<?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-24233904</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:45:42.600-07:00</updated><category term='pinch me hard'/><category term='Laughter.'/><title type='text'>whatmyheartsays</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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not sure if im disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i say sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do really wished that you read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i want to tell you things i cant seem to convey to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i wish i AM the first person to know. about things. about you. but its not coming. cos all this while, i think i AM the last to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i still wish. and wont stop wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-2505358559889418281?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/2505358559889418281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-3994686432312997475?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/3994686432312997475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/3994686432312997475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/07/announcement.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENT.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-462501224583727997</id><published>2007-06-03T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T09:35:38.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DNA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the reason for my evryday smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-462501224583727997?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/462501224583727997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/462501224583727997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/06/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-6886266550761959737</id><published>2007-06-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T09:07:12.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love and Hate Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Instead of slamming down the phone girl, for the hundredth time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got your number on my wall, but I ain't gonna make that call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When divided we stand baby, united we fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got the time got a chance gonna make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got my hands on your heart gonna take it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All I know I can't fight this flame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause I'm crazy 'bout you baby, time after time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One night alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is like a year without you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you have a heart of stone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Without you Can't stop the hurt inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When love and hate collide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't wanna fight no more, I don't know what we're fighting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When we treat each other baby, like an act of war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I could tell a million lies and it would come as no surprise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the truth is like a stranger, hits you right between the eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's a time and a place and a reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I know I got a love to believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All I know got to win this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause I'm crazy 'bout you baby...Crazy...Crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Without you One night alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is like a year without you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you have a heart of stone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Without you One night alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is like a year without you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you have a heart at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Can't stop the hurt inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When love and hate collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Def Leppard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-6886266550761959737?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/6886266550761959737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/6886266550761959737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-love-and-hate-collide.html' title='When Love and Hate Collide'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-2597128288598195744</id><published>2007-05-16T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:41:26.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;there is so much to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so much to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to laugh about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to cry for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;however at this moment of time with the internet access problem i m facing, it got me pissed and fed up to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so far, all i can tell is that my life has been good. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;till next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-nana mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-2597128288598195744?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/2597128288598195744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/2597128288598195744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes.html' title='sometimes..'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-241464267601520550</id><published>2007-05-01T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:55:35.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;By: TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You said you could fix anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Instead I'm fucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You made things even worse for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I had balls I'd tell you get away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guess I'm not smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I let you unnerve me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I let you control me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afraid the truth would hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When it's you that hurts me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get outta my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get outta my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get outta my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop puttin' words in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get outta my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're nothing but trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get outta my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get out of me Out of me (out of me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out of me lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lie lie lie lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear lieYou're dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You think you've got the best of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You think you won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Misread my vulnerability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've got your walls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now get the hell away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've learned your art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won't let you unnerve me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won't let you control me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The truth will only free me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And your lies won't hurt no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lie lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now get the hell away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I learned your art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won't let you unnerve me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wont' let you control me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The truth will only free me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And your lies won't hurt no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lie lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lie Lie Lie LieLie Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-241464267601520550?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/241464267601520550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/241464267601520550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/05/dear-lie.html' title='Dear Lie'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-3373549363395155033</id><published>2007-05-01T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:45:47.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the other Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;its May Day today. or be more precise, Labour Day they call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today is boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the family had me for this whole hours of 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyhow, yesterday's session with the Girls was freaking crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i had my craziest, my nonsensical side up close and personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i dont know how i did it. it happened so naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;those stupid jokes. those boisterous laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that was the most laughing session i ever had with those girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it feels good. to be at that moment. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;now, is that a good thing or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;at one point, i think i really am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;at another, i wondered: "am i heading for a major breakdown?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well, whatever it may be, i still think i want more of that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Till next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy Holiday People!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: Life Is Wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-3373549363395155033?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/3373549363395155033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/3373549363395155033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/05/other-side.html' title='the other Side'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-7809789806130297022</id><published>2007-04-30T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:29:41.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stayed at home on thursday and friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;how boring can Nana Mas's life be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got an engagement invitation a few blocks away from home on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the bride: GORGEOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;many relatives were there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;almost every face seem unfamiliar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i never thought i'd have a relative who looked like the No 11 Thai basketball player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAAH *do the patrik way*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and so on sunday,with Yaya, stopped by Civic's Regional Library to borrow a book before going over to Zee's place for her farewell gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zee's going to India for School Attachement. how cool is that. however, i'm super glad that IA in ITE is local companies. i'd die of fright if i have to travel all the way to another people's country. *GULP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well, Nana is a Scardy cat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;on May DAY, planned to catch up with the close 4 for zee's mini farewell gathering. however, seems like i chose the wrong day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*woops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay. so much i've typed today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dont guess when the next entry will be posted. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now Reading: FRIENDS &amp; FAMILIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Author: Margaret Kaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now Listening To: Say It Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Artist: Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-7809789806130297022?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/7809789806130297022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/7809789806130297022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/ordinary.html' title='ordinary'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-2732879844479837233</id><published>2007-04-25T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:21:36.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter.'/><title type='text'>There's Plenty to Share.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__-RFnmGLJMQ/RjA6K-uQNoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4HZ8vz-jHSs/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057606341847168642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="212" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__-RFnmGLJMQ/RjA6K-uQNoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4HZ8vz-jHSs/s320/DSC00239.JPG" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I went for my virgin ankle injuries treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;believe it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A.c.u.p.u.n.t.u.re. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.OUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Many-many thing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Of that Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Met up 2 close friends at Vivo City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did catching ups and updating each other about current situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And so i brought along an Old-skool card game: SNAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We sanpped for almost 10 rounds and, guess who's QUEEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Need no introduction cos.. ehem. it was me. *thank you2*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its been quite a while since a had a great laugh. it feels so great to be feeling like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i had so much fun that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*honest*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After so much laughing and doing squads for snapping at the wrong card, we headed for dessert at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Earls Swensen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They both had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fondue&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5 scoops of ice creams, banana slice, strawberries, cherries, wafers, brownie and almond slice, almond-chop toppings and of course the thick and yummy chocolate fudge to go with everything in the list. and yes, a slice of 3 different layers of ice-cream cake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for the belated birthday girl. the other's treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Waffle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rectangular shaped waffle with 2 scoops of vanilla ice crea, strawberry and marshmellow toppings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__-RFnmGLJMQ/RjBDSuuQNpI/AAAAAAAAABA/10yWM8R8jc8/s1600-h/24+April+07-+Earl+Swensen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057616370595804818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__-RFnmGLJMQ/RjBDSuuQNpI/AAAAAAAAABA/10yWM8R8jc8/s320/24+April+07-+Earl+Swensen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didnt enjoy it as much as i thought i would. cos its too much butter. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyhow, i really had a good outing. Doing it again soon. Be waiting for 15th. thank you chicks for making my day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I could not think of anything else to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shall update again when i update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Take Care people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Everywhere I Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Katherine Mcphee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-2732879844479837233?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/2732879844479837233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/2732879844479837233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-plenty-to-share.html' title='There&apos;s Plenty to Share.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-RFnmGLJMQ/RjA6K-uQNoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4HZ8vz-jHSs/s72-c/DSC00239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-8654305235281943350</id><published>2007-04-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:08:43.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strike Me Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;many many days have passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the dreams keep coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think its already time to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time for you to strike me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for me to strike you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strike me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strike my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strike my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strike all the memories about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-8654305235281943350?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/8654305235281943350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/8654305235281943350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/strike-3.html' title='Strike 3'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-7903700276904102426</id><published>2007-04-12T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:08:31.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demi Waktu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BY: Ungu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aku yang tak pernah bisa lupakan dirinya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yang kini hadir diantara kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;namun ku juga takkan bisa menepis bayangmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yang slama ini temani hidupku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maafkan aku menduakan cintamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;berat rasa hatiku tinggalkan dirinya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dan demi waktu yang bergulir disampingmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maafkanlah diriku sepenuh hatimu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;seandainya bila kubisa memilih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kalau saja waktu itu ku tak jumpa dirinya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mungkin semua takkan seperti ini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dirimu dan dirinya kini ada dihatiku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;membawa aku dalam kehancuran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-7903700276904102426?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/7903700276904102426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/7903700276904102426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/demi-waktu.html' title='Demi Waktu'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-2002050538542747702</id><published>2007-04-12T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:03:10.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days</title><content type='html'>its been three days since that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is really gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but either way i choose, will make me a selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening To: Demi Waktu&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Ungu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-2002050538542747702?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/2002050538542747702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/2002050538542747702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-days.html' title='3 days'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-3563477877873527684</id><published>2007-04-10T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:25:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Today's Horoscope:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Leo (Jul 23 - Aug 22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If the status of a relationship isn't very clear, you should try opening your eyes a bit wider. If you're not seeing things the way they really are, it could be because you're afraid that the picture isn't as rosy as you want it to be. But you're dealing with your own happiness and future -- and knowing the truth is better than living in blissful ignorance. Seeing things as they really are doesn't always require courage -- sometimes it requires only a bit of self-respect. Besides, things are not as bad as you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes, i became so blind i didnt even see the obvious thing infront of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my mind will be playing all the beautiful scences of a fantasy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wake me up spmebody, please wake me up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i need to open up my eyes wider, and listen to this heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-3563477877873527684?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/3563477877873527684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/3563477877873527684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-start.html' title='New Start'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-595198538430967514</id><published>2007-04-07T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:46:33.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;One day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i will Fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Far away and never look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-595198538430967514?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/595198538430967514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/595198538430967514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-day.html' title='One day..'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-7786686507350818217</id><published>2007-04-03T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:15:05.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;By: Matchbox 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;All day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Staring at the ceiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Making friends with shadows on my wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;All night Hearing voices telling me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That I should get some sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Because tomorrow might be good for something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm feeling like I'm headed for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I don't know why I'm not crazy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A different side of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know, right now you don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And how I used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Talking to myself in public &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dodging glances on the train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know I know they've all been talking 'bout me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I can hear them whisper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And it makes me think there must be something wrong With me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Out of all the hours thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I've lost my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know, right now you can't tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A different side of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know right now you don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And how I used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I been talking in my sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pretty soon they'll come to get me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yeah, they're taking me away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know, right now you can't tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A different side of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know, right now you don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And how I used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hey, how I used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;How I used to be, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well I'm just a little unwell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;How I used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;How I used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-7786686507350818217?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/7786686507350818217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/7786686507350818217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-2921776849429443604</id><published>2007-04-03T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:54:27.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can listen and speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she will be the bestest friend i could ever have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can listen and speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she will definately listen to all my stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can listen and speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she will tell me fairytales to make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can listen and speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she will bring me to a world far from reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can listen and speak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if she can listen and speak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-2921776849429443604?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/2921776849429443604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/2921776849429443604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/elle.html' title='Elle'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-4038027362206716625</id><published>2007-04-01T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:20:42.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;by: P Diddy ft Keyshia Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last night,I couldn't even get an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tried to call,But my pride wouldn't let me dial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm sitting here,With this blank expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the way I feel,I wanna curl up like a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you can hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you can feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God please make me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish I wasn't the way I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I told you once, I told you twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can see it in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm all cried out,With nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're everything I wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could only see,Your heart belongs to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you so much, I'm yearning for your touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come and set me free,Forever yours I'll be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby won't you come and take this pain awayyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And you need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is so plain to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I will never let you go and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will always love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you could only see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your heart belongs to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you so much, I'm yearning for your touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come and set me free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forever yours I'll be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Baby won't you come and take this pain awayyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tell me the words to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To make you come back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And work me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And if it matters I'll rather stay home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With you I'm never alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't want to wait till you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me be, just don't leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm so alone I'm soooo lonelyyyyy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Why don't you pick the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And dial up my number,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And call me a baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm waiting on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Why don't you pick the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And dial up my number,J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ust call me a baby,I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;'m waiting on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-4038027362206716625?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/4038027362206716625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/4038027362206716625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-8739205541130175957</id><published>2007-03-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:09:26.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking</title><content type='html'>Leo ( July 23 - Aug 22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful not to fly off the handle or say something you will regret. Your emotions will be close to surface, making you vulnerable and easy to read. Avoid anything that requires you to put your own money on the line"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit this. somehow i have to agree strongly with what the horoscope said for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keeping things to myself would be a good option."&lt;br /&gt;"The emotions taking control."&lt;br /&gt;"Did'nt spend much today.- ZERO."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-8739205541130175957?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/8739205541130175957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/8739205541130175957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/03/breaking.html' title='Breaking'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-4168415795346444621</id><published>2007-03-26T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:31:42.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIKE 2</title><content type='html'>2 DAYS AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER saw HE again that night.&lt;br /&gt;another dream.&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE gave HER a pretty shirt.&lt;br /&gt;HER smiled.&lt;br /&gt;HE smiled.&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY walked away.&lt;br /&gt;separately.&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-4168415795346444621?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/4168415795346444621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/4168415795346444621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/03/strike-2.html' title='STRIKE 2'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-4824705881509400832</id><published>2007-03-26T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:26:36.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIKE 1</title><content type='html'>THE DREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER was there.&lt;br /&gt;HE was there.&lt;br /&gt;SHE was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that hug HER get from HE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be the last, in the dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-4824705881509400832?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/4824705881509400832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/4824705881509400832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/03/strike-1.html' title='STRIKE 1'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-1763412252187179211</id><published>2007-03-25T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T03:00:24.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The updates for the pass 23 days will be left blank as it is prior to the overwhelming laziness of the fingers. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Kenangan Terindah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Samson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-1763412252187179211?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/1763412252187179211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/1763412252187179211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-moment.html' title='That Moment'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-8103585901323655268</id><published>2007-03-01T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:14:02.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;its been awhile again since i last updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i made no apologises this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;been occupied with never ending projects. and now, with the upcoming wedding reception for my brother this weekend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fall sick suddenly last night. became a 1 minute merlion. *ugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so, what passed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the 14th annual inter-ite cross country held at Turf City on 28th of Feb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ran for the sake of not wanting to be screamed at by an Ahlian Lecturer. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;..it was pouring continuously..until everything ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;..ran just to get it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Result: 8th for individual, 2nd for team - A Division&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;two papers down. two more left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;18 failures for EVM paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Top score: 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Coaching Paper was earlier today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIT-TER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;missing this week's game against UWC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;all the best girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;see you people on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;School friends, see you around when i see you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;till the next time i update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: That's My Goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Shanye Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-8103585901323655268?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/8103585901323655268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/8103585901323655268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/03/mixture.html' title='mixture'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-762355850956954372</id><published>2007-02-23T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:29:59.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>been waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;waiting for your plane to touch down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-762355850956954372?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/762355850956954372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/762355850956954372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/02/been-waiting.html' title='been waiting'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-7810028319911165042</id><published>2007-02-19T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T08:31:45.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is 20th of Feb 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had work yeserday at Bugis. worked for only 7 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;working again tomorrow at 1pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, Happy Lunar New Year to all Chinese friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The weather's back to wet. and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i cant believe i still have to do projects. my GOD. this is never gona end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yaya left for BAngkok on the 16th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;National Tournaments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wishing you luck always honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Play well.like you always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..and oh.. come home safely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;m.i.s.s.i.n.g.Y.O.U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ok. good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Come Down To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Saving Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-7810028319911165042?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/7810028319911165042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/7810028319911165042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/02/missing-angel.html' title='Missing an Angel'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-6023190237874342303</id><published>2007-02-15T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:09:43.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Walk Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By: This Day &amp; Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;finding myself in a place i've never been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;where i don't know myself or anyone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can dream about the past or i can just let it go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i lost track of time five days ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what is it about you that makes me want to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is it all the love or isit just the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;don't leave me now we've come to far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; just to set our eyes on a new star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; i'll ride on clouds til you come down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just promise me you'll always leave the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the drivers seat is my self-esteem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;where i know that the heart should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm cleaning off these shelves to show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how i've changed and if all goes well tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we'll call for rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; i'm moving pass the past at the slowest of speeds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hoping that our loves exceeds our insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;finding myself finding myself finding myself finding myself finding myself find yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm running in circles it's you i'm thinking of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if you don't want to talk then this isn't love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a new destination i'll say my goodbyes with my back turned to you at least i know we tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[chorus x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-6023190237874342303?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/6023190237874342303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/6023190237874342303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-walk-home.html' title='Long Walk Home'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-424684993899235952</id><published>2007-02-15T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:53:49.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;on this lonely day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i sit alone and think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;what was the bad memories i had in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and all the good ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sister in-law's dad just passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2 weeks before my brother and sister in-law's wedding reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and soon after that, its going to be my late grandmother's one year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V-Day was not really celebrated. hang out with my girls at Jalan Besar Stadium to watch Yaya play friendly against Temasek Jc's boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;so Here is what i got for V-day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031691265773722162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__-RFnmGLJMQ/RdQojBPg2jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VxuJ7obNtv8/s320/P2150001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROYCE' Chocolates from dearest darling:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031692524199139906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__-RFnmGLJMQ/RdQpsRPg2kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U1YNoRECGos/s320/P2150002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a PLAYMOBIL carrier from my baby:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nazimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thank you so much for the gifts. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Gifts and Curses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-424684993899235952?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/424684993899235952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/424684993899235952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/02/memories.html' title='memories.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__-RFnmGLJMQ/RdQojBPg2jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VxuJ7obNtv8/s72-c/P2150001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-8032858771885464917</id><published>2007-02-11T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:17:40.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me live my way of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me go wherever i want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;say all you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i cant stop you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do what you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i cant stop you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me go my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me take the route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me climb the mountains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me swim the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you cant decide for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no matter what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you cant stop me from anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cos im living my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-8032858771885464917?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/8032858771885464917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/8032858771885464917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-me.html' title='Let me:'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-1276173537278239682</id><published>2007-02-09T23:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:06:25.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinch me hard'/><title type='text'>DONT MATTER</title><content type='html'>BY: Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it don't matter no Cause I got you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it don't matter no Cause I got you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it don't matter no Cause I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody thought we'd last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel I'm hopin' and prayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things between us gon' get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Men steady comin' after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Women steady comin' after me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seem like everybody wanna go for self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And don't wanna respect boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tellin' you all those lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to get on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I must admit there was a couple secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I held inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But just know that I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To always apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'ma have you first always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To keep you satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it don't matter no Cause I got you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it don't matter no Cause I got you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it don't matter no Cause I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got every right to wanna leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got every right to wanna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got every right to hit the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And never talk to me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't even have to call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even check for me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because the way I been actin' lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Has been off the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Especially towards youPuttin' girls before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And they watchin' everything I been doin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most of it just ain't true(Ain't true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And they won't show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How much of a queen you are to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And why I love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOCCER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1st game against U-17 was a draw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today, 10 Feb 07:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;playing against Jolilads Arsenal @ 7pm, Clementi Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th July 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby Edy Norman's 1st Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;May he grow up to be a pleasant and respectful son, grandson and nephew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love him lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*he had learnt to walk. -smiles-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-1276173537278239682?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/1276173537278239682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/1276173537278239682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-matter.html' title='DONT MATTER'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-117056573340087408</id><published>2007-02-03T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:08:53.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there were..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) BIRTHDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy 25th Birthrday to Abang Bobby (23rd Jan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy 24th Birthday to Kak Mariah (26th Jan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) CAMPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19th-20th Jan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sports Camp for Events Managment final project.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Venue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Duration:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2 days, 1 night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Personal Comment(s):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A great experience though there were hiccups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy memories with all the girlfriends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd-3rd Feb:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Outdoor Adventure camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Venue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pulau Ubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Duration:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2 days, 1 night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Personal Comment(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Likes the 10 km (which i think its more than that) walk from school to Changi Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;likes the food (though instant) ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Night Topo was OK only. dont really like it la.. (scared) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) RELIEFS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Projects finally over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Please, Please, Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-117056573340087408?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/117056573340087408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/117056573340087408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-were.html' title='there were..'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116979414038773825</id><published>2007-01-25T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:49:00.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence is easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she sat on the chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;staring at the screen infront of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she read every words stated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she felt the pinch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she wished she read see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she wished she never seen it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she hates the feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she wished she could tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she wished she is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she wished she could run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but she wished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after all, she knows that sometimes, somethings are better left unsaid eventhough the truth is, she is hurting inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116979414038773825?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116979414038773825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116979414038773825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/01/silence-is-easy.html' title='silence is easy'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116896447595559822</id><published>2007-01-16T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:21:16.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY: 09.01.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CCA open House at the Multi-Purpose Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not really a good respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY: 10.01.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There was only one class on Wednesdays. so, i think this date, i stayed back in school and did a project? (err.. not sure) heh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THURSDAY: 11.01.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;where did i went to eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;did i stayed back in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i cant remember.. woops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FRIDAY: 12.01.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It rained so heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;brought my soccer gears for 1st training, but unfortunately we didnt get to train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so, went dinner somewhere around Hougang with "the Sisters"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SATURDAY: 13.01.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woke up early (not so la actually..hehe) to meet eunice at woodlands interchange. headed to Checkpoint's Seng Siong to get the ingredients for Zee's Birthday Cookie. Yaya joined after that and then Mas and then Hazi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We returned to my place to bake the cookies. it was our Virgin Try okay. Good Effort was put in..ALTHOUGH, we realized that we used more than 500 grams of Butter!!! *oh0oh* :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but it still taste good anyway. heh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yup. and they stayed over at my place and decided that we bake a new piece for the Birthday Cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THE NEXT DAY, SUNDAY: 14.01.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eunice and i went to Seng Siong again to get the ingredients. but this time, we decided to buy instant ones instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we tried out. and YES-AH!!!!!!! *Phewit!!!* marvelous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;though instant, it is still a very good effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MONDAY: 15.01.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Class started at 9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ends around 4pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;First Training with Paya Lebar Punggol Fc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY: 16.01.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2nd training with Paya Lebar Punggol Fc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gd nite people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116896447595559822?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116896447595559822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116896447595559822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-week_16.html' title='Last Week'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116826296860894444</id><published>2007-01-08T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T05:29:28.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;once again, HApPY SChooL Reopen friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a fresh start of the new semester. the final 2 months in ITE College East, Simei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nothing much change for the time table. just that our Coaching Lecturer, Mr Trevor Lim is not taking us this time. Replaced by Mr Alan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the January Intake came in today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;flooded the cafes and the blocks just like we did when we first came into the campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;some familiar faces spotted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;still down with flu. heavy downpour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CCA open house tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well, im just so glad to see my friends again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay. till tmr if i update, good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Listening To: Come What May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Artist: Nicole Kidman &amp;amp; Ewan McGreGor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116826296860894444?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116826296860894444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116826296860894444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116817466157763771</id><published>2007-01-07T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T04:57:41.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Footie to Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6th Jan '07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the initial plan was to kick ball at the nearby street soccer court in the afternoon with friends like Zee, Mas, Eunice, Yaya and some others from their club, Paya Lebar Punggol FC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Eventually, we end up kicking the ball at Bradell Westlake Field, playing 11 a-side friendly for a new female football club: Jollilads Arsenal against Bishan Arsenal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;First time since the Holiday started, i got my ass running. fitness really pulled me down. went out about 15 minutes before half-time, and played a full 45 minutes on the 2nd half as there were not enough subs. i swear i actually wanted to sit right there and just ball-watching. my God. the heat. the field. i really feel like giving up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(which i already did actually).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had early dinner at Fork and Spoon, Toa Payoh after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;got home and had my "ok" long warm shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the head spins like hell after that. it must have been from the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dehydration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;cried myself to sleep as the pain was unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well, overall, i really think that it was a great experience playing with experience palyers like my friends from the club and not forgetting to mention CiK Is and Mak Merah.thank you all for giving me the opportunity to play with you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th Jan '07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Woke up at around 9am today. goto ready to head to the Escape Theme Park as planned. as predicted, all were late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(oh well, i just have to see who's coming.. hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and so we got our butts at the place at 1 plus. and there was Shah the Joker &amp; Natasha, Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Azhar, Dennis ans Naz &amp; Nana. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;to be honest, i was really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(and i meant REALLY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; scared to take the rides. then, after the 1st ride, i realised that im not scared at all. to overcome the fear, what i did was: Scream as loud as i can + laugh. seriously. it helps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALOT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and i dont have to close my eyes after that. wohooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;took the "water-slope-ride" and got myself all drench!!! my God!! it was Cool!! all the rides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;maybe someday, i will hit this place again. with more of US this time. haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;from headache to block nose and then now down with flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to those who were there today, thanks alot for the time. i had a good time and i really had fun today. thank you so much. to sop, my sreams are yours too aite. ;) take care girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and so we all know that school starts again tommorow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uu-weee OR *sigh* ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we shall see tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAppy School Re-open people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Matchbook Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116817466157763771?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116817466157763771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116817466157763771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-footie-to-escape.html' title='From Footie to Escape'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116801173103734889</id><published>2007-01-05T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:42:11.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i go AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The weekend is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;two more days before school starts again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the Holidays have been a boring one since the FIBA ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but it wasnt as bad la when i looked back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this last week of the Holidays, what i actually did was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30.12.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did the opening for work at Bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went Dinner at Swensen's with Yaya and Zee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Catch Night At The Museum with Yaya after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dinner and movies : Yaya's treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hangout at Civic's Mac with Yaya till around 11.30pm while waiting for the rest of the family to get home from Fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31.12.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hari Raya AidilAdha and New Years Eve and also Cousin's Fuad birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stayed at home till early evening before the family and i headed to Aunt's place at Boon Lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;01.01.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the initial plan was to join kak maria and 2 of her darlings to MOS. but i backed out last minute when we failed to get a room at a budget hotel. how cool is that? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the finally made a choice to hit Kak Nat's place at JB after MOS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for me, i hang out with Yaya and the other sisters at Mas's place in Sengkang. yup. a night of freedom. for my sister. for me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;02.01.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i cant remember what i did today. *haah* sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;03.01.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Diana came over in the early evening. went out with her after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dropped by baby Shima's work in town and hang out together during her break time. wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thats when i realised how much i've missed them. planned to head to the movies sometime nextweek. with darling Hazwani too. i cant wait. another Girls Day Out after 2 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;you read the 04.01.2007 entry down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sorry ladies. i just hafta do this. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*yes SHASHA. i know its 2007 already. i will TRY ok. no more long entries* haha* keep nagging at me. i will still love you. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ok. enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: In Your World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116801173103734889?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116801173103734889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116801173103734889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-i-go-again.html' title='here i go AGAIN'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116797796690617232</id><published>2007-01-04T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:19:26.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hitting the Theme Park this Weekend with some Friends. and hopefully, it will be tis weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;uh-huh. cant imagine me riding in those big and scary play machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i' m a SCARDY-CAT. but im doing it somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;weee!!! we gona rock that place with my screams!!!! rite Sop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;less than 5 days to school reopen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i want some more off days!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;you know hows it gonna be when school starts again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;trainings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;aw. what else is new??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*Fuh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;taking it easy, im gona make through this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;im out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: I'm Never Gonna Dance Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: George Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116797796690617232?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116797796690617232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116797796690617232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/01/coming-up.html' title='Coming Up'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116772445015755434</id><published>2007-01-01T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:54:10.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12 months has gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;another 12 months had just began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all the bad memories was left behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the sweet, cute and beautiful ones remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this is a new year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this is a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it is time to look ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;be what i want to be, do what i want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want to be happier than last year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cry less,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hurt less, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(both for myself and others)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;play more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;control my laughing syndrome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grow long hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gain weight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;be fairer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(though its impossible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;take bike licence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(still convincing mama),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;graduate with good grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..and so we are..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: All Good things Come To An End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116772445015755434?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116772445015755434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116772445015755434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-we-are.html' title='Here we are..'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116732150364729181</id><published>2006-12-28T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T07:58:23.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats COOKING today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prepared &amp; Presented by Abang Edy, Reported by Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whats needed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. oil&lt;br /&gt;2. mince meat (spiced): own ingredient&lt;br /&gt;3. france loaf&lt;br /&gt;4. egss&lt;br /&gt;5. onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5180/2510/1600/20088/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5180/2510/1600/235548/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5180/2510/320/60866/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;taaa-daaaaaa!!! here's what we had for Dinner. no rice. no gravy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos the Queen of the house is not well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;try it. its easy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;happy doing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116732150364729181?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116732150364729181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116732150364729181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-cooking-today.html' title='whats COOKING today:'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116729439355296610</id><published>2006-12-28T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:26:33.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Showdown: 2nd FIBA ASIA YOUNG WOMEN CHAMPIONSHIP 2006 (20th-27th December)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally, i GOT TO upload the photo with #11. *Grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;last nite was the final showdown for the basketballers from Korea and Chinese Taipei (for 3rd placing) and Japan and China for Champion and 1st runner up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hard luck, both teams that we supported, Korea and Japan lost by 2 points to their opponent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;they played well. very well. congratulations to all teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;last night, i gave away something precious to me. well, i just thought that it will be something memorable for her when she goes back to her home town. at least, something. not to remind her of me..(DUH..she dont even know me..)..but to remind her of our college. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wow. it was really a great pleasure to be able to meet this young players play. i very much wanted to talk to some of them, but i was too shy. just afraid that they wont talk to me back *kwang3*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;more pics to be uploaded. stay tune. cos im still waiting from Dei and Nazimah to send mr the photos. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;aite, till the next post. Daaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nana, Sangkhum#15,Khalan#14,Nisaimun#10, nazimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5180/2510/1600/615399/Weee!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5180/2510/320/684970/Weee%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nana, Janthabut P. #11, nazimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5180/2510/320/341642/Nana%2CJanthabut%2CMama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116729439355296610?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116729439355296610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116729439355296610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/12/final-showdown-2nd-fiba-asia-young.html' title='Final Showdown: 2nd FIBA ASIA YOUNG WOMEN CHAMPIONSHIP 2006 (20th-27th December)'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116697950781424768</id><published>2006-12-24T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T08:58:27.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you could see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she waited for this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not sure if something will happen, but she never stop hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she was extremely happy to get his text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she cant stop smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the next day she got her things ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;those small things that was supposed to be his long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"today's the day i will give them all to him". she thought to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;with a nervous heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;like a first time meeting someone you never seen before, she went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;with happy thoughts she had in mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all the smiles and laughter she sees in her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she smiled to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;there he was walking towards her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she knows that default look was obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she managed a "hi" and a smile and looked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she looked at him as he walk to the elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she waited for him again to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he came back and they are on their way for their plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she feels like theres so  much to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but she realised, there was nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for him to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she didnt hear him much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - --  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  -- - -  - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they sat there eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a  silent dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she tried a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he managed a (small) smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they made their way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he said somethings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it breaks her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she's not sure if he knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she hides the look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she holds back the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she took a deep breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and she faked smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- - - - - - - -  -- - - -  - - - - - - - -  - - -  - -- - - - -  -- - - - - -  - - - - - - - -- - - - - --  - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he sees her home to the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he dropped by for awhile after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -   --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;..thats her mute day out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116697950781424768?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116697950781424768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116697950781424768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-you-could-see.html' title='if you could see.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116680569725229843</id><published>2006-12-22T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:41:37.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look outside.look inside. do you see me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5180/2510/1600/953198/Kim%20n%20linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5180/2510/320/831450/Kim%20n%20linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;maintaining at weekly update, i know im 2 days late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;though the break is ongoing, work ccupied my weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;get myself involved for the Asian Young Women U-20 Baketball Tournament held in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;helping out on the first two and last two days of the tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and yes, im supporting team Thailand, though they lost 3 games already, including today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and so, Linda support team Korea(No 5, KIM). Nana Pendek, team Japan (No 9, Nagakawa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and miss SIBOK Naimah, team Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and nazimah and myself support N0 11, Janthabut P. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and, we took pictures together. and we are excited about it. and we know more pictures to be taken..and i cant stop talikng about it. *kwang3*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the weekend is here once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;working on saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;took off on sunday and waiting for something to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ouh. chirstmas this monday everybody!!! weeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wrote a wish list on a piece of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i slipped it under my pillow so that you can read it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want a Machine that can heal the feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i can give it to a friend, to help her feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want a candy playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i can play happily with all my love ones, and eat the candy everytime we gets hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want a Love remote control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so that i can change the mood fo an angry, frustrated and hopeless people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want a bag of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for those who feels that they have lost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want a "back to 24.12.2004" time machine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gdnite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116680569725229843?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116680569725229843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116680569725229843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/12/look-outsidelook-inside-do-you-see-me.html' title='look outside.look inside. do you see me?'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116601740870361470</id><published>2006-12-13T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T05:43:29.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worlds apart?</title><content type='html'>its funny how we get to choose the kind of friends we want,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, still get what we dont want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny that we want so many things to happen,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, it didnt turned out as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny that you can fall in love with someone,&lt;br /&gt;only to find out that its only a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny to want things that we cant get,&lt;br /&gt;but still put so much hope on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny to be loving u,&lt;br /&gt;from a distance,&lt;br /&gt;from a collapsed side of our WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny to be missing you,&lt;br /&gt;and not to let you know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..its funny..&lt;br /&gt;.sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116601740870361470?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116601740870361470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116601740870361470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/12/worlds-apart.html' title='worlds apart?'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116559048931031689</id><published>2006-12-08T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T07:08:09.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saye.awak.kite. salah siape?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All or Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;know when he's been on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That distant look is in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I thought with time you'd realize it's over, over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's not the way I choose to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And something somewhere's gotta give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A share in this relationship gets older, older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You know I'd fight for you but how could I fight someone who isn't even there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've had the rest of you now I want the best of you I don't care if that's not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cuz I want it all Or nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it all Or are we just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is this how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With a simple telephone call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There are time it seems to meI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'m sharing you with memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I feel it in my heart but I don't show it, show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then there's times you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As thought I'm all that you could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Those times I don't believe it's right I know it, know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't make me promises baby you never did know how to keep them well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I had the rest of you now I want the best of you it's time to show and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cuz I want it all Or nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it allOr are we just friendsIs this how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With a simple telephone call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cuz you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Could lose it all if you've got no more room Nowhere inside for me in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cuz I want it all Or Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's nowhere left to fallIt's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it al lOr Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it allOr are we just friendsIs this how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With a simple telephone call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~O-Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;an old time favourite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: You Make Me Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116559048931031689?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116559048931031689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116559048931031689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/12/sayeawakkite-salah-siape.html' title='saye.awak.kite. salah siape?'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116550198128686618</id><published>2006-12-07T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T06:33:01.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daZE</title><content type='html'>SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im BLANK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116550198128686618?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116550198128686618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116550198128686618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/12/daze.html' title='daZE'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116523386641760679</id><published>2006-12-04T03:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:04:26.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la lei la lei ;)</title><content type='html'>its Monday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Principle of Marketing CA in school just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home straight after test. catch 168 from Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is giving alot of problem recently. it went to the extreme, that all my files, pictures and songs are GONE. *chiken nugget!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. whats new about computer virus.. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POL-ITE games is FINALLY over man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been there, done it! *wohoo!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more touch games for me until next year, the upcoming Summer Touch League in February 2007. *GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, not forgetting to mention that, the younger players of ITE Touch Team will be playing in the World Of School Touch from 8-10 Dec 2006. ALL THE BEST LADIES. will be there to support. (oh well, im over aged for the competition you see.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama's Birthday on 2nd Dec made her 44 this year. had a little gathering with the aunty's family (not all present though). mama cooked a few special dishes. 10 pieces of stingrays, tom yam soup, and beef curry to go along with the &lt;em&gt;roti kirai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms bonch was very greatful to be served alot of good food. she wants more of it, but... (i leave it to your imagination..to whoever knew who ms Bonch is.. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. later in the evening after aunty and her troops went home, we went to Causeway point to see some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*argh! i feel so guilty.. having played so hard in all the touch games....!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to KFC for supper. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah.. this is what you get if i didnt update on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok2 rugby girls.. i know you all laughing already.. waiting to shoot me with this entry. dont complain k. oh.. anyway FIRAH.. thats for tagging eh.. haha!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening To: I'mma Shine (OST Step Up)&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Youngbloodz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116523386641760679?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116523386641760679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116523386641760679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-lei-la-lei_04.html' title='la lei la lei ;)'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116472909060210302</id><published>2006-11-28T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:51:30.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la la..</title><content type='html'>Oasis Touch got me burned agian. BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;got to the semi's and lost it to UWC 7-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previous three games for POL-ITE touch was.. disasterous??.. (erm, i dnt know..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, school was alrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects was cleared last week. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;presentation for one of it was earlier today. did pretty well. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more games to go. i cant wait. *argh!! help!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i found a book i bought from popular on 25Mar04, title: "Being a Happy Teenager"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh. i didnt know i need that kind of book 2 years ago.. ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;think it helped alot though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. im so tired already. gd nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oi budak2 rugby.. dnt complaint too much la... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116472909060210302?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116472909060210302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116472909060210302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-la-la-la.html' title='la la la la..'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116374864213577825</id><published>2006-11-16T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:30:42.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musical of : "Joseph &amp; The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Musical%20Tix-%20friday,%2017%20Nov%20"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Musical%20Tix-%20friday%2C%2017%20Nov%20%2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Joseph &amp; The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat", Friday, 17 Nov '06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Musical%20Tix-%20thursday,16%20Nov"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Musical%20Tix-%20thursday%2C16%20Nov%20%2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; "Joseph &amp; The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat", Thursday, 16 Nov '06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was my very first time catching a Stage Musical Performance last night. performed by the CeMTA pupils, i gota rate the show, 3 out of 5 popcorns. the show was good. what i really like about the show is, the musics and vocals of the singer. sweet and smooth. catched it with Yaya, Asliza &amp;amp; Shikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;catching it again later tonight with Diana and Emo.(got an extra tix for her. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. here comes the weekend once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week was spend in school like normal. skipping the 1st Outdoor class on Wednesday mornings and coming half an hour late for Sports &amp;amp; Wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's Touch Training session was fun. though didnt train, i felt the excitement. of being punished together, screamed at, laughed at. tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events Management and Outdoor Projects due this coming Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*composing myself now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The make up climbing course will be held tomorrow m0rning, 9 am to 1 pm. hope it wont rain again. just want to get over it and get back my Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. happy weekend people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening To: I Can't Make Me&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Butterfly Boucher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116374864213577825?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116374864213577825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116374864213577825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/11/musical-of-joseph-amazing-technicolor.html' title='The Musical of : &quot;Joseph &amp; The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat&quot;'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116342924660386660</id><published>2006-11-13T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:47:27.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you said it once before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you love me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i believed its true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i trusted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we went on as friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;promises we made never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.you stand by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.did i stand by you?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the past, i let it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and did the things i always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.i saw the light in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.but now, That light, i could'nt see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it starts to fade again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.why does this have to happen, dear friend?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i got lost again in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i screamed to myself : "what the F**k!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.i dont blame you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.believe me, its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe im in the wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without realizing it, it had been going on for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.i'm sorry, i kept hurting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;siti nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116342924660386660?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116342924660386660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116342924660386660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/11/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116229775619614706</id><published>2006-10-31T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T04:29:16.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLLER COSTER RIDE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;oi oi oi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hello everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the weekend was spend visiting relatives i have never seen in my entire 20 years. yup.. so u can say that i have a vey very BIG family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;got to the houses vis a "roller-coster" van drove by Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ATTENTION: People with Heart Attack are advice to take public transport for longer life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a "tummy-torture" session as many many different food went in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Back to school on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;had Football training after 3pm class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;calf muscle pulled- very tense, as told by the captain, Suria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Touch training was cancelled today as Coach Anne had something to attend to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;another football training tomorrow afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*sha sha. dont blame me for the delay this time k. i cant get acess to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogspot.com"&gt;www.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;vewy difficult..keeps hanging.. ha ha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yes oh yes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we dance at coaching class today. very fun. im loving it... more fun coming our way!!! weeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;okay, till the next next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;huhu.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Lonely September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116229775619614706?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Aidilfitri to all my beloved Muslim friends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;today is the second day of Syawal. yup.. &lt;okay&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hari Raya Eve, went geylang with the family and relatives. got home at close to 4 am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;had a good bath and then took my half pretty sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hari Raya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;like all the past years and the traditional way, siblings and i seek forgiveness from our parents. i call it "crying session". hmm, being the youngest in the family, i have to apologise to all of them. i want to say "i hate it", but i cant. cos i feel that this is the only time, it made me say sorry directly to them. i never find it easy to apologise. dont mention about ego. its just that i think, saying "sorry" is one of the hardest thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;headed to Grandmother's (nenek Tampines) at around 12.30 pm. and then back home as our relatives came over. and then the visiting time started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;from Bukit BAtok to Bukit Batok. then to Bukit Batok and Bukit Batok again. yea.. all the Bukit Batok area..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;by the time we were at the last house, i think i feel that i can sleep anytime, anywhere, due to EATING TOO MUCH! &lt;imagine,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;same things done everytime i got home. washed up. sleep. and yes... i had my beauty sleep last night that i thought class starts at 12, when it actually starts at 9. &lt;doink!&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;uh-huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;went back to school for the last class and had Football practice 1.5 hrs after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;went back home with a swollen arm, due to a knee-bang from i-dont-know-who. scored the first 2 goals at 1st half as a striker. let in a goal from SHASHA &lt;yakdush!!&gt;.. ha ha.. fun session today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a long one here again and again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;ok..&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;daaa!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Welcome To the Balck Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116178824022711129?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116178824022711129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116178824022711129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/10/weee.html' title='weee!!'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116124224400983252</id><published>2006-10-18T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:17:24.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tale of many-many story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;good afternoon people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;am in school's MLC killing time before going for Football Meeting at 4 pm and Touch training at 4.45pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;start of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;woke up at 7pm, get ready for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;left home at 8.05am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;got the damn bloody irritating bus 900 at 8.35am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;board 168 at 8.50am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;reached Tampines at 9.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;got text message from  fee: "Na, confirm no class eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;called  almost everyone im close to for confirmation ~ no one picked up (SW lesson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;reached the school bus stop when momo called to confirm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;walked to the stadium to meet the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;went to cafe 2 for project discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;watched Scary Movie 2 on momo's lap top after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;blogging now with Dennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Summary for the " start of the day" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;there is no class at all today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pull my own hair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;other stories include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Harbour Front-Chinatown" by Siti Asliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Members" by Nur Ashikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Woi! its 5 dollars ok?!" by Sophia Jasni-Ismail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"kick-a-poo" by Nor Adlina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all stories are not related to anyone else except the author itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;copy right reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh anyway, went to Geylang with the authors above last night. had a good time. thank you for your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;siti Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116124224400983252?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116124224400983252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116124224400983252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/10/tale-of-many-many-story.html' title='a tale of many-many story'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116109776319714384</id><published>2006-10-17T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:09:23.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the nerdy me apologise for the 6 days of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a hell of a week last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;very packed with work and trainings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;back to school on 16 oct '06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;modules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Events Management&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Marketing&lt;br /&gt;Elective- coachimg&lt;br /&gt;Elective- Outdoor Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects showering the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize giving ceremony for the NTL super fun.&lt;br /&gt;im late to let you all know this.&lt;br /&gt;read Fefe's blog k. it really helps you. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gd nite already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening To: -&lt;br /&gt;Artist: - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116109776319714384?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116109776319714384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116109776319714384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-nerd.html' title='She Nerd'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116063359273903643</id><published>2006-10-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:13:12.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;im currently addicted to two songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/matchbook%20romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/matchbook%20romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Matchbook Romance, Promise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"........I feel like I lost everything when you're goneLeft remembering what it's like to have you here with meI thought you should know,You're not making this easy....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/cherish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/cherish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Cherish, Unappreciated"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;".......I'm feeling really unappreciated. You takin` my love for granted, babe. I don't know how much more, I can take from you. You don't do the things you use to do. You don't even say I love you too. And lately I've been feeling, Feeling unappreciated......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116063359273903643?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116063359273903643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116063359273903643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/10/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116050189320205953</id><published>2006-10-10T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:38:13.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these photos speaks for me.. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" 3 N visits Little India" 06/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;         "The Show is over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;      &lt;em&gt;"Nana &amp; Mama"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;        &lt;em&gt;"Nana &amp; Nunu"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     "&lt;em&gt;The bill @ our 2nd stop. same price, same date"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;      &lt;em&gt;   "This was what we ate for round 2! yummy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 &lt;em&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;        "I Smile for the food. not the camera!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    &lt;em&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  "Eh?.. before eating must do work out ar Nunu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;em&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1st stop: Tekka Hawker ~ "Man, 1 sop isi + indian rojak. Burp!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ladies Night @ Riverside Point, Indonesian Restaurant" 07/10/06&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/DSC05335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/DSC05335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                &lt;em&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; "some of the many many that came for the end of season NTL dinner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;proceed to Harry's after filling the empty spaces in the tummy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;had a great night out with the ladies. cool.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now Listening To: Wouldn't It Be Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Artist: Beach Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116050189320205953?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116050189320205953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116050189320205953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/10/these-photos-speaks-for-me-d.html' title='these photos speaks for me.. :D'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-116003051441918939</id><published>2006-10-04T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:41:54.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;last term's result came out yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;grade Bs for both Sports Administration and Industrial Attachment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GPA: 2.959.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and so, i went out early morning yesterday. Anuty Esah picked me up at my block to accompany Noor Adlina for her medical appointment. spend the whole day at the hospital, waiting for Noor Adlina to be call by the doctor. a very long wait, but its alright.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;reached home 20 minutes before break fast. prepared and clear the table..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i was really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and so, i would like to take this opportunity to apologise to those who called in last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh.. i fell asleep when they are talking.. oppss.. how embarassing can THAT be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;will be getting ready for training very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i really hope the ankle will be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh.. please be good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;0k, till the next time i bl0g again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;meantime, be g00d people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the silent treatment? i'm wondering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: The Way You Look At Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Christian Bautista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-116003051441918939?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116003051441918939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/116003051441918939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/10/blank.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115988847454901569</id><published>2006-10-03T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:14:34.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right here Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss Her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss lovette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115988847454901569?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115988847454901569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115988847454901569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-here-waiting.html' title='Right here Waiting'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115953638493679341</id><published>2006-09-29T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T06:26:24.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really feel shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to read the line ups for tomorrow's semi's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my name is not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;due to the injuries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the ankle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;both this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;dear right ankle and left ankle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;please dont disappoint me anymore. i need you to recover as fast as possible. please be good to me? please? i want to play the finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115953638493679341?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115953638493679341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115953638493679341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115937269981728692</id><published>2006-09-27T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:58:19.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heard..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a familiar voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;telling me that you are the one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so clear, but nobody's here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i search for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;from where it is coming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i turned and turned..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;everything is spinning now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i stopped as it gets louder in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i closed my eyes and listen hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;only to find that its the voice from within..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115937269981728692?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115937269981728692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115937269981728692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-heard.html' title='i heard..'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115937183152275135</id><published>2006-09-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:43:51.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talk to me about anything..and i shall listen..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yesterday's training was alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;0h well, i just found out today that my fast yesterday was not counted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*duck face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;overall, training was alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;today, met up with my girls to discuss about a next sem's module ~ Event Management project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sounds cool? we are hoping it is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*fake smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yup, got started at 3.00pm (estimated time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;went to the Bugis National Library.and there were nunu,momo and mama. breakfast with mama and momo behind Parco Bugis Junction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the 3 of us talked about our thoughts on some issues like, friendships &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(mostly),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the memories we had at the class chalet and politics &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(oh..did we?..).&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hmm, its really nice to be sitting at one table talking about anything. thanks ladies for making this happen. hope to be doing it again some other time. see you girls next week monday or friday. at the meantime, take great care. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: Thats what Friends are For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: Unknown (woops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115937183152275135?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115937183152275135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115937183152275135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/talk-to-me-about-anythingand-i-shall.html' title='talk to me about anything..and i shall listen..'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115919720906624890</id><published>2006-09-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T08:13:29.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for you, from me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This song is dedicated to my one and only boyfriend, Suhardi Sapiee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They say it takes time to get over serious relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I’ve been waiting patiently (patiently) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m still stuck on you (stuck on you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still picture your face smiling at me (smiling at me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ve made a big mistake (big mistake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now I’ve got to face (gotta face) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the consequences of my actions (my actions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But until your back here in my arms (back in my arms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry I’ll never have the satisfaction (satisfaction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you know (you know) that I’m sorry(i'm sorry) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is there anything that I can do? (i can do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To make it up to you (make it up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’d do anything baby (baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause I’m sorry,I never meant to make you cry (cry) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t want to say goodbye (goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m sorry (i'm sorry) I’m sorry that I lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every day that passes I’m missing you more and more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still remember the first time I set eyes on you (first time i set eyes on you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I knew this was heaven sent (heaven sent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that I was destined (destined) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be (to be) with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now I’ve messed it up (messed it up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I pray to god above (i pray to god above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that you will forgive me (that you will forgive me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm Just take me in your arms (in your arms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And hold me all night long (all night long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry And tell me you’ll never leave me...(you'll never leave me baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you know (you know) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that I’m sorry (sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I never meant to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is there anything that I can do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To make it up to you (to make it up to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I’d do anything baby (I'd do anything baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I’m sorry (sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I never meant to make you cry (make you cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t want to say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I’m sorry (sorry) I’m sorry that I lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (ooooooooooh ayyyyyyyeaaaayyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know everybody makes mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And everybody regrets sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let this ruin everything that we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t want you to forget how much I love you baby (i love you baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how much I miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You get me missing you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm You mean everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you know that I’m sorry (sorry)Sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I never meant to hurt youI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s there anything that I can do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To make it up to you (to make it up to you babe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’d do anything baby (anything baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I’m sorry (i'm sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; and I never meant to make you cry(make you cry baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t want to say goodbye I’m sorry (i'm sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m sorry that I lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~1st Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P.S: i miss you. i miss myself. i miss US. i.l.o.v.e.y.o.u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;siti nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115919720906624890?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115919720906624890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115919720906624890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-you-from-me.html' title='for you, from me..'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115911513324799296</id><published>2006-09-24T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T09:25:33.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you forgive me again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know what I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I didn't mean to hurt you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I heard the words come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt that I would die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It hurt so much to hurt you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're not shouting anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're silently broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd give anything now to kill those words for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause you were made for me Somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll make you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How happy you make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't live this life Without you by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need you to survive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So stay with me You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you forgive me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're my one true friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; And I never meant to hurt you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;last few days was messy for me. close friends images came running in my head. they linger infront of my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;diana. shima. J.kecik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but im really grateful that one after another, when they came to mind, i received their smses. except for kecik's. its been so long that i havent hear from her. dnt even talk about seeing her around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;maybe we missed each other. and we have that strong feeling. the bond. well, i dnt knw what people call it, but yea.. it seems like we are connected in some ways.. so, how cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"ku rasa bagai bara asmara mu telah terpadam. mungkin ini kerana salah ku sendiri. ku cuba memberitahumu aku rindu. namun hati terasa berat dan terasa malu. hakikatnya, malam semalam aku dapat memberitahu mu. tapi, balasan mu agak membuatku terasa kecil. tahu kah kau betapa payahnya untuk aku meluahkan isi hati? untuk memberi kau tahu betapa ku rindu dan maseh menyayangi? tahukah kau, bila ku senyap, tidak bererti aku tidak peduli? tidak bererti ku tidak mengingati? aku maseh aku yang dulu..aku tetap aku.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115911513324799296?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115911513324799296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115911513324799296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/forgive-me.html' title='forgive me'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115902721552231629</id><published>2006-09-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:00:15.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1286</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;touch rugby was alrite today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we won 11-1 against UWC. i scored 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sprained the ankle at estimated 4 minutes after kick-off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;went back in at sec0nd half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;mazli came to watch (oh well, he didnt see me tried. what a waste. haha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;mazli drop by to pass me my birthday present. ha ha.. thanks buddy. had dinner wuth him at Toa payoh's Fork &amp; Spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yeap. guess this is all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;be working tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and oh yes.. ahppy Fasting my love ones.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;till next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: 6,8,12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Bryan Mcknight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115902721552231629?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115902721552231629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115902721552231629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/1286.html' title='1286'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115893268921212766</id><published>2006-09-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T06:44:49.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"counting satrs"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey, I wanna crawl out of my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Apologize for all my sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All the things I should have said to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey, I can't make it go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Over and over in my brain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All the things I should have said to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Counting stars wishing I was okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Crashing down was my biggest mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I never ever ever meant to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I only did what I had to. Counting stars again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey, I'll take this day by day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Under the covers I'm okay I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Life's too short and I feel small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Counting stars again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Counting stars again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Counting stars again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Counting stars again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Counting stars again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115893268921212766?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115893268921212766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115893268921212766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/counting-satrs.html' title='&quot;counting satrs&quot;'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115891203054085534</id><published>2006-09-22T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T01:00:30.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled (III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chalet on mon-wed was alright. better than last year's. at least i know i had a memorable 3 days 2 nights with my girlfriends, playing chop-cili-chop, memory game and swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and yes, the water game that fee intriduced. it was my first time playing that. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;girlfriends, thank you for the memories. i really had great time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was back to work yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;went out with reena, fyda and of course, the birthday babe, Daeng Nur Amelia. she turns 23. the plan was to watch a film, but cancelled as we thought the movie are a waste of time. so we just hang 0ut at Clarke Quay, eating ice-cream before Syaima and Ash came by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fasting starts this Sunday. its so sad i could'nt welcome it. Happy Fasting Month dear ones. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh well. have yet to plan anything yet for the weeks to come. i'd probably just stay home and help with the house work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MAYBE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;guess this is all for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;keep on forgiving me for the late updates alright.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"i looked at our pictures. i wished that you will come visit me in my sleep. you didnt. everytime the phone rings, i wished it was you. but its seldom. i've realised it long ago.long before we made the decision. i really miss you. the same when we first fall in love. i know that you are the one.and you are still the one. theres alot more to learnt.about US. i miss you.everytime..incase you never know.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: What's Left of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Nick Lacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115891203054085534?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115891203054085534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115891203054085534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/untitled-iii.html' title='untitled (III)'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115794644944441837</id><published>2006-09-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:47:29.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telemoviekita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HARDI&amp;SITI NANA PRESENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;           telemoviekita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/telemoniekita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/telemoniekita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they saw each other at the age of eleven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only spoke a word or two at 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her friends were crazy over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they just couldnt stop talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some said he melted her everytime he passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some confessed and cried cos she likes him so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and those were her closest friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her bestfriends throughout 5 years in Secondary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for 4 years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she said nothing about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;although she knew she had something for him since they spoke the first word or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she was shy of that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she was scared she might hurt her bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they graduated from school in 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and she thought the feelings will fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she thought he was only a fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until that day..until that day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the fantasy became reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24.12.2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he confessed to her through text messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then being shy after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she was tongue tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she was excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she acted cool and acted blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*u cant possible say: "OH! I LIKE YOU TOO! WEE!" straight right?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and so that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they spoke what was in their heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the feelings they that they hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the years of silent love that have grown inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;things were really going and moving in the right way then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now, she wished that its still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for now, she feels like she's not the girl she used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the girl that she want when they first got together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she made things hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;things have been rough at one point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they are still working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she knows that he love her so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but she definately loves him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but she can be too confusing sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not knowing what she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she is being selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she is just..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;im sorry for all the things i've put you through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i still love you the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;but at this point of time, i really dont know if i can make things right again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i dont want to make promises that i cant fufilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i dont know when this will stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;but you are still holding on to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;and i trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i didnt mean to make you wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i never want to make you wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;please.forgive.me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115794644944441837?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115794644944441837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115794644944441837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/telemoviekita.html' title='Telemoviekita'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115790317163907190</id><published>2006-09-10T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T08:46:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"if you think i'm cute.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/DSC00063.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/DSC00063.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturday was spend at Turf City.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BURNT. BURNT.BURNT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;no comments already la..haiya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;s0,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; NTL against SRC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Taniwahs:2(Jo,Nana) SRC:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;READ THE WORDS ON THE TSHIRT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITE friendly against OFS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ITE:5(Fifi(2),Nana(2),Yanti(1)) OFS:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*good start ladies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The ankle sprained again during the 2nd half, right after the try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Worked earlier today before rushing down to Kovan to watch the 2nd half of Paya Lebar Punggol's match against Bishan Arsenal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Final score: PYP:4 BA:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yaya touching down from Vietnam tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Make up class is brought back to Tuesday, 11am at HPL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Received text message from coach Anne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ed &amp;amp; Nana, pls continue 2 ice ur injuries.have a gd rest this week. we will look in2 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;strengthenin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wen u get back :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;err...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;strengthening&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"wen you get back"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~ does this means... i dnt have to come for training this week? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;oh well. above photos are just somethings i want you all to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;if you have seen it..shh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;till next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Everclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115790317163907190?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115790317163907190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115790317163907190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-you-think-im-cute.html' title='&quot;if you think i&apos;m cute..&quot;'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115755840588165381</id><published>2006-09-06T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T08:24:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D this is 06.09 entry. *damn i saved it as DRAFT*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Hi.my%20name%20is..%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Hi.my%20name%20is..%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;alrite. i skipped blogging yesterday.. woops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. i was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays and Thusdays: School Training &amp; Club Training back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday, i felt one kind of tiredness. dont ask me why. i just felt tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what happened at school training was, i twisted my left ankle 2 times. its not swollen though.&lt;br /&gt;but the anterior tabialis (as mentioned by Ms Siti Asliza Ansuir) felt pain. till now. so she asked me to do alot of strecthing, icing and taking care of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club training as usual. played with the men. good run we had last night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my IA presentation. 12pm at HPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. Nurul came earlier to do her slides. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, to be exact, am waiting for the arrival of Nurdiana Samsudi. she needs to use the computer for her project too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. till i update again.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.Uncertanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Cascada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115755840588165381?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115755840588165381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115755840588165381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/d-this-is-0609-entry-damn-i-saved-it.html' title=':D this is 06.09 entry. *damn i saved it as DRAFT*'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115735658482998402</id><published>2006-09-04T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:56:24.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>helL0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i missed updating this blog again and again. and i dont know when i will start updating everyday again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;well, so much things happened. just too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Monday 28th,&lt;/span&gt; was enough to make me feel so confused. you apologized. although i've texted you back when you texted me on friday, 01sept06, i am still uncertain and not sure of many things. but dont worry. i dont hold any grudges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday 29th,&lt;/span&gt; trained in school and then rushed to club training like usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wednesday 30th,&lt;/span&gt; went to Burdington Building with sister in-law. Accompanied her to collect her $100 Takashimaya shopping voucher. THAT was the 1st time i went out with kakak ipar alone. weird? its true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and yup, went back by taxi. spend about 0.5hour at abang Edy and Kak Sima new home. and yes, THAT was the first time i saw the house after a few weeks they got the house key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Catch the 2nd half of the National U19 and some senior womens squad at Bedok Stadium with Fyda and Linda. Had roti pratas for a very late dinner with Linda and Yaya at the 24hours coffeeshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thursday 31st,&lt;/span&gt; was forced to get out of bed early to go back to school to represent Touch for Teachers day celebration. im proud to say: I MADE IT ON TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;supposed to have a friendly game with Ngee Ann Poly, but it rained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Club training was also cancelled. but by the time i got the message, i was already outside with my big bag. i WAS out early so ya.. no ones to be blame.. hangout at Lido with yaya, reena, fyda and fad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;got my hair cut to short again. well, think i cant keep it long man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friday 1st september,&lt;/span&gt; kakak left for her company's trip to Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;she will be back early morning tomorrow. come home safely dear. we all miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saturday 2nd september,&lt;/span&gt; woke up early to send Yaya off to the Airport for the U 19 vietnam trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;had NTL game at turf city against Tipiranahs. we won 6-1?.. hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Zee, Nani and Mas was there to watch the game. thank you all for coming ya..and oh, thank you all for the clips that you all bought for me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;met hardi at Toa Payoh. sat and talked..yup..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and oh, and oh!! abang bobby got me a Sony Ericsson K510i.. :D i like. thank you abang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday 3rd september,&lt;/span&gt; NTL game against Blacks at Farrer Park Field. we won again. 10-0 this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;went home straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;then later in the evening, went to causeway point with abang booby, kak sima and baby norman. got myself WHITENING LOTION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;phew. this is one hell of a one week list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;okay. have a great start for the week. till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: No Promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Shane Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115735658482998402?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115735658482998402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115735658482998402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/09/hell0.html' title='helL0'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115676853857034373</id><published>2006-08-28T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T05:35:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dear ad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i just want to let you know that i never meant to say goodbye. i am always forced to do it cos you tried so hard to forget me. how is it possible to forget me, to not hold on to me when im still around you? that doesnt make sense. all i want you to be is, happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we did it again. we said goodbye again. this is always happening to us. but we keep running back to each other. why? because we know that we are part of each other's life. cos we are friends. cos friends never said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but this time, i doubt it will be the same. i doubt we will turn back and reach each other again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;although its hard to believe, its true. this has always been up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dear ad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the first time we said goodbye, i regretted it alot. the second, i feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;forgive me it happened the third time. and i promise you, this would be the last goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i never want this to happened. but do i have a choice? i'm always trying to please you. but i kept failing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i remember all the text messages about being friends forever. about promises to be there.always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;guess its all meant to be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;its very sad that we started as friend in a nice way but said good bye with valgurities thrown to my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i never thought a friend would do that to me. a friend. wow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thank you so much for all those times. the laughters and the tears ad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hate me. curse me. if that helps to make you feel better, to cure, to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i wont hate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i will.remember you.friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115676853857034373?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115676853857034373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115676853857034373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115547599188405863</id><published>2006-08-13T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T06:33:11.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank YOUs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;first and for most, i'd start of by saying THANK YOU so much for all the well wishes from evreryone who had wished me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;all the gifts and surprises i got from some of you is greatly appreciated. thank you so much everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;special thanks to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1) of course, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; for the very sweet and romantic surprise He did for my special day. 2 slice of Swensen's ice-cream cake, a candle and two bottle Snapple's grape baverage. and yes, for the Purple Puma Handbag he got me. the firework was a bonus for us as we dont have to stand in the crowd to watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thank you so much dear. i had a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Noor Adlina Bte Sainal&lt;/span&gt; for the 1day advance birthday treat at Swensen's. but before that the invitation to watch the fireworks @ Esplanade. and yup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt; was there too. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thanks you two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yaya, Nani, Zee, Eunice and Mas&lt;/span&gt;. wow. this group of friends really touched my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;can you imagine them cooking pasta at night for their "slumber" party over @ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zee's&lt;/span&gt; place AND &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yaya and Nani&lt;/span&gt; actually cycle over to my home @ close to 1.00am to make a "special delivery" of the pasta to me.THANK YOU FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thank you once again people for the well wishes and all the presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;oh, by the way, we got 3rd for both relays event. yeyey! good effort everybody. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;what else what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh ya! 6 more days to finish attachment! yippie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you texted me about her. is there really something going on between she and me? i cant tell..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;okay. till whenever i update again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;take care ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Dont be Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: 112 ft. Twista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115547599188405863?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115547599188405863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115547599188405863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-yous.html' title='thank YOUs'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115485870183481797</id><published>2006-08-06T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T03:05:01.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday.</title><content type='html'>How the hell did we wind up like this.&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't we ableTo see the signs that we missed&lt;br /&gt;And try to turn the tables&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd unclench your fists&lt;br /&gt;And unpack your suitcase&lt;br /&gt;Lately there's been too much of this&lt;br /&gt;Dont think its too late&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrong just as long as you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Someday, somehow gonna make it all right but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;Well i hoped that since we're here anyway&lt;br /&gt;We could end up saying&lt;br /&gt;Things we've always needed to say&lt;br /&gt;So we could end up stringing&lt;br /&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a hollywood horror&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrong just as long asyou know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow gonna make it all right but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehowgonna make it all right but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a hollywood horror&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrong just as long asyou know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow gonna make it all right but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nickleback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115485870183481797?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115485870183481797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115485870183481797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/08/someday.html' title='Someday.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115485766369288058</id><published>2006-08-06T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:47:43.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..here goes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;another week past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the week was another ordinary week, with attachment work + a Track &amp; Fied meet back in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;took a full day off on tuesday and wednesday for the heats and 200m finals. and a 1/2 day on thursday, for the 400m finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;didnt do well. 7th for 200m and 5th for 400m. how embarassing that can be? haiyo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;coming up next friday: 4x100 and 4x400m relay finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;all the best to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5/8/06:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;had the warm up game for the upcoming National Touch League with Republic Polytechnic. scored 2 out of 14 tries. all the best to Wantoks Taniwhas. we can do it. yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ad was there to watch the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and oh. it is Grandma's (papa side) birthday. happy birthday GRANDMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and oh oh! i forgot to mention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DONNA gave me a very advance birthday present! thank you thank you although i felt old 2 weeks before the actual day? ;) thanks sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;what else?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"i dont see a reason y this happened..but..sometimes, its just hard to explain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Nickleback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115485766369288058?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115485766369288058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115485766369288058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-goes.html' title='..here goes..'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115444520119521941</id><published>2006-08-01T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T08:13:22.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my mind is not at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it keeps on screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;am i going crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cos it didnt make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i never want this to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but i could see it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i know,somehow,sometime, this will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i havent given up on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i still like you the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i still love you the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i still do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i am covered with guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the guilt of making you wait too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the guilt of keeping you lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;if you could hear what my heart wants to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;this is what you should  hear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"you are all the things i ever wanted.and you are still the one. if you understand why im doing this,you wouldnt ask me why. the answer is right infront of you.i kept you in the dark for so long."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i thought it would help in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but i realised it made things worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i havent change, like you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im still me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i am just so confused sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im just afraid to hurt you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;now, all that i want to say is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you are still the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115444520119521941?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115444520119521941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115444520119521941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/08/still.html' title='Still.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115409227302626038</id><published>2006-07-28T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:11:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All that I've Got</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;okay. hello to everyone reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;another week have past. tell me, how fast is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wohoo!! 3 more weeks to end of Industrial Attachment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;alrite, here is what i have got for today's entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1) Miss Independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yup. Fyda Dida was on MC for 3 days. and so there i was in the office with no one to tease. welcome back to work Fyda Dida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2) Touch Rugby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tuesday's training as usual. 7pm @ OFS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~got a sweet surprise from Daeng Nur Amelia (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YAYA&lt;/span&gt;). she made cocktail jelly and passed it to me after work. shared it with dearest Fefe and melisa Wong. *slurp* thumbs up for you yaya. as sweet as you. :) can marry ready. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wednesday: SRU touch carnival resumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~went off from work @ close to 1.30pm. the games was held @ Yio Chu Kang Stadium. Yaya came to support brfore work and so do Noor Adlina Sainal. :D thank you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~and oh, if you had read Adlina's entry before mine, oh yes, i wanted to eat rice @ Causeway point's Horizon food court.  sorry AD.. i didnt know that it will be like that.. d0nt know that the mee will smell and taste like that..sorry.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thursday's training as per normal again. 7pm @ OFS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~did drills and played games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Mich injured her knee to the extend that ambulance have to be called in. get well soon Mich. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The weekend is here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Women's Premier League half way mark this Sunday, 30 July '06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;have to take care of the programmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yeap. gota sit and watch 2 matches at a go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hmm.. i wonder if i will survive.. 4pm to about 9pm? either/or one of us will be the EMCEE for the programmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oklah. till the next weekend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;take care people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;siti Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115409227302626038?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115409227302626038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115409227302626038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-that-ive-got.html' title='All that I&apos;ve Got'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115354392029438396</id><published>2006-07-21T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:52:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nineteen-Eighty6 HEARTBREAKERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/heartbreaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/heartbreaker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEARTBREAKER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the way i put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Since%201986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Since%201986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here's What I've Got for the Nineteen-Eighty6 babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A very Good Afternoon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the Weekend is Here baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yup. this is soo me. been killing time in the office doing nothing but sketching AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;this whole week of IA was not that great. Have been not well + the air-con is getting colder after the air-con man fixed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Supervisor not giving any help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Instructions were not clear and damn, I have no idea what she actually wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;did the proposal thing to start off the week. got it mailed to her for checking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and yes, the forever enquiries that i have to do. the phone calls to companies for sponsorships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and what else? nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and yea!! didnt mention about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15 July 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ok, here are the list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(1) Noor Adlina Bte Sainal turns 19!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(2) Had Youth in Touch @ Turf City from morning till late afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;congrats&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(3) Diva La Futbol @ Turf City (TOO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;ad&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well, i think thats all that i can blog about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;till next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Daaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: MakeDamnSure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: Taking back Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115354392029438396?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115354392029438396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115354392029438396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/07/nineteen-eighty6-heartbreakers.html' title='Nineteen-Eighty6 HEARTBREAKERS'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115331473711428234</id><published>2006-07-19T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T06:12:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/loveme.hateme..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/loveme.hateme..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IT SAYS: love me today. hate me tomorrow.(18 July '06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have to block out thoughts of you so i don’t lose my head.they crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed.dropping little reels of tape to remind me that i’m alone.playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home.there's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain an ounce of peace is all i want for you. will you never call again?and will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?and will you never try to reach me?it is i that wanted space.hate me today.hate me tomorrow.hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.i’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with the one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing i won’t touch again in a sick way i want to thank you for holding my head up late at night while i was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight.you never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate.you made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take.so i’ll drive so fucking far away that i never cross your mind.and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind.hate me today.hate me tomorrow.hate me for all the things i didn’t do for you.hate me in ways.yeah ways hard to swallow.hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.and with a sad heart i say bye to you and wave kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that i had made and like a baby boy i never was a man until i saw your blue eyes crying and i held your face in my hand and then i fell down yelling “make it go away!”just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be,and then she whispered “how can you do this to me?”hate me today.hate me tomorrow.hate me for all the things i didn’t do for you.hate me in ways.yeah ways hard to swallow.hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Blue October: Hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the moment i heard this perfect song over the radio, i know i have fallen in love with it. the lyrics are so powerful. i feel it deep inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;make time to listen to the song in any ways people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;im checking out the band&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(PV) Taking Back Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cool stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;good music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Hate Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Blue October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115331473711428234?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115331473711428234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115331473711428234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/07/hate-me.html' title='hate ME'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115331325435593344</id><published>2006-07-19T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T05:47:34.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that DAy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NOKIA 3200. ERASER. FAS RED WHISTLE. FYDA's ERASER &amp; PINK PENCIL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;  14 July '06:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;see how free i am at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;see how bored i can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5 sketching at a go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;was a boring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: JOAKIM's "I don't wana be lonely no more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: Singapore Idol Finalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115331325435593344?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115331325435593344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115331325435593344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-day.html' title='that DAy.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115271963613627172</id><published>2006-07-12T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T08:53:56.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SITI MAS'AINAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;break my name, you get different character:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Siti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(1) nerdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(2) polite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(3) respectful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(4) girlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(5) boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(1) silent treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(2) thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(3) smiley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(4) mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(5)Listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ainah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(1) sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(2) matured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(3) lady-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(4) thinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(5) observer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(6) creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(7) romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(1) playful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(2) aggressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(3) sporty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(4) nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(5) calm-cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(6) joker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(7) hot tempered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(8) unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(9) nasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(10) valgur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(11) cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHAT u see is WHO I AM.  so, love me.hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115271963613627172?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115271963613627172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115271963613627172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/07/siti-masainah.html' title='SITI MAS&apos;AINAH'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115271718954999123</id><published>2006-07-12T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T08:13:09.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it is just so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking irritating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;if somebody used your creativity for their own use, without feeling anything else, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;shameless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;c'mon!! get a life. moron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love me.hate me. love me today. hate me tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115271718954999123?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115271718954999123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115271718954999123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115242593213532104</id><published>2006-07-08T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:18:52.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when was the last time i updated??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Wednesday, 28 June '06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what happened during the 2 weeks??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;answer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;too much happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) Trainings with Wantoks as normal on Tuesdays and Thursdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(2) Inter-Secondary School Football 5-a-side carnival &amp; Inter-Secondary School League Finale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(3) FAS National Mini-Football Carnival for Girls- primary schools. (they are just so adorable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(4) Ad's sister wedding. (07/07/06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(5) The Olympic Run. (08/07/06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;-The Olympic Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vanue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chinese Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reporting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7.30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meeting Time:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Objective:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Run/Walk a 3Km distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the event was not exciting at all. walking and then playing some games at the booths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;what makes my Saturday exciting was: Meeting Nazimah at the event!! woohoo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and then we went lunch at Jurong Point Banquet with some of the National Womens soccer girls U16/U17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and then, this Cute Siti Nur Aini requested to go to the Toys 'R' Us and then to Kiddy Palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;seeing their behaviour.. -very cute. i mean hey... this secondary school girls.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;alrite, monday will be an off day for me. cos my saturday was burnt for this Olympic Run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hmm. havent seen Love for..1 week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hope you are doing fine dear. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115242593213532104?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115242593213532104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115242593213532104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/07/untitled-ii.html' title='untitled (II)'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115149664712146134</id><published>2006-06-28T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T05:10:49.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungai Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yup, as mentioned 2 days ago, im on attachment with Football Association of Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;today is only the 3RD day. *fuh* i really really hope i can adapt to the ENVIRONMENT. the task to be done was alrite for me ~ photo-copying, learnt to use the fax machine and some paper work. believe me or not, i have to make enquries too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cause my english really sucks and i spoke too soft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well, i tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and yup, yeaterday, we knock-out at 5.00pm as there is nothing else to do. a lot of time to kill before training start @ 7pm, OFS. went to Sungai Road with Fyda to look around, and i got myself &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;5 McDonalds Sesame Street mini bean pals. they are:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1) NATASHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2) OCAR THE GROUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(3) COOKIE MONSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(4) GROVER &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5) TELLY MONSTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*big angelic grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; we end earlier. finish doing work @ around 4.30++ p.m. went home straight as i was feeling tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; will be another boring day in the OFFICE. (argh! i just knew i cant work in office)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..+ training @ 7p.m again, OFS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; (for an early update), will be a long day @ work as there will be Inter-Secondary School Girls League &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carnival&lt;/span&gt; '06 from 2.00p.m-4.00p.m. and then it will proceed to the Inter-Secondary School Girls &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;League &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'06&lt;/span&gt; Finale&lt;/span&gt; between: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yishun and Siglap&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;followed by Prize-Giving Ceremony and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S'League Friday Night's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;match:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Young Lions VS Home United.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;have yet to know who will be the emcee for the event. fyda. or me? *aiyo* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(oh ya.. we have to prepare our own emcee script too..to add to the task-that-we-did list.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh well, think this is all for now. have to e-mail some stuff to some company regarding some English Classes for foreigners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ok ok. thank care sweets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;see you when i see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: Dunia Belum Berakhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: Shaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115149664712146134?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115149664712146134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115149664712146134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/06/sungai-road.html' title='Sungai Road'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115132719981417605</id><published>2006-06-26T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:06:39.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok, pics are all jumble up. heh.. lazy to do properly. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"fuyoh..so big sey the elephant skull."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/SSL20866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/SSL20866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"welcome to my hometown!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/SSL20827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/SSL20827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/SSL20752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/SSL20752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/SSL20747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/SSL20747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/SSL20746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/SSL20746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i last updated a few weeks ago. rite? or is it just a week ago? hah. whatever it is, here i am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last week was my last week in school. here i am already, attached to FAS for Industrial Attachment. fuh. hah. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;am not saying anything yet cos todau's only the first day of work. just hope that i could adapt to the environment as soon as possible. (oh God. Save me please.) it is just so weird to be stuck in the office. the silent office, though its not that quite la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what happened last week was, on Friday, FINALLY, the Summer Touch League Dinner was held at Far East Plaza Sakura. there were anne, jo, kristy, clara and of course, fifi, laura, sar and myself. :D yum yum. its the adults treat la. so, thanks you all. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!!&lt;br /&gt;he he. i had a great time on Saturday. guess where i go with Love..&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.. we went to the Zoo!! :D&lt;br /&gt;wow. i remember the last time i stepped into the zoo was a few years back.. no no.. many many years back.. ha ha..and now, its an all new image. Love and i covered ALL the places. *phew* a very long and enjoyable walk thiugh our legs are pealding for help.&lt;br /&gt;..and well, ya.. Polly came along to snap us. :)&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;dear Yang, thank you for the treat. i really had great fun dear. thank you so much. hmm, lets see.. where's our next stop? Sentosa? KTV? Ice Skating? Picnic-ing? ha ha.. my treat this time k? ;) love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite, gota do a little of work for tomorrow. update agian if i got the time.&lt;br /&gt;till next time,&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening To: Akustatik&lt;br /&gt;Artist: OAG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115132719981417605?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115132719981417605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115132719981417605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/06/weird.html' title='weird.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115034393076868430</id><published>2006-06-14T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:58:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>g00d morning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;very draggy to get 0ut of bed this m0rning. (as usual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;got my ass out and then wash up and then get ready and then went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;journey to sch00l was tutting long and slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;walked to school from Simei only to get a call from Nunu that morning class was actually cancelled this week and the lecturer FORGOT to inform us. (thanks ya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yup. so i met with some of the girls and walked with them back to Simei- East Point for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yea. so here i am in the next class, CDP blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;class ends @ 1 p.m today. great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but oh.. OFS training @ 7p.m later. (Shit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a long and slow week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;believe it or not, 2 more weeks to my attachment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haiya. so sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;till next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115034393076868430?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115034393076868430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115034393076868430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/06/g00d-morning.html' title='g00d morning!!'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-115018624818747886</id><published>2006-06-13T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:10:48.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Sat,%20X-Men%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Sat%2C%20X-Men%20III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/snap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the weather's wet lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;today's tuesday, 13/06/06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;last saturday, 10/06, went out with as,kiknkin and sophia to Causeway point to catch X-Men III before i went to work. wow. cool. really had a good day. snap ourselves at the neoprint shop.( i so like the photos babes!!) oh well, its the '86 chicks if yiu noticed. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and the following day, sunday 11/06, work starts at 11am. went to catch the Omen with Love at Causeway Point again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yea, L0ve bought a Polaroid Camera ~ for us. so sweet. thanks dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and oh, above is the Pics that we took after the movie, before lunch @ KFC. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: Buttons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: PCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-115018624818747886?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115018624818747886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/115018624818747886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114986166373735220</id><published>2006-06-09T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:01:03.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feEliNg:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;d0WN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;bLuE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.em0Ti0nAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.SAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;pAin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.hURt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.cOnfuSeD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Listening To: My Immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Artist: Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114986166373735220?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114986166373735220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114986166373735220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling.html' title='feEliNg:'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114943047591340329</id><published>2006-06-04T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T07:14:43.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories. :) (aww..so sweet..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/P1060337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/P1060337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hidah, Myself and Laura @ Cineleisure Pastamania. 03/06/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/P1060336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/P1060336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; touch rugby girls team 2006. after they announced the game will be postponed due to heavy rain. (..3 seniors and the 5 months old ladies in rugby..) 01/06/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/IMG_1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/IMG_1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/IMG_1101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/IMG_1101.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports museum trip, Wednesday 31/05/2006&lt;br /&gt;UP0504P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114943047591340329?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114943047591340329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114943047591340329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/06/memories-awwso-sweet.html' title='memories. :) (aww..so sweet..)'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114942842236845561</id><published>2006-06-04T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:40:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Track &amp; field meet 06 pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/P1060289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/P1060289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gold medalist for 4X400m A girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/P1060287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/P1060287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the 4X100m gold medalist, A Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/P10edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/P10edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heh.. myself with my medals. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy with training lately.&lt;br /&gt;havent met the Boyfriend this week.&lt;br /&gt;0kay. So, here are some pics to make up for the missing entries. (cos im too lazy to type out what happened. ~bleah! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening To: Case of The Ex&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Mya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114942842236845561?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114942842236845561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114942842236845561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/06/track-field-meet-06-pics.html' title='Track &amp; field meet 06 pics'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114892030396819208</id><published>2006-05-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:31:47.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the first Wantoks training with the Australian coach today. had fun training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yesterday's Blacks Fun Touch was okay. win 3, lose 3, draw 2 in the womens open category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;my temper was really bad yesterday. i was so vulgar.i was not me. i'm sorry i showed the other side of siti mas'ainah. i love you all. &amp; hope you all still love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;well,i got hooked to Rihanna's latest single, Unfaithful. a very touchy and powerful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;UnFaitHfuL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the right&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps avoiding me&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow in my soul&lt;br /&gt;cause it seems that wrong&lt;br /&gt;really loves my company&lt;br /&gt;Hes more than a man&lt;br /&gt;and this is more than love&lt;br /&gt;the reason that the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are rolling in&lt;br /&gt;because I'm gone again&lt;br /&gt;and to him I just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;and I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;and it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;a murderer&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;as Im doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;preparing for another day&lt;br /&gt;A kiss up on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;Hes here reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;as if Im gonna be out late&lt;br /&gt;I say I wont be long&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging with the girls&lt;br /&gt;A liar didnt have to tell&lt;br /&gt;Because we both know&lt;br /&gt;where Im about to go&lt;br /&gt;and we know it very well&lt;br /&gt;cause I know that he knows Im unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;and it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;a murderer&lt;br /&gt;His trust&lt;br /&gt;I might as well take a gun and put it to his head&lt;br /&gt;Get it over with&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna do this&lt;br /&gt;Anymore (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;a murderer (a murderer)&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;counting down the days to the end of the 1 week training:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114892030396819208?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114892030396819208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114892030396819208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114871268667141765</id><published>2006-05-26T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:51:26.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop. SECURITY Check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/Dance%20Mania%202006%20Pass.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/Dance%20Mania%202006%20Pass.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DANCE MANIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;was a kick-ass!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems to have great time dancing to the superb music. it was inpressive that alot of the student came.&lt;br /&gt;i was there to help out. the ~security~.&lt;br /&gt;As and Kin-kin were there too. you both rock!!! wohoo!! thanks for accompanying me. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;free flow started @ around 11.30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward for more of this fund raising event.&lt;br /&gt;i had great night although was tired from the everyday race.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at close to 3.am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. gota ciao for work soon. happy weekend people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1 week. packed and tired. sorry dear. miss you. love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114871268667141765?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114871268667141765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114871268667141765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/stop-security-check.html' title='Stop. SECURITY Check.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114871203923925354</id><published>2006-05-26T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:41:21.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>track &amp; field meet 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/P1060259.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/P1060259.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wohoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the race is finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;grateful and happy to get a medal for each event i took up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;400m ~ 2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1500m ~ 3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4x100m ~ 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4x400m ~ 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;plus a last minute registration for 200m race finals got me another medal in the 3rd position. thanks to Ms Kristy who called Fee 10 minutes before the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;great efforts were put in and everyone has a happy and enjoyable race. congrats eveybody! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114871203923925354?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114871203923925354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114871203923925354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/track-field-meet-2006.html' title='track &amp; field meet 2006'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114826755880184205</id><published>2006-05-21T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:12:38.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING up</title><content type='html'>the heats for 400m will be @ 3.40p.m today&lt;br /&gt;the next 2 event coming up this wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;1500m Finals&lt;br /&gt;4X100m relay Heats. (Fefe,Mel,Mama &amp; Myself)&lt;br /&gt;smiling. -(faking it)-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114826755880184205?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114826755880184205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114826755880184205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/coming-up.html' title='COMING up'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114826712729305029</id><published>2006-05-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:05:27.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>small wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;last few days since i last updated, many things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;OFS training on Thursday was alright. had dinner with Fee and Mel at Far East KFC and laughed like there is no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; the slip-tongue-disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holiday on Friday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;was supposed to be a HOLIDAY for me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;missed going to Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; with Fanana and Emo. so stayed home to look after the baby. later that day, after everyone came home, the Boyfriend came over.watched the telly-V together with the Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;walkhaton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;saturday morning burnt. got to school @ 8a.m with Nunu and Mama. help set up a little bit of here and there. played alot, but i still think that its best if i was @ home sleeping cos attendance is NOT compulsory!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[BEEP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;X-eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;rushed home after the walkhaton event. sat for awhile infront of the entertainment-box. got ready for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;later @ the bus stop,thinking to myself:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wah. late ready.15 more minutes to work but bus havent come yet. call chirstina! call chirstina!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nana:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hi Chirstina. siti here. hey, i'll be 10-15 mins late leh..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Chirstina:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"huh? how come no one tell me you work today??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-PAUSED-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nana:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"you just come ar? you sure anot i not working today? never mind, im still coming to double confirm my schedule."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-CLICK-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sh t.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i was wrong!! was supposed to work on the next day actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; [doink]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sally called right after i made my moved from the pushcart. she wanted to meet so she decides. going town to catch a movie.-VOICE. i went home to change my footwear. waited for 1/2hr for her call. got a text msg instead from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she called it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what a Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;did the closing on sunday. not many customer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Bowling for Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114826712729305029?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114826712729305029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114826712729305029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/small-wonders.html' title='small wonders'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114787860473326658</id><published>2006-05-17T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:10:05.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you.me.US.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/1600/edited%20best%20pals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5180/2510/320/edited%20best%20pals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;courtesy of princess naz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it has always been you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it has always been me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and it has always been us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you were there when i d0nt feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;although i never show what is behind the smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;seeing you had made me realise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that i am not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that you are the reasons i am still standing strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and with y0u i had m0ved along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;with you i laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;with you i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;with you, it made me whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and with you,my sorrows fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;nunu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,mama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and momo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thank you so much for being part of me. in many ways, (maybe) without you girls realising, you had helped me alot. most of which is not verbally, but silently. the actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;though sometimes we used harsh words (nunu &amp; mama) to tease one another, we still got along very well.. infact.. the bond between us getting stronger each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to momo, you had helped me in some ways. the silent touch.the unspoken words.(you know mo? i think sometimes,we really think the same way.and we dnt have to say it out. ;) ) cool isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yea.. thank you all girlfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(to those i didnt mention, please dont get upset. one by one k? ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the body's aching from the first fitness training with WANTOKS yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;fartlak.sprints.stride.sprint again.stride again. 1..2..3.. sets.. (adoi...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;psst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i skipped SW today. could not wake up la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;went for class @ 12 though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;played capteh after calss till late afternoon.. went home with the girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a "laughing Day" for me. alot of funny things happened. sigh. wished the day never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;well, looking forward for more of TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thank you friends for making my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;shh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and oh.. love you boyfriend! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Hips Don't Lie (UP0504P current Fav.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114787860473326658?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114787860473326658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114787860473326658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/youmeus.html' title='you.me.US.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114775531659250768</id><published>2006-05-15T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:55:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cRashed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;im crashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the feelings never lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the secrect in the heart, only i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when i want to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i hold it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i look forward and say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"yesterday's gone.today is a new day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sometimes it is just so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when i tried to push the confusion aside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;small little things came by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and this small little things lead to the big big things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and the big big things leads to more confusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and the confusion leads to heartache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and the heartache leads to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and finally the tears leads to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Lisa Loeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114775531659250768?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114775531659250768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114775531659250768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/crashed.html' title='cRashed.'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114750145040911640</id><published>2006-05-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:24:10.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange &amp; Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thurday's class end @ 1.30p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;got chicken fied rice to feed Ms Bonch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;got change after 1/2-1 hr for track and field meet training with my girls for the 4x100 relay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;tarining starts @ 5.30p.m later that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;not as many turned up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we hold back the tears everytime. we tried so hard to keep it hidden. but when it finally poke us,its time to reveal what you hold back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Friday was Vesak Day, and so it was a public holiday. went to work @ Bugis @ 3 p.m and got irritated by the "Human-traffic" @ the basement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;have to train a new assistant, Girona. 17 years old, studying in ITE Bishan, COS, 1st year. taught her the prices and the way to make and alter the strings. hopefully she can cope with the things and get familiarise soon. Maybel [the boss] asked me to see how Girona do her work and how she serve the customer + her conduct. not bad for a start i must say. except that she is still shy. well, i'm like that too when i first started. slowly k.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;13/05/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Birthday PAPA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yup today's papa's bitrhday. weeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;may he be happy with what he got and keep on being a good PAPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first. sometimes, the first thing you want never comes.and i know,the waiting is all you can do. sometimes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Strange &amp; Beautiful, Aqualung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Potion For Foxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Rilo Kiley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114750145040911640?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114750145040911640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114750145040911640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/strange-beautiful.html' title='Strange &amp; Beautiful'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114727553607497280</id><published>2006-05-10T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T08:38:56.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIGER,SINGTEL,SOPHIA,ASLIZA. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday, 08/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sophia TIGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[last week, i have been talking to my friends about this shoe brand: SEAHORSE, for running.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, most of them haven't heard or seen it before. so, i described to them how it looks like.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;this is a tale. a tale of a  girl name Sophia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;met some of the girls early @ 10.00a.m today although class starts @ 1.00p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;reason being: to play street soccer in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and so we played under the crouching sun, which made my head spin,eyes blur and breathing difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this is a conversation between Sophia and myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sophia (with the most confident tone and face): Eh ya Nana! i saw the TIGER shoe already! Quite nice eh.. (NOD HEAD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana (Paused, blur face): huh? TIGER? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sophia: Ya. the one you talk about the other time. you said you want to buy that one?...for running...TIGER right the brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana ( laughing like siow with the rest): Sophia? it is SEAHORSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MORAL of the story: Ask softly before saying out. kwang3 ;p (psst..sophia? *wink*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Occured on the same day, now between ASLIZA and MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[Asliza is using the same model handphone as me. she then took my handphone, turn it around and ask me to guess which one is mine.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asliza: okay na.. which one is yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so, i pointed out to my handphone, smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asliza: no wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana (pointing @ the same HP again): this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asliza (still denying): Noooooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana (paused,start laughing): Asliza? you know why i'm confident? cos mine doesnt have a SINGTEL sticker behind!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too bad As, FIFI caught y0u too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MORAL of the story: IF you want to lie, hide the evidence. *wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!!* ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuesday, 09/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meeting the New People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch Rugby training with the May intake people starts today. attendence was very encouraging and hopefully, it stays like that till the Seniors graduate.&lt;br /&gt;kill time playing capteh with Kinkin,As,Shahidah and Nazimah.&lt;br /&gt;had fun today. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wednesday, 10/05 [Today]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank You Dears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;class starts @ 9.00p.m today. eventually, came 25 minutes late. first class was SW. run 2 rounds of the track, did a circuit endurance thingy and hen played capteh again till class end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;after class ends @ 3.00p.m today, stayed for an hour in school. played a little bit more of capteh and had a mini cracker party with Sophia and the rest of the gang. haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;it was really best. had great fun this 3 days. thank you so much dear friends. i love you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Michelle Branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114727553607497280?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114727553607497280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114727553607497280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/tigersingtelsophiaasliza.html' title='TIGER,SINGTEL,SOPHIA,ASLIZA. :)'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114684340427976361</id><published>2006-05-05T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T08:36:44.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Special-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dear blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LOVE just left about 45 minutes ago. he had drop by to pass me something pending for our 1st anniversary, which was last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was something special i must say. although our 1st anniversary is over, the gift made me feel that today is the actual day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a printed design of our name and his own design for the cover of the CD that he burnt is really very pretty. the 'casing' of the CD, which actually has our photo printed on it is really very nice. and at the back of it is all the song titles, which most of it is on my favourite list. + ALL the song lyrics been printed out in his format. the colors used is my favourite [not purple. but brown + pale yellow]. very very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, if you think LOVE use the normal CD casing, &lt;em&gt;[TET!]&lt;/em&gt; you are wrong. you will understand when you see it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sayang, I LOVE IT. thank you so much.. &amp; i love you. *'',*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Listening To: One In A Million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Artist: Bosson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114684340427976361?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114684340427976361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114684340427976361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/special.html' title='-Special-'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114684228753303273</id><published>2006-05-05T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T08:18:13.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here i go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;back in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meet my girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feeling the bond between us will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the jokes keep getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hope that the bond keeps growing stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here i am again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;still simple and plain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday,30 Apr - Monday,01 May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;stayed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;monday was a public holiday. stayed home again although its the last day of the term break. waited for an angel to text me out, but they did'nt hear my call. OR maybe they are just busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuesday, 02 May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the first day of 2nd year. reported @ 9.00a.m as told by Mr Koh Han Chow. class was released @ 10.00a.m. had a 4hrs break before the last class of the day starts. kill time with the girls @ Tampines Mall and slacking @ Coffee Bean @ Century Square. went back to school for lesson after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wednesday, 03 May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;involved in the CCA Recruitment Day for the May-intake students. in between time, cabot for a while and went swimmimg with some classmates in school. went back to help out til the closing time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thursday, 04 May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;class ended @ 1.00p.m supposingly but was released a little early. like the last few days, walked to Simei Station with the girls to head for home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;accompanied Kakak to Mustafa Centre to look for her thing. eventually, what we brought home was 2 Hindi DVD, some hair clips and hair band. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i just realized that it has been quite some time that i haven't go out with kakak.. hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: How Does It Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114684228753303273?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114684228753303273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114684228753303273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114638115292637874</id><published>2006-04-29T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:12:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[sigh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;am i gonna be stuck @ home again today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;everyone had gone out. Abg Lan and baby Norman is sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;argh. this is so depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LoVE is out working since morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;some friends are probably busy with work or their own things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;shall i go out to the library?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;its the last day of the school holidays. [though tomorrow is a publiblic holiday too..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmm.. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;have to do the house work again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the clothes is hang outside after mama washed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;have to clean the house. before everyone else come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the cable for the telly-V is out of service for a while as Big Brother had taken the wire to exchange for a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;think i'm cleanning up now la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;then sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;oh ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;almost forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we won the finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;well, ya..we won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;excited.just a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;no trophies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;instead, they will be giving us a T-shirt and Viser [or however they spell it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but hey.. happy also la.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;what would you say if I asked you not to go.to forget everyone, forget everything and start over with me.would you take my hand and never let me go?promise me you'll never let me go.and now the stars aren't out tonight,but neither are we to look up at them.why does hello feel like goodbye? these memories can't replace,these wishes I wished and dreams I chased.take this broken heart and make it right.i feel like I lost everything when you're gone.left remembering what it's like to have you here with me.i thought you should know,you're not making this easy.i never thought I'd be the one to say:"please don't, well please don't leave me".i feel like I lost everything when you're gone.left remembering what it's like to have you here with me.i thought you should know,you're not making this easy.take my hand and never let me go,promise me...you'll never let go.make this last forever.i feel like I lost everything when you're gone.left remembering what it's like to have you here with me.i thought you should know, you're not making this easy.i'll fall asleep tonight, 'cause that brings me closer to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;this was send to me by a friend via e-mail, Thursday, February 2,2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Nickleback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114638115292637874?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114638115292637874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114638115292637874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114623467851454447</id><published>2006-04-28T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:31:18.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;had strawberry-vanilla ice cream with honey nut with almond toppings for breakfast today. [slurp].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;today is Friday. nothing that i had done. stayed at home. [again. and forever..][roll eyes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;man! i didnt have an exciting holiday except for the games on Saturdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;..and the day i skipped training with Fifi. [sigh] .. plus+ the day i went out with Love. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;..and the Mustafa Centre trip with the Family.. [guess it isnt that bad after all eh..hmm..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;well, now that i'm a young adult, i dont actually look forward to the hols..except when i really need a time break from the projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;guess this is life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it is just so scary sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you dont know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it is complete boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, maybe its not the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it is just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm a boring person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;this is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;this is stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;to complaint about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i blame myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;this is crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;total insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;to be complaining almost about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but the fault is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;..haiya! im so bored la!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;tomorrow is the Final. Against SMU. tomorrow is the day to get even with them, hoping to grab the champ title for ITE. yup! all the way ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: I'm a Terrible Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Rooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114623467851454447?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114623467851454447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114623467851454447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/04/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24233904.post-114623365430604268</id><published>2006-04-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:14:14.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 1 week story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday, 22 April 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sudden-Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yes!! We are in the final!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning with a very bad cough and running nose. I was a coughing machine in the bus from home bus stop to interchange and back again. Was lucky I didn’t coughed in train cos I don’t wish to be the loud speaker, and get everyone’s attention.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed my ass to Toa Payoh and missed the 11.30 shuttle bus that I’m supposed to take. Damn. I owe the team drinks. Mel too. Dearest Mel brought cough syrup for me which I actually gulp in the bus and she is sweet to even make a I-don’t-know-what drink for the throat too. To be honest, it tasted like Mama Lemon, the dishes liquid soap. Thanks eh Mel. Appreciate all this. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This game against Bedok King again was very pressurizing. They were leading us by 2 points but eventually Ms Kristy and Anne worked it out to make it even.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the final score was 5 all. And then we proceed to the sudden death, where after every 2 minutes, 1 player will be taken out from the pitch. Whoever try it, is the winner. Down to 4, and there is still no try. Down to 3, and the game is getting more pressurizing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[imagine this. 3 players from each side playing on the 6 men pitch, and we had to cover the whole stretch of the pitch.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Breathing was getting harder for me. I couldn’t focus and I don’t know what I’m doing at some point. Worst of all, our game was the center of attraction! Waiting teams to use the pitch went&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Awwww!!“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Argh”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;every time there is a drop ball or a touch. shit. I hate to be in this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;situation. Who does? Even Anne was scared okay. Everyone was until JO became our HERO!! [phew] thanks Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stayed a little longer with Darling Fifi @ Turf City to watch Demons [Baby-Toks] against NTU.&lt;br /&gt;And off I go to the shuttle bus Q. saw Leo there and we sat and talk about the games while waiting for the bus. Well, Leo is a Touch player from RP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;[..and she reminds me of somebody. Especially the hair. Hmm.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wow. Am really excited for the finals. :D&lt;br /&gt;Another long entry I’ve got here. Well, I’m just excited I guess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Till then, -cough cough-. Woops. Sorry. *kiss* ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Tonight I don't know where you are.But I know where you should beSo here I am all aloneWhen you should be with me” - Mest, Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Girl Fight Remix&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Brooke Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; Updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday, 23 April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Met with the Boyfriend, or I rather call him LOVE to Marina Square. Spend the day walking around the shopping centre and sitting outside the building talking.&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time that Love and I spend a day together since I was busy with projects and training and games while he was busy with his own school project. Now that everything’s over for the both of us, im glad that we could spend a little time together. [well, though we didn’t spent much time seeing each other often, at least, we got to hear each other over the cell phone.]&lt;br /&gt;And yea, the day was fun for me. Teased Love like I always did. [angelic smile].&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the bay for a moment and then went home as we both got to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey yang, thank you for the day. Had great time with you. And it has always been good. Thank you. By the way, its really nice to see you got “irritated-frustrated” when I teased you. Well, don’t blame me.. You make me do it.. *wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday, 24 April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I woke up in the morning, the first thing that was in my head was - TRAINING. Yup, I skipped training for work, and I felt awful to miss training.&lt;br /&gt;Open shop at 1030hrs. Haven’t made any sales only until around 2p.m+. it really scare the hell out of me. I would not want to imagine not doing any sales for my shift. It’s a total nightmare. At the end of my working shift, well, not much but acceptable sales was made. Thank you GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuesday, 25 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Got to work again this morning.&lt;br /&gt;The same thing, only managed to break the egg at around 2p.m+. I was lucky that my first customer brought quite a lot. But at the same time, this China National customer of mine create awareness to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Well you see, I had been robbed of $98 when working at PS last year by 2 China man and was close to be robbed again at TM but I was careful by that time. Fuck this robbers!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;End work a little late today as Felicia got something to attend to. Melissa came over to my work place and then we went training at OFS together.&lt;br /&gt;At training, there was light faulty. But we still carry on with the play.&lt;br /&gt;Well, someone came by as she was with one of the girl before training starts. Haven’t seen her since mid-march. We didn’t even spoke a word to each other. Worst part was, we took the same train and alighted at the same stop.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see her. Especially now. She looked so different. Maybe because of the medication she have to take. I wish it hadn’t been this way between the two of us. I wish I was never misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Counting stars wishing I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down was my biggest mistakeI never ever meant to hurt youI only did what I had to Counting stars again” - Counting Stars, Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: Counting Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wednesday, 26 April (Today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;stayed @ home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the holidays is ending.. havent gotten any new or good experiences... what a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Listening To: No, Not Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Artist: Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love me.hate me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24233904-114623365430604268?l=heartthatcries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114623365430604268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24233904/posts/default/114623365430604268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartthatcries.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-week-story.html' title='the 1 week story'/><author><name>heartthatcries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657916284555893888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
