/_0WyaJL_-I4/s200/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sky is beautiful tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping everything is going fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll go your way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'll go mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1570410300853974379?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1570410300853974379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1570410300853974379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1570410300853974379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1570410300853974379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/07/sky.html' title='sky.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHqv2TIRGI/AAAAAAAACN8/_0WyaJL_-I4/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3930301970667617850</id><published>2009-07-30T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:46:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHKf2cTr-I/AAAAAAAACNU/dhuuDgUSwIQ/s1600-h/ilu.DSC003192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364291279713972194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHKf2cTr-I/AAAAAAAACNU/dhuuDgUSwIQ/s320/ilu.DSC003192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i get to upload photos(:.&lt;br /&gt;well i have so many things to say.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall start right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHR87sYURI/AAAAAAAACNc/ITqij0ayrtM/s1600-h/If+only%27002+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299475921162514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHR87sYURI/AAAAAAAACNc/ITqij0ayrtM/s200/If+only%27002+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;katherine &amp;amp; xiuting-&lt;br /&gt;both of u are having conflict and why xiuting u must drag me in?&lt;br /&gt;i dun even noe wad is happening between u two.&lt;br /&gt;if just because im kat's fren and tt causes you not wanting to be my didi anymore.&lt;br /&gt;than i will respect ur decision.&lt;br /&gt;i am realli shocked by ur tag in my tagboard&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHUcrhF4gI/AAAAAAAACNs/TEIOil4zsQU/s1600-h/ilu.DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;if its because of this,&lt;br /&gt;and break our friendship up,&lt;br /&gt;than i realli have nth to sae.&lt;br /&gt;when i message you,&lt;br /&gt;you dun even want to reply me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know you have already grown up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in ur life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no longer any jo,kat or even germ anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive always been longing for us to enjoy ourselves like how we used to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hang out together again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laugh together and be happy once more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoping that there'll be a day for me to sae about 'us' again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but things always get worse between the both of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for germaine she's just busy with her own stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if there's a day when we can ever mit up again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will push away everyhing that im busy with jus to mit up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dunno wad exactly happen between us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and no matter wad i sae,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there wouldnt be any chances of us being together anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the four of us has split up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont deny tt i have my own stuff to do and own frens to hang out with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i do miss us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;xiuting,im actually prepared to lose you as a didi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;its just a matter of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the time has arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you no longer need me as much as you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i dunno why are you going in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but i wish to know what have you been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you know you're the didi i dote on the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;even though we dun contact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;u still stand a place in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but now i know that there's no more you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i wish u the best for all u do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and i'll learn to leave on without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if u insisted things to end up this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHUc1-3JFI/AAAAAAAACN0/VjAvQI-d4H4/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364302223167136850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHUc1-3JFI/AAAAAAAACN0/VjAvQI-d4H4/s200/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with xiner on230709.&lt;br /&gt;went to ktv,&lt;br /&gt;followed by geylang to eat,&lt;br /&gt;than headed to east coast.&lt;br /&gt;than back to geylang again.&lt;br /&gt;went home around4am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;was tired,&lt;br /&gt;but had a fun night with her and her frens(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;xiner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'll rmb wad u sae to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i'll be strong because u want me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you have to be strong too,yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHSIsGz0RI/AAAAAAAACNk/v8-nyEL8aU0/s1600-h/ilu.DSC00272-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299677895479570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHSIsGz0RI/AAAAAAAACNk/v8-nyEL8aU0/s200/ilu.DSC00272-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday i was out with ah cheun despite being sick &amp;amp; on mc.&lt;br /&gt;met him at orchard and got lost there.hahasXD&lt;br /&gt;after that went to eat,&lt;br /&gt;and headed to far east.&lt;br /&gt;it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;and read the following conversation(translated)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ahcheun:&lt;/span&gt;how?its raining.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jo:&lt;/span&gt;nvmx mahs.romantic(:.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ahcheun:&lt;/span&gt;you reali wan to be romantic ar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jo:&lt;/span&gt;hahas!we got no umbrella,so walking under the rain is romantic mahs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ahcheun:&lt;/span&gt;okie since you sae so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(so he ran across the road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i followed him,but i was damn slow.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jo:&lt;/span&gt;why you run you dunno how to tell me huh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ahcheun:&lt;/span&gt;because u sae u wanted to be romantic,so i ran across and its a surprise ma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jo:&lt;/span&gt;but its NOT romantic at all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ahcheun:&lt;/span&gt;give you surprise means romantic lo!haiyo u dunno mehs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jo:&lt;/span&gt;even if u wan to run,at least wait for me or pull me along lahs.now my slippers so wet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ahcheun:&lt;/span&gt;above all,this is call romantic lahs.(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what?&lt;br /&gt;i can never beat a guy in arguing.hahasXD.&lt;br /&gt;walked around far east,&lt;br /&gt;than decided to take a bus to bugis .&lt;br /&gt;so went to bugis,&lt;br /&gt;went into topmen,&lt;br /&gt;and i choose clothes for him to try on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i feel so mother-ly lahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he bought two top from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next,went down to vivo city bcuz he wanted to buy nike bag.&lt;br /&gt;so went over and choose for very long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;once again,i feel so mother-ly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he spent 100 over that night.=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to ta-bao long john &amp;amp; eat ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;went up to the balcony and sat there.&lt;br /&gt;sat there for three hours,&lt;br /&gt;took alot of pictures,&lt;br /&gt;and talk alot about ourselves and the past.&lt;br /&gt;after that,&lt;br /&gt;played like two realli childish kids.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;that night i was realli realli happy.&lt;br /&gt;and looking for our next next week outing again.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHUcrhF4gI/AAAAAAAACNs/TEIOil4zsQU/s1600-h/ilu.DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364302220357919234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHUcrhF4gI/AAAAAAAACNs/TEIOil4zsQU/s200/ilu.DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother~andreas saputra.&lt;br /&gt;he's always &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BULLYING&lt;/span&gt; me during work!&lt;br /&gt;but i know,&lt;br /&gt;he still dote on me like a younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;thank God for having him at work,&lt;br /&gt;otherwise nobody will wash the coffee machine for me when i work pantry.&lt;br /&gt;nobody will mop the floor for me when im rushing home.&lt;br /&gt;nobody will scoop icecream for me when its too hard.&lt;br /&gt;and nobody will eat my 'left over' food(:&lt;br /&gt;just hoping he's not another hariyo,dian &amp;amp;anton.&lt;br /&gt;those three im always &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;deeply missing&lt;/span&gt;(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tml is friday night!!!&lt;br /&gt;might be out for supper with colleagues after work.&lt;br /&gt;saturday there'll be fireworks again,&lt;br /&gt;and i pray tt it wouldnt be too busy.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise colleagues and i wouldnt be able to go kbox at night=x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i'll be workin on mon,wed,fri,sat&amp;amp;sun.&lt;br /&gt;only off on tues &amp;amp;thurs.&lt;br /&gt;but tues im fully packed.&lt;br /&gt;morning there'll be school.&lt;br /&gt;after which,&lt;br /&gt;i'll mit yinjie for shopping~.&lt;br /&gt;and dinner at orchard sakura with gypsy,yiling&amp;amp; chef (:.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be free only on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;anybody care to asked me out?&lt;br /&gt;book me in advance(:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3930301970667617850?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3930301970667617850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3930301970667617850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3930301970667617850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3930301970667617850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-me-break.html' title='give me a break.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SnHKf2cTr-I/AAAAAAAACNU/dhuuDgUSwIQ/s72-c/ilu.DSC003192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-3170014996654389354</id><published>2009-07-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:43:11.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;am i just thinking too much about those things that has been happening?&lt;br /&gt;why does it seems that the words are still lingerin in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;ive seen it all,i know.&lt;br /&gt;but,dun let it happen,&lt;br /&gt;can we?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-3170014996654389354?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/3170014996654389354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=3170014996654389354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3170014996654389354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/3170014996654389354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i.html' title='am i?'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-1353125082443168148</id><published>2009-07-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:29:54.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little bit of everything.</title><content type='html'>a little bit of everything..&lt;br /&gt;its time.&lt;br /&gt;time for everything right now.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everything is meant to be the same again,&lt;br /&gt;it will eventually.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps some would sae that efforts should be seen,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess if both realli have the heart to,&lt;br /&gt;they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1353125082443168148?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5616541218320152295</id><published>2009-07-27T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:32:17.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>when its time to let it go...&lt;br /&gt;slowly as i put everythin behind and move forward,&lt;br /&gt;i realised that im long over you,&lt;br /&gt;and you've long become a part of my beautiful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye sweetest love of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5616541218320152295?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5616541218320152295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5616541218320152295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5616541218320152295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5616541218320152295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/07/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-5057648066608194700</id><published>2009-07-26T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:52:06.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idiot!</title><content type='html'>i thought can upload pictures,&lt;br /&gt;end up.... ARGHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-5057648066608194700?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/5057648066608194700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=5057648066608194700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5057648066608194700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/5057648066608194700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/07/idiot.html' title='idiot!'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-1351581894002485595</id><published>2009-07-25T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:14:27.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening?</title><content type='html'>im back to blogging,&lt;br /&gt;and yet this is what blogger did to me,&lt;br /&gt;by having so many problems!=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright,&lt;br /&gt;i know im missing for a few months,&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt reali update about my self.&lt;br /&gt;firstly,sorry because my internet was down,&lt;br /&gt;secondly because i was too busy to even bring laptop to school.&lt;br /&gt;now i realised how boring it is to go online,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly dun have any things for me to surf at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae,&lt;br /&gt;my birthday was alright..i spend it in pub with some fren and the following day,&lt;br /&gt;i spent it at home sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;it was boring,&lt;br /&gt;but this yr dun reali have the mood to celebrate it too.&lt;br /&gt;IM SICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;doctor suspect me of having H1N1!!!&lt;br /&gt;is he crazy?!?&lt;br /&gt;alright,&lt;br /&gt;although the there are ppl i oe who contracted with it,&lt;br /&gt;and mostly more the 3quarter of my colleague fall sick n on mc now..&lt;br /&gt;but,it cant be me lahs.&lt;br /&gt;im so healty!hahasXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been realli hectic nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should stay home and keep my self healthy and ready for work again,&lt;br /&gt;before the busy schedule in august.!=x.&lt;br /&gt;awww life's just workin and studying now...&lt;br /&gt;im too busy for anything.&lt;br /&gt;too busy to even watch my drama.&lt;br /&gt;and lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i have three days mc,&lt;br /&gt;and i shld reali take this time to boost my energy,&lt;br /&gt;rest well,&lt;br /&gt;watch more show &amp; ....&lt;br /&gt;awww,i cant eat.&lt;br /&gt;because no appetite for anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now,&lt;br /&gt;blogger's relly makin me furious right now.&lt;br /&gt;wordy post with any pictures...&lt;br /&gt;shall not be too long winded.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-1351581894002485595?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/1351581894002485595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=1351581894002485595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1351581894002485595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/1351581894002485595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-happening.html' title='what&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830428043224290878.post-7188029760794292859</id><published>2009-06-24T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:38:32.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i became a part of your memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SkHzN6g4XQI/AAAAAAAACNI/_Y2MT5xh0ow/s1600-h/ilu.If+only%27015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350825252663876866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SkHzN6g4XQI/AAAAAAAACNI/_Y2MT5xh0ow/s320/ilu.If+only%27015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no last goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;no last words.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'll put you behind as my memories.&lt;br /&gt;of all those goodbye we once said,&lt;br /&gt;this would be the final one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;time to forget your face,&lt;br /&gt;time to forget your smile,&lt;br /&gt;time to forget you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830428043224290878-7188029760794292859?l=the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/feeds/7188029760794292859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830428043224290878&amp;postID=7188029760794292859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7188029760794292859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830428043224290878/posts/default/7188029760794292859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetest-suicidal.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-became-part-of-your-memories.html' title='when i became a part of your memories..'/><author><name>bleeding in pain.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121663674189187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SKcKnCLaG2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/C37iZ3uLu00/S220/030520081504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLZJrwBr2tw/SkHzN6g4XQI/AAAAAAAACNI/_Y2MT5xh0ow/s72-c/ilu.If+only%27015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
