<?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-25068495</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:58:32.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blacked-Out.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm tired of the way it feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-5973440443358865923?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/5973440443358865923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=5973440443358865923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/5973440443358865923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/5973440443358865923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-shall-start-blogging-here-too.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-1917565872731416594</id><published>2007-04-13T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:52:54.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nixacouture.livejournal.com"&gt;http://nixacouture.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-1917565872731416594?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' 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soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We both know how to treat each other now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So nothing can go wrong, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;But let's take it slow, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It's not that we'd get bored of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I just want us to savour every moment together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;December'06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuckingsideways.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.fuckingsideways.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-3169099680646816854</id><published>2007-03-16T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:36:26.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been dying to reach you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First things first, I haven't updated this journal for like EONS. Life's been pretty much fine, I guess. Stepping into another phase of life, it's exciting but scary. but well, reality is here. I did badly for Os, I'm that DUMB. ha. I'm like actually posted to ITE COLLEGE EAST ? right, I've put it in a very nice way uh. haha, I've got accountancy ;) I've always wanted to do it but in a tertiary institute. ENOUGH SAID ! ha, so I've been like working &amp; all. It's quite FUN lah, I enjoy working with PRUDENTIAL. And liane, I'm not action okay. Nonsense! So yesterday was steamboat with the girlies (: I sure had hell of fun. Not the last part, seriously. Shit happens lah, tskstsk. Okay, that's abt it. like I'll update again, soon. Goodbye Readers !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Your subtleties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They strangle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't explain myself at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And all the wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And all the needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All I don't want to need at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A falling star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Least I fall alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't explain what you can't explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You're finding things that you didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I look at you with such disdain T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;he walls start breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My mind's unweaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;On this eveningI give the final blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now I'm on my own side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's better than being on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's my fault when you're blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's better that I see it through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All these thoughts locked inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now you're the first to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It EFFING ends TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-3169099680646816854?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/3169099680646816854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=3169099680646816854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/3169099680646816854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/3169099680646816854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-dying-to-reach-you_16.html' title='I&apos;ve been dying to reach you.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116748906802143477</id><published>2006-12-30T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:32:19.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to keep you still,&lt;br /&gt;bt I keep losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You got me thinking abt you all the time,&lt;br /&gt;being away from you for too long&lt;br /&gt;is giving me insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna care, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Bt my mind is hazy.&lt;br /&gt;Fuckit, I called today.&lt;br /&gt;To hear you on the line, it's so hard.&lt;br /&gt;We're like worlds apart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and you're there.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in our own world.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't even give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Screw this feelings big time.&lt;br /&gt;Like I told you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;PASSION KILLS ME BIG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116748906802143477?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116748906802143477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116748906802143477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116748906802143477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116748906802143477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-hurts.html' title='Love hurts.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116660903270352083</id><published>2006-12-20T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:05:04.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's been exactly twenty days I'm here. I'm counting my days already. Prolly another 11 days, I'll be back in singapore. I'm speaking as if I'm like very faraway from my homeland. Actually, I'm only 12 hours away from singapore. haha. The past few days have been car and motor rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; I so love the chendol here. It's freaking &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME &lt;/strong&gt;man. YUM ! And so, I'm suppose to go for a haircut today bt I didn't go. I'm too lazy move my ass once I'm online. I watched movies on the star movies channel here. Baywatch, Shall we dance and Coach Carter. I love Coach Carter !! It's &lt;strong&gt;FANTABULOUS.&lt;/strong&gt; And so, I'm going to the theme park here later at night. Uhhuh, I wanna take the thrilling rides. Someone hopes that I fly out of some fast ride. Haha, Dream okay. I'm not skinny like you to fly off. HAHA. Oh, and I have like three ulcers in my mouth. The day I stepped here, from flu to cough to sore throat to maigraine to cramps which I can die from to ulcers. Now, tell me why should I still stay here ? I love my cousins here lah, they're like gifts from heaven. And so, My parents are coming here on the 29th. Hurr. My novels are lying at home. I told all members of my family to return them to the nearest library. But looking at their level of responsibility, nobody returned them. Unneccessarily, I have to pay fine for my overdued books. TskTsk ): Alright 'nuff said, I'm off now. Goodbye readers !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116660903270352083?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116660903270352083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116660903270352083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116660903270352083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116660903270352083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/12/nice.html' title='Nice (:'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116621047295667447</id><published>2006-12-16T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T03:29:44.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116621047295667447?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116621047295667447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116621047295667447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116621047295667447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116621047295667447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-15th-birthday-griselda.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116609136497344868</id><published>2006-12-14T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:16:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear Significant Other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to tell you abt so many things. I think of you everywhere I go here. In the car, going long distances, I wished you were near. My mind is hazy, I reminisce. And thinking back, I keep wanting you. I'm here and you, there. This suck, I want HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My days draw long and weary when you're no longer near. Confidence is filled with questions, strength replaced with fear. The assuredness I awake with each day  is nowhere to be found as though my dreams and aspirations were buried underground. I hear your voice being carried away by the wind like your fingers through my hair. I close my eyes and remember your kiss and wish that you were there so with nothing left but one thing to say to resolve my heartbreak here, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;goodbye&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my angel dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116609136497344868?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116609136497344868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116609136497344868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116609136497344868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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together.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong with me ?&lt;br /&gt;They say "Absence makes the heart grow fonder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till today, I'm holding on to you.&lt;br /&gt;Passion kills us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bt you've changed your direction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless, you're still the one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Break away, realise who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116599761501861574?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116599761501861574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116599761501861574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116599761501861574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116599761501861574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116591351750334497</id><published>2006-12-12T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:51:57.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want to go HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I miss you too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Liane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116591351750334497?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116591351750334497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116591351750334497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116591351750334497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116591351750334497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-go-home.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116110048003780354</id><published>2006-12-07T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:22:31.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th monthsary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'd be holding on for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but I &lt;s&gt;doubt&lt;/s&gt; it'd be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;you said it's alright to be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;keeping you in my mind keeps that smile constant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and I swear through it all I'd be keeping you, if you would too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll take you way beyond the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;cause I know you've been much too fulfilling and it only burns to fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It'd all fray away merely a couple of weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and you've given me ample memories to last through light years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I say how am i ever able to loosen that grasp on your wrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hearts in soul's out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Its been 9 months since the last you've came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and changed the mundane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Keep me sane cause baby, it's only &lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU &amp; ME.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nine months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116110048003780354?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116110048003780354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116110048003780354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116110048003780354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116110048003780354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/12/9th-monthsary.html' title='9th monthsary.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116537807784777871</id><published>2006-12-06T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:07:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;BOREDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sometimes I wish she was&lt;em&gt; &lt;u&gt;you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116537807784777871?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116537807784777871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116537807784777871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116537807784777871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116537807784777871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-day.html' title='another day.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116530620248282519</id><published>2006-12-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:10:02.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ain't another woman that can take your spot my- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If I wrote you a symphony, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Just to say how much you mean to me (what would you do?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If I told you you were beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Would you date me on the regular (tell me, would you?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, baby I've been around the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But I ain't seen myself another girl (like you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This ring here represents my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But there's just one thing I need from you (say "I do") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yeah, because I can see us holding hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can see us on the countryside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sitting on the grass, laying side by side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You could be my baby, let me make you my lady Girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you amaze me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ain't gotta do nothing crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;See, all I want you to do is be my love (So don't give away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My love (So don't give away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My love (So don't give away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ain't another woman that can take your spot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my love (So don't give away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My love (So don't give away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My love (So don't give away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ain't another woman that can take your spot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my love Ooooh, girl My love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My love Now, if I wrote you a love note &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And made you smile with every word I wrote (what would you do?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Would that make you want to change your scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And wanna be the one on my team (tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cause girl I've never been more sure (that baby, it's you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This ring here represents my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And everything that you've been waiting for (just say "I do") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;[T.I.'s rap:] Allright it's time to get it JT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Shorty, cool as a fan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On the new once again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But, still has fan from Peru to Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Listen baby, I don't wanna ruin your plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If you got a man, try to lose him if you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cause the girls worldwide throw their hands up high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;When they wanna come kick it wit a stand up guy (Trust me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You don't really wanna let the chance go by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'cause you ain't been seen wit a man so fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Baby friends so fly i can go fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Private, cause I handle mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;T.I. they call me candle guy, simply because I am on fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I hate to have to cancel my vacation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so you can't deny I'm patient, but I ain't gonna try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You don't come, I ain't gonna die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hold up, what you mean, you can't go why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me and you boyfriend we ain't no tie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You say you wanna kick it when I ain't so high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, baby it's obvious that I ain't your guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ain't gon' lie, I feel your space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But forget your face, I swear I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;St. Barths, same bullet, anywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I chill Just bring wit me a pair, I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can see us holding hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can see us on the countryside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sitting on the grass, laying side by side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You could be my baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;let me make you my lady Girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you amaze me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ain't gotta do nothing crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;See, all I want you to do is be my love (Love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My love (Love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My love (Love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ain't another woman that can take your spot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my love (Love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My love (Love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My love (Love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ain't another woman that can take your spot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my love Ooooh, girl My love My love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116530620248282519?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116530620248282519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116530620248282519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116530620248282519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116530620248282519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-love.html' title='My love.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116520040682600709</id><published>2006-12-04T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:46:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;FUCK, IT'S COMPLICATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116520040682600709?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116520040682600709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116520040682600709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116520040682600709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116520040682600709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/12/screwed.html' title='Screwed.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116464285165593638</id><published>2006-11-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:54:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hey, I can't sleep. I keep thinking and thinking. One more chance os all i meed to make it right. I promise I'd do it all right this time. Maybe I'm not good enough for you. but i promise i'll keep you safe like a princess. I'll live just to be ur slave. If only you'd give our LOVE another chance with all ur heart, would you ? We're over but it all seems like a dream to me. Oh my, i swear you're the LOVE of my life. I never really did tell you but I had plans for us in time to come.  You shattered all my dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With nothing left to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116464285165593638?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116464285165593638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116464285165593638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116464285165593638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116464285165593638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116459960215501179</id><published>2006-11-27T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:53:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving me to bleed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Say it like you mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm trying not to, but I do. I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I want to talk to you about something. I'm scared to do it, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I met a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't know her really, I've hardly spoken to her, and I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;know if anything will happen with her, but she's the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;person to make me feel anything since you left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If you were here, this wouldn't be happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish you hadn't left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate you for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But I'll forgive you, if you forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love you, and will always love you, but I want to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;My Friend, Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;James Frey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116459960215501179?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116459960215501179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116459960215501179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's so dreadful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I need to get away from all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes, it's hard to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Escaping, crying dosen't solve anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm trying so hard to keep me going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But it's difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;You stole my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116446462888871389?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116446462888871389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116446462888871389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116446462888871389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116446462888871389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/11/complicated.html' title='complicated.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116386312396565857</id><published>2006-11-18T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:31:48.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm drunk on your love.&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;strong&gt;FANTABULOUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116386312396565857?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116386312396565857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116386312396565857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116386312396565857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116386312396565857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/11/love.html' title='LOVE.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116378428183674490</id><published>2006-11-18T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:24:41.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SHERMAIN DARLING !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A new day (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope it gets better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116378428183674490?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116378428183674490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116378428183674490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11:11 PM (CST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All the windows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swear to miss you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And the doors are cell block tight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sweet sedation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sweep the issues, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And the clocks about to strike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did it call you down, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you back just yet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting now please come set me free, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the only sound is a minute left. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This could be, this could be the last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a chance to fix mistakes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more for the last time, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does it blow our dreams away, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't waste this chance with your smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 seconds left on this dial, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This could be the last time.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Along the staircase, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream to hear you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a whisper quiet room, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space for thinking,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space to scream to, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the echoes sound like you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not the stars at night, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a pitch black sky, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know just wants to see you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the time is right and it only flies&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This could be, this could be the last time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's only us, It's only now,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A simple wish, It's so late tonight.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This could be the last time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Now I've made our last mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116366284429656175?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116366284429656175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116366284429656175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116366284429656175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116366284429656175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/11/lyrics.html' title='lyrics.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116263542331037743</id><published>2006-11-04T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:20:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BETRAYAL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUILT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BETRAYAL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNFAITHFUL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNLOVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love for you is insatiable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116263542331037743?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116263542331037743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116263542331037743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116263542331037743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116263542331037743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/11/betrayal.html' title='BETRAYAL.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116235278038079853</id><published>2006-11-01T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:07:21.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And so, this year is different. We do our papers in the auditorium. ha. We don't have to sit in that damn hall with poor ventiliation and get distracted by the humidity. Haha. Today was BIO. Oh, right. I am quite satisfied with the paper for the first time. Ha. It was manageable man. I thought it'll be really hard. Let's see for chemistry, difficult ? I hope not. Yes, wishing &amp;amp; hoping does not work. Studying really really hard, helps alot ALOT. heh. And now, back to the OC. I've been watching it till I've come to the last disc of season two. I'm gonna watch it today and I'm moving on to season three. I know I'm damn slow but nevermind. It's worth watching. ha. So I had her at my place ytd. We had to be caught by my sister ? Like EFF man. Right, she didn't say anything though. Besides we wasn't even doing anything that is suspicious. I bet she was really having symptoms of fever. Bt no, only flu okay. Stop acting so sick okay, ass ? ha. Tonight, I've got plans. hurr, I'm gonna study till late and then sleep in the morning. Prolly, I'll end up looking like a ZOMBIE. Marissa and Ryan are back together (: Bt summer and seth are on the rocks. Right, It's always the case. I think summer's pretty. More like adorable, huh ? Ryan is like the bomb lah. I heart him, man. Alright now, OC time. BYE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEETH BIRTHDAY, PURSEY BOO ! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not afraid to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every once in a while even though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goin on with you gone still upsets me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every now and again i pretend i'm okay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to force that smile when &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see our old friends and i'm alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still harder gettin up, gettin dressed, livin with this regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i know if i could do it over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would trade, give away all the words that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saved in my heart that i left unspoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116235278038079853?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116235278038079853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116235278038079853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116235278038079853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116235278038079853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/11/os.html' title='Os.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116169499686253712</id><published>2006-10-24T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:03:16.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I'm feeling really tired &amp; sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You close the door in front of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wait patiently outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But as the minutes tick away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I feel the anger rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who's the object of this rage, who's not being fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is it you for your indifference or me for just standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could brag on things I've done or the places I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I never found a cure for on the outside looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes it's hard to understand, they say that pride's a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Should I go or should I stay on the outside looking in ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116169499686253712?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116169499686253712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116169499686253712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116169499686253712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116169499686253712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya !'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116161652975600578</id><published>2006-10-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:15:29.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhuh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;One more week left to Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;One week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Seven days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;One week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Seven days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;Hopes, Chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116161652975600578?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116161652975600578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116161652975600578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116161652975600578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116161652975600578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/uhuh.html' title='Uhuh.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116150201478797324</id><published>2006-10-22T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:26:54.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I suppose to say ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And so, yesterday night was bad. I slept at four ? heh. I was on the line with her till three or three plus. Oh, it was bad. DON'T ASK. &amp; I didn't get to watch the OC yesterday cause apparently someone took over the television. Damnit lah, okay. I woke up today, feeling nostalgic. Thinking abt ytd, it's so asdfghjkl. pfft. I was not exactly glad that I got a missed call from her but definitely I miss you. When I tried to call back, her mobile was off-ed. heh. I couldn't watch episodes 5-8 cause the DVD does not want to play. hur. So I skipped to Episode 9 ? ha. Ryan &amp; Marissa are like together. YAY. Seth should just with Anna ? ha. I think she's like sull of style lah. I mean Anna. Okay, enough about the OC. It's AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This year has been great. With sorrows, happiness, new changes and the list goes on. It is a whole different year for me. I settled down with a relationship which I believe can bring us far. What the future holds, it's in our hands. It's so depressing when you get older and realise things are not as easy as they seem or use to be. This is my biggest fear. And it's all about that girl, that girl with that pretty eyes &amp; awesome dimples. I close my eyes and wander back to childhood, running around with no worries/fears. My friends and I there stood laughing &amp;amp; giggling with happy tears. Asking permission to spend the night. Everything seemed quite alright. Opening my eyes, I face reality now. &amp; then I cry looking around &amp;amp; seeing before me the things that make me die inside. Wondering what happen to the old days that seemed to fly right by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116150201478797324?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116150201478797324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116150201478797324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116150201478797324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116150201478797324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-am-i-suppose-to-say.html' title='What Am I suppose to say ?'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116144756859096139</id><published>2006-10-21T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:19:28.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OC !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(edit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today is a depressing day cause I had to break fast alone at home. Cause apparently everyone was out and I was left alone again. It's damn sad okay. I studied BIO ? Though I couldn't register all the information but It was was still worth my time. I couldn't resist tempatations but I had to watch the OC. Cause my sister has all the seasons of the OC lying on her table. It's just so tempting lah. And yes, dudes. I am starting it all over from season one. I think Marissa is so pretty and ryan is like so sweet. hurr. And luke can just go suck dicks okay. Damn him. Seth is like adorable too. And I know, summer &amp; him will work out one day. heh. I am gonna watch the second part later when everyone is not awake. I'm gonna be a ZOMBIE today. I've got to study too. I've got many distractions bt let me rest my mind for awhile okay ? ha. Oh, and then she just called me. I'm happy to hear her, actually. And she called to check on me ? hmpf. I am tongue-tied and I better be. hur. Okay now, back to the OC ! Goodnight, world (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you ever love me ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116144756859096139?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116144756859096139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116144756859096139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116144756859096139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116144756859096139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; b&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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;Yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;TORTURING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've made plenty of hearts to bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I ruined it, I screwed it up big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Felt apologies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am left with nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to make all these seem better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've lost that one thing I tried to hold on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm broken but I'm hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With these emotions, I am stucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And the more, I try to feel the less I'm whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All alone on the edge of seventeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116140673451070866?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116140673451070866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116140673451070866' title='0 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some will seek forgiveness, others escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I heard a voice through the dischord of a deluge of passers-by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw one gaze frozen in time watching me passing by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I swear I'll know your face in the crowd, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I'll hear your voice so loud when you're whispering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey unfaithful I will teach you to be stronger, to be stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey ungraceful I will teach you to fogive one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's my kiss to betray desperate to brush the lips of grace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you feel hollow when you think of how I've lied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh sweet angel of mercy with your grace like the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrap your loving arms around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh sweet angel of mercy with your grace like the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrap your loving arms around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey unfaithful I will teach you to be stronger, to be stronger.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey ungraceful I will teach you to forgive one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey unfaithful I will teach you to be stronger, to be stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey unloving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116131583038981213?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;leave&lt;/s&gt;,&lt;s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sometimes wanting to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Situations get complexed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stepping in another shoe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wondering how I'll turn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For If love has left its imprint here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then so have I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116102189407012387?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116056823466069288</id><published>2006-10-11T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:03:54.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now, look what you've done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(edit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;take a moment, hear my woes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And so now, I sit here feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The light in your eyes keeps fading out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The night's falling deeper in the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hiding the truth and crashing down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My baby's a dancer in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Run to your boy, don't conceal your scars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Run to your boy, let him feel your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116056823466069288?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116056823466069288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116056823466069288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;This needed to happen at this point in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I love you all the same right from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;We'd love, not fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&amp; sorry for being random here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I am still thinking whether to absent from school tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;This flu is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I feel the temperature rising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And yet, this all has to happen today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Break down, baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;This heart is yours to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116055290988046722?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116055290988046722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116055290988046722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116055290988046722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116055290988046722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#996633;"&gt;The hardest part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I want to breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I hope you're still here &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I awesomely miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;maybe not now, maybe never, but you have been the remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;keep our xoxo(s) constant like your tattoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And I'm tired of being all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;unsure, insecure ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;nobody said it wasnt okay, nobody said it'd be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116048315291285355?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116048315291285355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116048315291285355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116048315291285355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116048315291285355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/faded.html' title='faded.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116038932278885153</id><published>2006-10-09T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:22:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your kiss, your smile, your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're sunlight in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I miss your breath on my neck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we whisper in the night&lt;/strong&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;Didn't wanna want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't wanna wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And find that I was falling so fast&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't wanna need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now look what you've done&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I can't go on without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not that strong without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your touch, your skin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't believe the way you let me in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't rush tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need you like the ocean needs the tide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't wanna want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't wanna wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And find that I was falling so fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't wanna need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now look what you've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I can't go on without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not that strong without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I always thought I would stand on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Climb a mountain top all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Relying, depending on no one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now look at what you've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I can't go on without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not that strong without 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;&lt;strong&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never thought I could love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never thought I could need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never thought I could want you The way I do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never thought I could love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never thought I could need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never thought I could want you The way I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you I need you I want you, the way I do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inconsequential,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116038932278885153?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116030958856405088</id><published>2006-10-08T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:13:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/1600/PICT01821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/200/PICT01821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Ash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116030958856405088?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116030958856405088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116030958856405088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116030958856405088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116030958856405088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/credits-to-ash.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116022772077140903</id><published>2006-10-07T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:28:42.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome BABY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;heh. Down to Bishan Library to study with Ashie baby ! :D hurrr, I did only like four questions &amp; I got distracted. haha. She's was being super sweet today. heh (: Oh, and I saw that Diana. It was so hilarious lah. haha. Ash was being an irritant by shouting my damn name from some corner of the library. Oh man, I tell you. Which part of S I L E N T don't you understand ? heh. &amp; then she was feeling hungry and she did a good deed today. SHE MADE ME BREAK FAST OKAY ! well done, ash. I felt so guilty okay. damnit. I've never done this before okay. hurrrr. Back to the library, we talked, talked &amp;amp; talked. Haha.  And so, she kept insisting to give diana a ring and ask her to come &amp; study with us both. heh. Diana's friend was there too. So when they came, I couldn't keep my gap shut. I just kept on talking but apparently those three ignored me. Pfft ): But I am sure I entertained them :D haha. &amp; soon, it was farewell (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I MISS HER LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116022772077140903?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116022772077140903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116022772077140903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116022772077140903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116022772077140903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/awesome-baby.html' title='Awesome BABY !'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116015100740067582</id><published>2006-10-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:31:53.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Seventh Monthsary, Ashie baby ! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love in London &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116015100740067582?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116015100740067582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116015100740067582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116015100740067582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116015100740067582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/love.html' title='LOVE.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-116013857457311885</id><published>2006-10-06T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:45:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shanye Ward; No Promises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;doing things that we love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Every time you're near I feel like I'm in heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling high I don't want to let go, girl.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I just need you to know girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't wanna run away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;baby you're the one I need tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I just wanna die in your arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't want to run away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I want to stay forever, thru time &amp;amp; time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No promises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't wanna run away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't wanna be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No Promises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;now and forever my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No promises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't wanna run away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-116013857457311885?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/116013857457311885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=116013857457311885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116013857457311885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/116013857457311885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/shanye-ward-no-promises.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115996750159629090</id><published>2006-10-04T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:15:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is LOVE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mabel, Liane, Krystl, Mary, Natasha, Jaryne, Samantha, Novelyn, Yingmin, Jiarui &amp; Shermain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks a&lt;strong&gt; MILLION&lt;/strong&gt; for that &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; gift. You guys are great (: Really, I owe everything to you ladies (: AWESOME BABY !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And to those who made this day possible in one way or another, thanks a million for all the birthday wishes. I really appreciate all of them sincerely. My dearest friends, you all are &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And i want to thank you, too for keeping constant all these while. You have given me alot of courage and I'm ready to let you know that you've touched my heart. There's just too many I'd like to tell you but now is never the right time. Someday I'll learn to need you. Being scared as you said, isn't wrong at all. Even if all were to fail, I'm glad to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115996750159629090?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115996750159629090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115996750159629090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115996750159629090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115996750159629090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/awesome.html' title='Awesome.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115987248339581249</id><published>2006-10-03T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:50:34.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;School was AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Liane, Mabel, Sam &amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the calling.&lt;br /&gt;there's only room for four.&lt;br /&gt;no hassle, we'd give and take, we'd love, not fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey unloving, I'll love you and I'll love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115987248339581249?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115987248339581249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115987248339581249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115987248339581249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115987248339581249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/10/hooray.html' title='hooray.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115943930613922209</id><published>2006-09-28T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:33:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; Pretty words, Beautiful Lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The past few days have been tiring and sleepy. Four weeks away from the major exams are not very far. The dream of going to a JC has been all shattered lah. I can't make it man. But still, I am not giving up. Pfft. &amp; today is gonna be the last day of tuition. Damnit. I need to practice on my own alr. Hur, I really want to do well okay. I need to get through this, It's hard but we don't have a choice. This has been my biggest worry. Mental stamina, I need the strength to go on. How I wish, this was all over &amp;amp; I do not have to deal with it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So adamant, she is. I am wasting my time on trivial complications of the heart and mind. I really would appreciate if you live up to your school's motto "Women of Integrity". The truth is obvious &amp; her ego is just so big that she can't be honest. What's wrong with you and what were you thinking ? I wished it was me I believed in. I wish I wasn't so naive. I wish I knew what to say or do but I don't. Probably you would. Bonds that break, loved ones fade. I hope the miles find a bridge. Why does the heart bleed &amp;amp; why am I so tongue-tied ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am letting inconsequential things plaque my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115943930613922209?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115943930613922209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115943930613922209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115943930613922209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115943930613922209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-am-i-so-tongue-tied-i-am-letting.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115893157801178202</id><published>2006-09-22T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:26:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flabbergasted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I cannot take this anymore. I am losing the strength to go on for another month. Endurance is all it takes &amp; I so don't have it. I am so tired lah, my eyes are so tired too. &amp;amp; today is such a FANTABULOUS day. Hur, damnit lah. I was feeling irritated, annoyed for no particular reason. Apparently, I think I am going through Pre-menstrual Syndrome. Pffft ): I hate to see my tamil results. It's out &amp; I failed my paper two ? DAMN DAMN DAMN. I am so irritated with myself ! hur. Probably I should bite my wrist like what liane did to vent her frustrations. Arghh. The feeling sucks okay. I can't even do well for my second language. Whatever lah, so annoying. I am doing everything that I should not be doing. Tsk. Monday falls, fasting starts. It's so quick, It feels like I just did it when it was like last year. Sometimes, it's so difficult to make it a point to be faithful to my own religion. It's good in a way, the fats that are multiplying my stomach can at least loosen up a little. heh. And now, If I continue typing. I'll start being crappy. GOODBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115893157801178202?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115893157801178202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115893157801178202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115893157801178202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115893157801178202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/09/flabbergasted.html' title='flabbergasted.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115875866775462821</id><published>2006-09-20T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:24:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/1600/Fazilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/200/Fazilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh man, she's HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Her name is Fazilla Mohanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I keep looking at this picture with my eyes wide open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Her SMILE makes my day okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;HOT MATERIAL (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115875866775462821?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115875866775462821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115875866775462821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115875866775462821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115875866775462821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-man-shes-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115874580175158468</id><published>2006-09-20T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:50:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And so, this marks the end of prelims. There's still so much to do for Os with so little time. Tsk. And here, I'm wasting my time by being online. Ash is being such a irritant now, such a pest you know I tell you. Hurhur. I just uploaded the graduation photos to my friendster. I've got really few pictures now. I can't be bothered lah. heh. &amp; I've got this stupid DOOFUS face expression whenever I am captured in the camera. Damnit. DOOFUS. I am pretty sure to get 30 over points for prelims. Apparently, even the ITE(s) wouldn't want me. This is so DEMORALISING. Pfft ): I am so tired right now but I am still online spending my time so wisely NOT. I need to rest my eyes man. My table is so MESSY. It's piled up with books and papers. I need to clean it soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am back after taking a nap, I just woke up. And I still want to go back to me beautiful sleep. Haha, I am such a PIG lah. Oh, we both fall asleep on the phone with each other ? How lame can we get. Cause I didn't want to end the conversation. Haha. Alright, I'll come back later. Farewell (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115874580175158468?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115874580175158468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115874580175158468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115874580175158468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115874580175158468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-so-this-marks-end-of-prelims.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115867267751590493</id><published>2006-09-19T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:31:17.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Please don't let this turn into something&lt;br /&gt;it's not I can only give you everything I've got&lt;br /&gt;I can't be as sorry as you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I still love you more than anyone else could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I keep thinking throughout this whole flight&lt;br /&gt;Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right&lt;br /&gt;This splintered mast I'm holding on won't save me long&lt;br /&gt;Because I know fine well that what I did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last girl in the last reason to make this last for as long as I could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; First kiss in your first time that I felt connected to anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The final word in the final seconds you ever learned to me was love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have got through so much worse than this before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so different this time that you can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;You say it is much more than just my last mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And we should spend some time apart for both our sakes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't know where to look &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My words just break and melt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just save me from this darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115867267751590493?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115867267751590493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115867267751590493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115867267751590493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115867267751590493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/09/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115856975898829923</id><published>2006-09-18T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:55:59.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demoralising.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;okay, 2 more days for prelims to be over. The O levels are drawing nearer &amp; nearer. With six more weeks to go &amp;amp; we'll all be on our own. It's darn sad lah. Alright, speaking about today. It was F&amp;N. Prelims are really &lt;strong&gt;DEMORALISING.&lt;/strong&gt; ): Damnin lah. Last minute studying really sucks &amp;amp; I seriously lack mental stamina. I can't do papers which are TWO hours long. Hur, I hate prelims lah. -.- Oh, I've got a advance birthday gift from my pretty sexy AWESOME jane ! (: She's so funny yet so sweet. Heh, love you lah JANE :D A shirt that says "I MAY NOT BE PERFECT BUT SOME PARTS OF ME ARE PRETTY AWESOME". hahaha! okay, now my dear classmates. you should know what are the some parts of me are PRETTY AWESOME. Alright, I'm so crappy now. Yesterday I was so broken but today everything seemed alright even though they're NOT. Right now, I need to go and study for accounts. It's two hours long too, ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt; Sigh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing like you &amp; I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115856975898829923?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115856975898829923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115856975898829923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115856975898829923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115856975898829923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/09/demoralising.html' title='Demoralising.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115849893114788369</id><published>2006-09-17T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:15:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lies that needed to be uncovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;downright broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115849893114788369?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115849893114788369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115849893114788369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115849893114788369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115849893114788369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/09/lies-that-needed-to-be-uncovered.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115813009476007139</id><published>2006-09-13T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:48:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To start of with, Nisha and I would like to wish Jane a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birhday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, Nisha has locked her laptop away and is being so mean so me, being so nice and kind, will help her update her blog, whenever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, we had SS which was alright, if the topics yuou studied came out. If not, good luck cause you'll need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday, Nisha had MT but I forgot to ask her how it went. And after that we had Accounts which was quite okay. Oh, and Nisha likes the new Giordano lycra tops. She likes the green one and the brown one and basically most of the colours. Plus, her birthday is coming. (: *hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, I'd like to tell Nisha that, I love my Sexy Indian the most-est. More than her *ahem* fling ever will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love, Hot Chindian. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115813009476007139?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115813009476007139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115813009476007139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115813009476007139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115813009476007139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-start-of-with-nisha-and-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115649385883432863</id><published>2006-08-25T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:17:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hurhur, I'm back again. And so, they decided not to go for Council Farewell. So I didn't go too. School was alright. I was alone during tamil again. He praised my Compo. He was like it is a well written compo. Haha. I got 36/50 which I think can be better. I'm starting to do all his work now cause I really wanna get better grades. Haha. And so, geog was boring NOT. Double chem was alright lah, he was in a frustrated mood. Pfft ): Recess with MABEL :D Muffins from samantha, so delicious okay. YUM ! Haha. Photographs with the japanese girls. I think that girl is pretty too, haha. So mabel, you think you very hot lah. You won the hearts of all races. It's nothing great lah. Hahaha! Maths was fun ! Played Bingo with Rachel &amp; Sharon. I won okay. SS was wasted away cause Mr Tan apparently didn't come to school. Cam whored, Cam whored. Watched the inter class debates during assembly. 3C deserve to won lah. That indian girl speaks so well and fluently okay. And then, started talking about how smart indians are. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And, the motion of today's debates was "THE HOUSE BELIEVES THAT THE PAST IS BETTER THAN THE PRESENT".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chinese=Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Indians=Lawyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Malays=Hawker Centres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, that is what the great, LIANE LOPEZ concluded. I agree in a way with the malays one. Haha. Not insulting but sometimes truth hurts lah. Hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been thinking, thinking, thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this while, it's been all the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's always you &amp; her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seem to be nonchalent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have tolerated enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too much for me to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll still be tolerant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many things bothering me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want them to take over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115649385883432863?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115649385883432863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115649385883432863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115649385883432863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115649385883432863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/08/hope.html' title='Hope.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115624057567103409</id><published>2006-08-22T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:56:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So I am here again after a long while. Things have been going fine in school. Today was hilarious with Jaryne &amp; Liane. They're damnit funny ! Hahahaha. Speaking about school, I have been been a loner in tamil class for two days lah. He didn't come to school today and that lady took me. Hah, I think she's quite nice but ANNOYING. Haha. For the first time, I finished a well-written compo when the first period ended. I feel proud of myself okay. And I love my handwriting, seriously. It's so neat :D Okay, I am crappy today. Oh, and I am not taking 855 to school anymore. Like, in the morning I walk all the way to the mrt station and then board the 195 bus. I think I reach school earlier than usual. Prelim practicals on thursday, damn. I haven't studied. Pfft ):  Steamboat on saturday ! Probably I will go, I don't know. If I don't make it, then Mabel would kill me. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CONFESSION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE MY MABELINA CHEAH ! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never the same again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115624057567103409?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115624057567103409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115624057567103409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115624057567103409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115624057567103409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/08/screw-you.html' title='Screw you.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115561377130712471</id><published>2006-08-15T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:49:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfghjkl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Deceived Emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yet another day, in school. The weather is COLD. It's a heavy downpour. Damn. Such a good weather to throw yourself into bed and cover yourself with the comforter. Haha. Oh, and I wonder whether she went to school. Tired-ness is not an excuse to skip school okay. Haha. Morever, I am like more tired than you lah. Haha. If she hadn't gone to school, she would be sleeping like a PIG now. Hurrr, Whatever. I have to survive another three more periods of lessons till school ends. Pfft ): SS, POA &amp; Math. I would definitely fall asleep, I know. My brain cells are not working anymore, I don't have the mental strength to carry on already lah. TSK. But endurance. ENDURE. I have still not decided whether I want to see her after school. I am still deciding. Hurhur. I'll see what mood I'll be in when school ends. Haha. Okay, I'll update later. BYE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115561377130712471?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115561377130712471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115561377130712471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115561377130712471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115561377130712471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/08/asdfghjkl.html' title='asdfghjkl.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115554674005097069</id><published>2006-08-14T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:12:20.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Mixtape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So few come and don't go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here in a long while. My internet is down at home for the time being. Tsk. So I am in school using the damn computer. Better in a way, I guess ? I will be able to be more focused. My prelims are nearing. PARANOID. The days come and go with just a flicker of a finger. Pfft. So much that I do not want to retake Tamil O level, I need to retake. TSK. C6 is not me lah, haha. Things are back to where I started off with. My eyes hurt. I am emotionally defeated. Everything hurts me, the things I see. The things she do, it all come to a point where it will hit me so hard. I am vulnerable, so be it. I don't know where did I go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me today, I'll say that I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lie, you knew what you had&lt;br /&gt;You still walked away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me in this mess&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is deep &amp; &lt;s&gt;Meaningless.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM BROKEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU LIKE HOW I'VE ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115554674005097069?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115554674005097069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>GOODBYE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;GONE FOR GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's all said and done but it won't take away my love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gone going&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mahal kita, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115510808691397866?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115496357590069952</id><published>2006-08-07T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:12:55.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yet another month has passed, it's the 5th month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 5th, sweets (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Each time I am about to see you, I get butterflies in my stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;EMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mascara bleeds a blackened tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I did love you with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My heart is heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;3her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;3her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;3her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;3her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;3her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115496357590069952?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115496357590069952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115496357590069952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115496357590069952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115496357590069952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/08/heavy-heart_07.html' title='Heavy heart.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115477133157029347</id><published>2006-08-05T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:48:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLAUSTROPHOBIC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/1600/mcgldj.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/320/mcgldj.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;asdfghjkl, feelings mixed.&lt;br /&gt;I drift away in my emotions while reminiscing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115477133157029347?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115477133157029347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115477133157029347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115477133157029347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115477133157029347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/08/claustrophobic.html' title='CLAUSTROPHOBIC.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115470669650561486</id><published>2006-08-04T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:51:36.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tell me, you're never gonna walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When all is said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Will we still feel pain inside? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Will the scars go away with night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Try to smile for the morning light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's like the best dream to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Where every thing is not so bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Every tear is so alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Like God himself is coming home to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm sorry I have to say it but you look like you're sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Your smile is gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've noticed it bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The cure is if you let in just a little more love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I promise you this, a little's enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Apart.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115461561103609966</id><published>2006-08-03T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:02:38.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, I am again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; together, we see it coming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am not suppose to go online or update my blog during the weekdays bt temptations are hard to resist. Haha. Nothing much lah, today. I was in a sleepy mood for chemistry. I wasn't paying attention, I couldn't think straight. Whatever lah. Haiyah ! Oh, and during recess I got my hair tied. &lt;strong&gt;I LOOKED LIKE A PRIMARY SCHOOL KID LAH !&lt;/strong&gt; Most of them said my hair sucks. And yes, my dear yingmin had to add in by saying that I look like a MONGOLIA KID. HAHAHA ! Hilarious man, I tell you. Haha. And then, corissa dared me to go and meet the girlfriend with that hair. asdfghjklmnh. And I know, I will definitely get negative remarks so I was prepared. As much as I thought, I got negative remarks. Anyway, I cannot care less because I liked my hair today. I think I was so cute, uber adorable lah. Okay, fine. I will stop talking about myself. Okay then, tuition was boring /: I yawned so many times okay. Hurhur, there's double chem tomorrow. YAY ! Mother Tongue is first period, pffft ): I haven't completed the letter writing to the prisoners. Oh man, Shucks. I am not planning to complete it anyway. Haha.&lt;strong&gt; I RECEIVED A LETTER FROM MY DEAREST FRIEND, CHRISTINA !&lt;/strong&gt; And now, she knows I am in love, I AM IN LOVE. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;My head is going bonkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I need to know what she needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;to speak to me about later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Confessions ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I am paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Is it about you feeling for another ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Breaking free ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;If only you knew, how much I feel for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115461561103609966?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115461561103609966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115461561103609966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115461561103609966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115461561103609966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here, I am again.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115444665059786937</id><published>2006-08-01T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:37:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP &amp; REWIND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My monday &amp; tuesday with &lt;em&gt;her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My feet, my head, my eyes. They hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Random feelings, random thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't help but to notice in the bedroom something's changed. There's a picture on the dresser that's gone missing from the frame. I could ask you but you'd answer in that same familiar way. That there's nothing wrong, and everything's okay. &lt;strong&gt;How you gonna say you're never gonna leave me lonely? How you gonna say you're never gonna walk away? Knowing that you'd break me if you ever say goodbye, So you keep on telling me that everything will be alright, And it's a beautiful lie.&lt;/strong&gt; You, falling back into the rhythm. I could never forget you. On my fingertips, hurts so good, can't go on like this. Here comes another sunrise, like a broken promise in the skies, It's about to be a different day but you keep on living that same old lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115444665059786937?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115444665059786937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115444665059786937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115444665059786937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115444665059786937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/08/stop-rewind.html' title='STOP &amp; REWIND.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115418799383998860</id><published>2006-07-29T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:54:18.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than that.</title><content type='html'>Yet another day with the girlfriend. Okay, the train ride down to kallang was so weird. Practically everyone was staring at me cause I was eating the candy she gave me. The candy kept getting stuck in between my teeth. It was funny in a way, bt I didn't laugh. Cause the commuters will think that I am crazy. Met her at that SPH building, and then off to serangoon central for food :D I think I took so many bus rides today okay, Pfft ): I like it anyway. Haha. Ate at Mac's. She takes uber long to finish a burger okay. TskTsk. Small Kid, that's why. Hahaha. I am not trying to say I am a very grown-up girl though there's only one yr difference between us. Bt still, you're damn small lah. Haha. She went to upsize my meal and not hers ! Idiot you know. Okay lah, I am a fatty lah. If it makes you happy :D Alright then, meal over. Back to that SPH building, her sister happily went back home with her cousin. ALAMAK. The crazy one(ash) got so pissed okay. I am afraid when she gets damn pissed lah. She pulled my hair all okay, it hurt bt then I still laughed. It was downright hilarious. Haha. It's funny how the way she gets pissed at trivial matters. Anyhows, I still love her. And then, another bus ride back to aljunied. We couldn't decide where to go so I suggested Punggol Beach ? Haha. Another bus ride, yet again. We walked till the end. We passed by these three malay young men who were fishing on a saturday evening. Yupyup, and they caught a STINGRAY ! It was actually quite gross, bt yeah it's for consumption. I've ate it before, DUH. And then, one of them was like it has got a baby. Haa, I think it was funny. The way he said it, haha. Okay then, sat at some rocks or whatever you call that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ear plugs on, watched the waves as they come in, watch the night fall and stare at the stars hand in hand. All that made me happy. I love the way we are now, with no worries and no cares. I never thought this will be the kind of love I would share with you. Your happiness, my happiness. I miss you, Sweet love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will love you more than that, I won't say those words, then take them back. Don't give loneliness a chance. Baby, listen to me when I say "I will love you more than that". There's not a day that passes by. I don't wonder why we haven't tried. It's not too late to change your mind. So take my hand, don't say goodbye.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115418799383998860?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115418799383998860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115418799383998860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115418799383998860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115418799383998860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-than-that.html' title='More than that.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115409716625607993</id><published>2006-07-28T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:32:46.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISENGAGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I've been singing the BEST DENKI nowadays. I think I make people laugh out of a broken hearts. Hahaha! I think it's downright hilarious too. I just blend in words which sound japanese and then I just sing whatever that comes to my mind. Furthermore, being &lt;strong&gt;TONE DEAF&lt;/strong&gt; is the funny part. Haha. I sang to her on the phone this morning, and she laughed too. :D School was okay. Double chem was good, did the potassium dichromate VI experiment. He asked us to add one drop of universal indicator bt me being the annoying one added four drops. And, guess what ? My colour turn out so nice okay, it was red ! :D I LIKE okay. Math is getting really boring, I try to keep my eyes awake cause I am falling asleep all the time. Assembly was lefnjknencoijife ! We had briefing for the graduation photo taking. Okay, Xinni scribbled all over my SS notes okay. That butch is so crazy. Haha, ask me what I like and I'll answer "I LIKE PUSSYS !" (WITH EXPRESSIONS ON MY FACE). Hahaha! Sasha fingers are so midget okay. Haha, No offence eh. Like short and fatty bom bom ! She was pulling the hair from my knees, they all are so amazed at my hairy legs. Damnit lah, now everyone will know that I get turned on easily cause&lt;strong&gt; I AM GODDAMNIT HAIRY&lt;/strong&gt; ! Hahaha. There's a saying like &lt;strong&gt;"HAIRY PEOPLE ARE HORNY PEOPLE ?!". &lt;/strong&gt;And yes, SS mock was bad. Really bad, pffft ): I did the twelve mark question and not the thirteen marks one. Like I was blank in my head cause obviously I didn't study. Bt somehow, I feel guilty. &lt;strong&gt;TRIPPLE GUILTY ):&lt;/strong&gt; It's a friday, so the usuals. HabboHotel is so not for me. Haha, It's so horny-fied okay. TskTsk. We saw this really adorable little kid at kovan station. He's so CUTE okay. His name is RAHUL. I swear, i love kids lah. GERAM! :D :D And I saw another one inside the train, his name is SHAM. I know their names cause when I see adorable kids like them, I SHUT UP NOT. So I will be like "What's your name?"- In that ACT SWEET voice. Okay, Now I am off. BYE, BLOG READERS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115409716625607993?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115409716625607993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115409716625607993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115409716625607993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115409716625607993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/disengage.html' title='DISENGAGE.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115392078253870061</id><published>2006-07-26T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:33:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM TIRED MENTALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold an image of the ashtray girl&lt;br /&gt;As the cigarette burns on my chest&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem that described her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That put my friendship to the test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And late at night&lt;br /&gt;Whilst on all fours&lt;br /&gt;She used to watch me kiss the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's wrong with this picture?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farewell the ashtray girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden snowflake&lt;br /&gt;Beware this troubled world&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for earthquakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye to open sores &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To broken centre floor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know we miss her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We miss her picture &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it's faded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disintegrated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fear of growing old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it's faded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assassinated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fear of growing old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMNIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115392078253870061?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115392078253870061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115392078253870061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115392078253870061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115392078253870061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-tired-mentally.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115375584482850994</id><published>2006-07-24T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:44:04.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My last four days were spent with her including today. Haha, bt still I can't get enough of her. Today was a damn tiring day. Oh man, the NEL was out of order. And so, I had to take that stupid bus all the way to sengkang to meet her. The bus ride was so draggy and the bus was super crowded. All so eager to board the bus lah, singaporeans are so annoying okay. TSK ): I sat beside this BIG-SIZED OLD MAN. Okay, he fall asleep on the bus. But ah, his head kept on falling onto my shoulders okay. I felt like making his damn head straight lah. Pffft ): I met her soon, down to her crib. Her sister ah, like to pinch my FATTY FATS at my stomach area. It's so ticklish okay, so funny laaaa. I screamed and screeched so loud. Oh, and I cried for something, I stood there like a small kid and cried. And she can still laugh and kept on repeating the same old words. "Omg, so adorable, so cute". WTH laaaa ? TskTsk. There's a new maid over at her place, haha. &lt;strong&gt;SHE OPENED THE ROOM DOOR WHILE WE WERE LYING DOWN !&lt;/strong&gt; Damnit, We were shcoked. Thanks ah, ash. &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOT DOING SOMETHING THAT IS SO IMPORTANT.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. I had to hurry for tuition soon, my ez link was stucked somewhere around the house. She helped me in the finding of it, thanks ah. And then, I read that long note. Hahaha. I READ IT ! So sweet of her. Thinking of me all, not bad ah. Tuition ended so late, I made it home at ten. Gave her a ring, spoke for a while. And she said this "Bye, Pretty Girl". That was so not her, but yeah she said it. Enough about today, Goodnight :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DREAD COMING HOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To ease the pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to stained it red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't do it again, I hope I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115375584482850994?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115375584482850994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115375584482850994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115375584482850994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115375584482850994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-last-four-days-were-spent-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115371536705604628</id><published>2006-07-24T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T12:29:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Along the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Close to you, so far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rented room, an empty space,&lt;br /&gt;Sirens bleeding through the open door,&lt;br /&gt;Movie scene in black and white,&lt;br /&gt;The snow falls down alone tonight.&lt;br /&gt;No one's ever felt like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What went wrong with you and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is my apology. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos even when I fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;you stay with me, You stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stuck inside a broken frame&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching as seasons change,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping time will finally set me free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Suddenly, you're standing there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A crowded street, a lonely stare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A thousand miles of traffic in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What went wrong with you and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is my apology. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment that I leave,&lt;br /&gt;you stay with me, You stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every letter that you wrote stays with me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And every promise that I broke, stays with me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everything that's left inside, stays with me, It stays with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Close to you, so far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rented room, an empty space,&lt;br /&gt; Sirens bleeding through the open door,&lt;br /&gt;Movie scene in black and white,&lt;br /&gt;The snow falls down alone tonight.&lt;br /&gt;No one's ever felt like this before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115371536705604628?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115371536705604628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115371536705604628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115371536705604628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115371536705604628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/along-way.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115363132430363512</id><published>2006-07-23T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:08:44.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/1600/PICT0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/200/PICT0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The end of the road, so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The feelings that I hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Trapped inside are lies of the past I can't replace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Memories that linger won't seem to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;EFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115363132430363512?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115363132430363512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115363132430363512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115363132430363512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115363132430363512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/f.html' title='F.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115358887929162686</id><published>2006-07-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T01:21:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So I haven't been in here for awhile. Life's been pretty much the same old routine. I will only be coming online on the weekends cause of distractions. Oh, friday was a day well spent with the girlfriend. At night, we headed down to punggol beach. Hand in hand, we walked looking at PRETTY PRETTY stars thinking about PRETTY PRETTY things. (: Our lips met, I loved the way she tasted, I love the way we speak with our eyes with silence. I loved everything about friday, it was a wonderful evening. Okay, now back to today. I went to watch the musical alone lah. And so, the auditorium was so empty. The musical's so good. Sheila acting as the grandmother was so funny, hahahaha! Her voice and all the accent blending in and all, downright hilarious lah. Hahaha! But her scting skills, power lah. My feet was so painful okay. I walked with pain in my feet for the whole day lah. Damnit. The musical ended soon. After that, I walked around alone till about six. Okay, I know I am such a loner, bt yeah. Went back to the HDB HUB, get dressed in ethnic costume. Guess what, the sales were bad ! Omg, I only managed to sell like two t-shirts and three programme booklets ): ): I was walking around, running here and there. And I swear my feet was killing me. I think I have blisters already. Haha. Many couldn't get in on the first attempt. Pffft ): &lt;strong&gt;LIANE AS WELL AS SAM WERE DROP DEAD GORGEOUS LAH ! HOT CHINDIAN &amp; HOT MALAYALEE ! &lt;/strong&gt;And so, I was standing near the esclator waiting for some generous soul to purchase the t-shirts, I SAW ASH ! OMG, I TELL YOU ! I WAS SHOCKED LAH, seriously.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I ran away from her for awhile. And then, when I wanted to find her. She was nowhere to be found, yupyup. So I just went back there and I found new friends. Hahaha! Soon, all were going in. Musical started, I sneaked in for awhile to say hello to random people. Oh, and the first person I saw was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said hello and moved away from there. I turned to the exit and I go out. I tried to look for her bt she was nowhere. Haha. And so, I went back to the reception area. Played nonsense games, spoke and laugh with my new friends. Later, during the interval. I went in again, it was full house okay. The auditorium was so lkjwdqojiohnfecibncjd! Oh, I introduce both of them to each other. Yeah, I was happy. :D I was numb after that, my legs were shaking when I was standing around liane's seat. That feeling was terrible, I felt everything acting up again. I told myself, I cannot go back. I can't turn back in time, I will not and I never will. Cause at the end of the day, the one I love is ASH ! :D Sweetheart, I love you. I left the place soon, fetched my cute girl(her sister), walked aimlessly finding for the damn bus stop. My feet is like aching so bad, I tell you I wanna FAINT. Hahaha! I made it home before twelve. Goodnight, World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's a saturday and I am in love with ash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's my obsession (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love her, I love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your kisses never lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I miss you, pretty baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY SISTER'S BEING BITCHY ! DAMN HER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115358887929162686?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115358887929162686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115358887929162686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115358887929162686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115358887929162686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/damnit.html' title='Damnit.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115303693962942008</id><published>2006-07-16T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T16:02:19.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The OC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sunday. My parents are out, I don't know where they went. Bt I heard my mom saying that she's going to the airport. Probably, I was dreaming cause I was still asleep. Haha, okay my sister has not been coming home lately. It has been five days since I saw her lah. Tsk ): And my stomach cramps are killing me softly cause it's the first day of my period. Pfft ): I have to suffer for another three to four days. Oh, I watched the OC just now on star world. It's the end of season one. Haha. I think the OC song is nice. Maybe I'm amazed or Baby, I'm amazed. I don't know lah but it's really good. Yupyup. My mom is being such an irritant now. So annoying. I haven't been answering her questions lately. I cannot be bothered lah, I am such a letdown. I am on the line with her now. Bye Blog readers !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115303693962942008?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115303693962942008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115303693962942008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115303693962942008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115303693962942008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/oc.html' title='The OC!'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115297616431931899</id><published>2006-07-15T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:41:23.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAYBEATS !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOHO, BAYBEATS WAS SO FUN !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And how I wished that pretty girl could have been with us ytd. Oh wells, Esplanade was filled with so many malays okay. Malays being so pretty and good-looking, I saw alot of them. Haha. With my people, everything went oh-so well. I loved my company. LOVE ME BUTCH'S MUSIC IS GOOD, DAMN GOOD LAH. And yes, I left early. This means that I missed POPTART. Pfft ): Touched home at twelve. My eyes were half dead, so tired okay. Showered, threw myself on the bed with ear plugs. Haha. On a saturday morning, I woke up feeling lethargic still. Down to kovan to study with the girlfriend. Unfortunately, I couldn't study. I managed to only finish up some really simple sums. That's all for like five hours ? Okay, I better work on my concentration span. That girl is really hardworking. Haha, and her work is really neat and tidy. Okay, enough about that horny bitch. She can't control her temptations for nuts. Goddamnit. Please learn how to behave infront of your sisters lah, Tsk. I am currently stucked to Lips of an angel. Oh, the song's really good. And now, I'm waiting to hear her on the line so that I can go to bed with a peaceful mind. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17;"&gt;F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I gave you my heart and so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've loved you all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love me like you used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I never wanna say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115297616431931899?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115297616431931899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115297616431931899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115297616431931899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115297616431931899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/baybeats_15.html' title='BAYBEATS !'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115287263294244559</id><published>2006-07-14T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:31:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you could see the tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/1600/collage1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/200/collage1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/1600/nishmabesi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/200/nishmabesi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you knew how much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am broken, we are broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we walk pass each other &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, it hurts ?&lt;br /&gt;You are taking it further with you know who.&lt;br /&gt;You choose your feelings over us.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be mad at you, pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss you, Mabes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115287263294244559?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115287263294244559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115287263294244559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115287263294244559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115287263294244559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-only-you-could-see-tears.html' title='If only you could see the tears.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115280312153207265</id><published>2006-07-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:05:21.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you, Miss Cheah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You watch as we leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cause we ended it with a heartbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I lost you, a great friend you were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's hard to be angry when somethings are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I missed you so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Goodnight, go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115280312153207265?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115280312153207265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115280312153207265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115280312153207265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115280312153207265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-miss-you-miss-cheah.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115270152875937455</id><published>2006-07-12T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:52:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I woke up in the morning realising that I have not done my tamil compo. I don't know how I ended up on my bed sleeping. The next thing I know that it's morning. Pfft ): And the laptop was on for the entire night. The least my sister could do is to off it, but no. Inconsiderate, ): Oh wells, school was LOVE today. I kept thinking about her, I couldn't erase that image of her hand from my mind. It keeps rewinding the name that's carve on that wrist. It's hard to accept, It slowly is driving me insane. It played back so many time lah, pffft ): I can't seem to get my heart over it. Driving me up the walls, Tsk. Okay, Bio was practicals yet again. Bt in a way, it's better cause time passes very quickly. (: PE was useful, I vent my anger/emotions by running. We did skipping too. Hahaha. It helped, I felt much better. At least I hoped my other half of the day in school would be happier, but... Nevermind. Alright, Math classes for 5NA is gonna be all mixed up with effect from monday. And so, I've got Mrs Fung ? Okay, Monotone. Accounts and then school was out. It ended with a heartbreak, Unhappiness. I might forgive, Let's just wait and see. Eff everything, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just hear me out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I highly doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can make it through another of your episodes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lashing out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You wear me out But it's all right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lets go home and get stoned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We could end up making out instead of misery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Beat down and bruised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115270152875937455?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115270152875937455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115270152875937455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115270152875937455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115270152875937455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/heartbreak.html' title='A heartbreak.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115254558655308399</id><published>2006-07-10T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:33:06.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random people.</title><content type='html'>And so, this is what happens when I remove my password from my blog. Now you people know why, I put password. Yupyup. And so, random people with negative remarks. What do I say about them ? I have made them built so much hatred for me ? Actually, I don't even remember provoking anyone or passing negative remarks about random people. Like, whtever lah. I am not pissed exactly, bt disappointed. Pffft ):  Eff the remarks lah. I am not gonna care, my friends will reply for me. Thanks for the tags, friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dearest (smiles),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Haha, thank you for your comment. (: All the praises belongs to GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest Hater,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know who you are or whtsoever. I don't want to know either. I shall get this straight to the point. You visit my blog, you leave negative remarks about me. FINE. But don't pull my girlfriend into this. You're against me, just diss me. Probably you should think before you give others negative remarks about themselves. Check the dictionary for the meaning of a SLUT. Then maybe your conscience will prick you if you had/have one. I am involved in a GGR, so be it. I am happy with what I'm doing now. It's my choice, it's my life. I would really hope you do not bother about me, whtever I'm doing and whoever I am involved with anymore. You don't have to be sorry. Try to define yourself, you won't know who you are. Don't try to control others. Let go and let them be. Maybe some self-reflection would be useful. You can lead a better life, I am sure. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115254558655308399?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115254558655308399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115254558655308399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115254558655308399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115254558655308399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-people.html' title='Random people.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115245810792713395</id><published>2006-07-09T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:15:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/1600/PICT02321.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/200/PICT02321.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't turn away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it's all said and done, it gets hard but it won't take away my love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you'd stay. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115245810792713395?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115245810792713395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115245810792713395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115245810792713395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115245810792713395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_09.html' title='):'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115229067394859873</id><published>2006-07-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:06:34.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/200/collage.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beautiful Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 4th, Sweetheart.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115229067394859873?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115229067394859873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115229067394859873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115229067394859873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115229067394859873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115220014191197983</id><published>2006-07-06T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:39:42.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a beautiful smile, can stay for a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What makes us happy and upset ? A whole list of things that makes me happy, I wrote down. Unhappiness fills in too, but I don't want to think about them. And so, reminiscing does not make me happy anymore. Hur, forget it. I am not gonna dwell on the unpleasant past anymore. (: Life can be such a burden at times, pfft ): And today's dark clouds was a test for all of us. It looked like the world was coming to an end. School was out, finally. People and their unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samantha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I hope everything's gonna be alright ? Don't worry too much (: Let her know abt your feelings. She's sensible to enough to be a listening ear. Cheer up :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claudia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It has been long since I spoke to you. We all are here for you especially at this moment when you're going through so much. Remember, you're never alone. Life will be better for you soon, have faith. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115220014191197983?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115220014191197983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115220014191197983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115220014191197983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115220014191197983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-beautiful-love_115220014191197983.html' title='What a beautiful love.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115211036359439435</id><published>2006-07-05T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:39:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If saying sorry will help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest Eleven,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You hoped I read your note for me. Yes, I read. Probably I jumped into conclusions too quickly. I thought you hated me and I still think you do. But nevermind, It's normal. I am not against you or whtsoever. Insecurities, I can't help them from occuring to me. You helped her alot, I know. Thanks a million, It has always been appreciated. I am just paranoid lah. The least I could do is to apologise. I am very sorry and I mean it. The hurt you are feeling now won't disappear overnight, bt still I am really sorry. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115211036359439435?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115211036359439435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115211036359439435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115211036359439435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115211036359439435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-saying-sorry-will-help.html' title='If saying sorry will help.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115201500675325517</id><published>2006-07-04T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:10:06.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/1600/outings%20331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4892/2612/320/outings%20331.jpg" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me smile :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115201500675325517?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115201500675325517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115201500675325517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115201500675325517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115201500675325517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-makes-me-smile-d.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115201370930405835</id><published>2006-07-04T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:59:37.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sucker, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel fuked-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So many things running through my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cry at evrything that reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one seems to care, not evem you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't even rely on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Your ex girlfriend is so unfair.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;She's so mean, she's so mean, she's so mean.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I became a laughing stock to her.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I too vulnerable ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told my heart, I didn't want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am still tolerant of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am still tolerant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am holding on to everything still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My feelings are here, still strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eyes are tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I crumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for &lt;s&gt;acted&lt;/s&gt; like you cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and making me feel like I was the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and letting me know we are &lt;s&gt;done.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115201370930405835?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115201370930405835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115201370930405835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115201370930405835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115201370930405835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/screwed.html' title='Screwed.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115192834414777934</id><published>2006-07-03T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:05:45.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Okay, I felt very much better after blogging just now. Oh wells, I spent my whole day crying my eyeballs out. My eyes still feels tired, pffft ): Understand me please, will you ? Gabriella from high school musical is so pretty. Drop dead gorgeous, I tell you. And I think Samantha Marie Cheong Shui Xian can be one of the girls acting in high school musical. Hahaha. I actually did a little of studying today. But I still need to catch up, Tsk ):  Tmr is O level MT orals, I'm prepared NOT. I don't know how to handle conversations. Probably english words will blend in too. I just realised O level is a small step in life but it will bring you to greater heights in life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This could be the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It feels so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now looking in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The start of something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115192834414777934?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115192834414777934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115192834414777934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115192834414777934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115192834414777934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115190421885117652</id><published>2006-07-03T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:23:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I cried to sleep last night, I literally cried. It's tearing me apart and I've already fallen apart. It seems like it was my fault for loving you, it's my fault for getting hurt. It was all my fault. You don't seem to care, you do not care how I feel. Probably you care but you don't show it. All that matters to you is to attract other girls. I don't see the point in you doing this. You make me feel affected all the time and then it becomes my fault again. I can't always seem to call on you, wait for you, care for you, respect you, give in to you and tolerate all your nonsense. I knew all along I will feel the pain kicking in time and time again but I ignored that emotion and live a bloody facade. And this has to stop cause I can't take it anymore. You take me lightly, you so DO NOT take me seriously. I played the game by all the rules. You're dominant, so be it. You're possesive, so be it. Your vulgarities, so be it. Your hurt me physically, so be it. I tried to make you feel that this is not right and it's unbecoming of you, bt I failed once again. I tried to care, bt I felt tt I was taking control. Your pride was stronger than all these little things. You made me feel like a LOSER at times, nevermind I said. I am sadder but I am wiser too. You get lectures from your parents, it's my fault. I take all the blame, so be it. You always made me feel like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUCKIN' SLUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I gave my whole soul, body and mind to you. You never respected my dignity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115190421885117652?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115190421885117652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115190421885117652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115190421885117652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115190421885117652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/breaking-free.html' title='Breaking Free.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115181864752173346</id><published>2006-07-02T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:37:27.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You're there by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In every way I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that you would not forsake me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I give you my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Would not think twice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Your love is all I need believe me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I may not say it quite as much as I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I say I love you darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that means for good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So open up your heart and let me in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I will love you 'til forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So take my hand and hold on tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll get there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This I swear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm wondering how I ever got by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Without you in my life to guide me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Where ever I go the one thing that's true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Is everything I do, I do for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I may not say it quite as much as I should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When I say I love you darling that means for good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So open up your heart and let me in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I will love you 'til forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So take my hand and hold on tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And we'll get there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This I swear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So when ever you get there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just reach out for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll never let you down my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I will love you 'til forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So take my hand and hold on tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And we'll get there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This I swear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I will love you 'til forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So take my hand and hold on tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And we'll get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; This I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115181864752173346?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115181864752173346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115181864752173346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115181864752173346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115181864752173346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-there-by-my-side-in-every-way-i.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115177816984961474</id><published>2006-07-02T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T02:31:45.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO PORTUGAL !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your run later. Please Please don't carry on if you are really exhausted. Don't act like hero all okay. Haha. Anyhows, I miss you. I fucking miss you lah. TskTsk. Spend more time with me, please ? I feel rejected and neglected all the time. Don't tell me it's over cause I am not gonna let it happen. &amp;amp; I love you, I love you. 1217, hearts (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need you to need me, I want you to want me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115177816984961474?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115177816984961474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115177816984961474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115177816984961474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115177816984961474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-portugal.html' title='GO PORTUGAL !'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115167623922020194</id><published>2006-06-30T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:07:15.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A crying shame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You see the light die in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eff this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm vulnerable, I'm naive.&lt;/span&gt; My fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CRUMBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I CRUMBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I CRUMBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115167623922020194?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115167623922020194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115167623922020194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115167623922020194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115167623922020194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/crying-shame.html' title='A crying shame.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115158396543266281</id><published>2006-06-29T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:26:05.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I fall asleep on the book ytd night. I was waiting for the girlfriend to finish her flashcards and stuff. Poor her, okay. She finished everything only at 2am. &amp; I am so sorry, I wasn't of any help at all. ): Conversation ended at three and then goodnight, love. I have not talked to her since then. Hmmpf. It has been a long day for the girlfriend. I bet she's all letargic. Rest well, pretty baby (: Oh, and school is fucken funny. First two periods, english lesson. Comprehension passages about alcoholism and live coaching. They were both easy to undersatnd, how I wished 'O' level was like that. TskTsk. Math was alright. CME was boring okay, she keeps on saying like "It's really good to see you all back and It's such a relieve to see you all less sleepy and more livelier, I am really happy." She keeps on repeating okay. GRRRR ! And that made Liane, Sam &amp; myself not awake. Annoying lah, she. Hahahah. My precious book is in a super bad condition. It has dog ears already lah, damnit. And so, I start to wonder how is "My Friend, Leonard" doing there. Fingers crossed. I hope it's in a good condition, still. Hahah. Mr sekaran has task for me to do AGAIN. It was hard finding for the express indian girls to see him. They're like scattered all over. Pffft ): Bio was FUN ! Practicals, I love lah. Seriously, time passes so quickly. &amp;amp; snails are disgusting. Okay, Yeast stinks. And we had to smell the solution that is mixed with yeast, glucose &amp; a layer of oil. Gross, I tell you. =/ But still, practicals are uber interesting &amp;amp; fun. :D Honeyvan Macapugay, stop being so &lt;strong&gt;KAN CHIONG&lt;/strong&gt; lah ! Haha, and honey missed me during the Hols. YAY ! Okay, enough. School ended at one fifteen today. Lunch-ed at tea gardens with Claudski Boo, Mabes &amp; Sam. Hahaha, lunch was downright hilarious. Mabel &amp;amp; Sam kept on irritating each other in a super funny way. When they start speaking to each other, they just end up quarreling. (not seriously though). And then, I stuffed the nugget with barbeque sauce into mabel's mouth. Attempt failed. She dipped the same nugget into caramel syrup. Mine was not forced into my mouth but I took a bite. Hahahah! Then, we call it a day. I made it home, felt asleep on the couch. Like I slept for two and a half hour okay. Such a oxymoronic, I am. Now, homework time. &lt;em&gt;I love you, I miss you much.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liane, you're the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mabel, you're the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sam, you're the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115158396543266281?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115158396543266281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115158396543266281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115158396543266281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115158396543266281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_29.html' title='=/'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115149223093229432</id><published>2006-06-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:40:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play, Laugh, Study.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Play, Laugh, Study. School is all about this right now. Hahahah! And I think Nicolette Shankaran is so pretty. The prettiest indian girl I ever seen in my school. Give that girl three years, and a gorgeous young lady she will become. SO HOT, :D :D Probability is so much easier than I thought it was. Hahaha. We had to sprint for five rounds for PE today. It was very tiring. pffft ): Bt working out after so long is not a good thing, Everyone is gonna complain of muscle cramps tmr. Haha. &amp;amp; the class is going to be empty cause absentees will be MORE. Chemistry was great, I want to do more practicals. Chemistry is jst so amazing. Tell me about it man. Yupyup. Bio, she was not there. We spend our time doing straw hearts/stars. Thanks, EVELYN ! Promiscous is a song which will turn you/me/everyone on. HOT (: Buttons by PCD too. HOT HOT HOT ! hahaha. School was intriguing filled with delights. YAY. I'll update later, When I make it home from tuition. I love you, I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Miss lopez, Don't Care Anymore (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am affected, Eff off bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115149223093229432?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115149223093229432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115149223093229432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115149223093229432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115149223093229432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/play-laugh-study.html' title='Play, Laugh, Study.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115141562397870767</id><published>2006-06-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:18:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My baby has ulcer too, oh poor us ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was a perfect day with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I miss you, pretty baby &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't like her calling you. pfffft ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I need to set my priorities right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Msn-ing has to stop for a long while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I want to watch that bollywood movie. Watch it with me, please ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now, I need to do my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Takecare, sweethearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not say it quite as much as I should When I say I love you darling that means for goodSo open up your heart and let me in And I will love you 'til forever Until death do us part we'll be together So take my hand and hold on tight And we'll get there This I swear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115141562397870767?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115141562397870767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115141562397870767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115141562397870767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115141562397870767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-baby-has-ulcer-too-oh-poor-us-it.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115133819034998072</id><published>2006-06-27T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:13:03.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dear Significant other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hope everything goes well tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pretty baby, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pretty baby, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pretty baby, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pretty baby, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115133819034998072?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115133819034998072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115133819034998072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115133819034998072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115133819034998072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-significant-other-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115132600077408637</id><published>2006-06-26T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:46:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I stay awke the whole of ytd night watching the two matches. ENGLAND's match was horrible, I swear. Wasted my time man, seriously. I think they disppointed their FANS. Hahahah! And Portugal's match was alright, but downright hilarious lah. I was super awake for the portugal's match lah. Christiano Ronaldo is an ACTION MAMA ! Act hot only lah, that guy. Ohh, bt I still got to sleep for 45 minutes. Before the match starts and ends. I slept on the couch. And so, as a result, I feel pain around my neck. Tsk. Furthermore, the right side of my lower lip is swollen lah. &amp; It hurts. Goddamn it. It's still swollen okay. School was HILARIOUS, seriously with the people around me I can just go nuts. Haha. New vice principal and plenty of relieved teachers. So many lah. Miss Lopez looks HOT with shaped eyebrows, at least not a bushy one anymore. Hahahah! Okay, look who's talking. Ah, mine's not so bad. Geog was funny, Cam whored with Liane's. YAY. Munched on Novelyn's Nutella bread &amp;amp; I seem to enjoyed Liane's Chocolate banana cake ! I licked it okay. Hahahah! Ohh, it was delicious. (: YUM ! And I grew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1cm shorter and I weight the same. ): TskTsk. I ate watermelons for recess, healthy healthy. Ohh how I've missed MY MABEL. Okay, she's not mine. SAM'S PROPERTY. :D Mother tongue was alright lah, Orals on coming thursday. I must do well ! Hurhur. F&amp;amp;N was good cause she was not there. We just had to to the computer lab to type the eveluation part. Done, Yingmin and myself went out of school early. Touched home, showered, throw myself onto the bed and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115132600077408637?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115132600077408637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115132600077408637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115132600077408637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115132600077408637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/hilarious-lah.html' title='Hilarious lah.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115121404244703318</id><published>2006-06-25T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:02:41.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And some realisation, I get sleepy when I am horny which is good in a way says Ash. I know why, So that she can take advantage of me. Hurhur, I won't allow. :D :D It was a sore loser game ytd, they played so roughly lah. Goodness ): Sweden's passing is like asfgertyubcngdh! We didn't get to make social plans ytd cause I couldn't us the phone. My mom ah, I don't know what to say lah. No doubt, I missed her. Furthermore, It was raining cats and dogs lah. TskTsk. It was a beautiful sleep bt still I yearned for thr girlfriend. Okay, School's like tomorrow. Hello, 5MaryMagdelene (: PREPARED NOT. I miss school, I miss the people around me, I miss Chemistry lessons. And there's F&amp;N tmr. ALAMAK. ): Our tuition, her band practices, my O levels. Considering these important commitments, we can afford once a week to spend with each other ? I guess so, we'll see about it. I believe in the feelings we feel for each other that will still keep us going strong. Somehow, I am afraid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Will you fade away ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Down to grandma's in the evening, The journey was long okay. And so, I seem to see random &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;good-looking on the train. It's common, I know. Syazwani is a little brat. She's like so adorable and at the same time uber stubborn plus annoying. I brought her to the playground, she played in the swing for a long while and I had to swing her lah. Tsk ): Bt she entertains me with her endless talkings, just a mere three year old. Ohh, and she talks alot. ALOT. She was singing &amp;amp; singing songs that I am not familiar with. Hahahah! Hilarious lah. The playground was soon filled with kids. There are only two swings available lah. Another small kid wanted to play on the swing. But this fatty syazwani refused to get up from the swing. She's too pampered and stubborn lah. ALAMAK. ): I tried persuading her, it didn't work. And then, she got frustrated and she got up and pretended to be angry with me. Hahahah! She is so petty ! ): It was so hard for me to persuade her to go home, I had to give her so many excuses like I am tired and I am feeling warm. And so, we left. She makes me happy :D :D :D Small kids, I love ! Then, she watched barney. She's so smart lah, Whatever the kids were doing in the tv. She followed after them. So adorable okay. Eh, GERAM NYE BUDAK INI ! HAHAHAHAH ! Oh wells, I camwhored with the kid. Told her to do some funny actions and all, she's uber cute lah ! Oh man, I love her. (: And then, she was wearing the kiddy shades. Whtever lah, so vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-_- Haha. Touched home. I spoke to the girlfriend over the phone :D She's another sweetheart close to my heart. I yearn to see her on tuesday ! BYE BLOG ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M I S S Y O U , H O O L I G A N. G I R L F R I E N D &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115121404244703318?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115121404244703318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115121404244703318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115121404244703318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115121404244703318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-some-realisation-i-get-sleepy-when.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115116300889172526</id><published>2006-06-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:30:08.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superfly Beauty Queen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ash is such a sweetheart (: I love her, lah. Hahahah! Dhoby Ghaut in the morning, I waited for her like half an hour. She's always late lah, Whalao. So annoying. And so, Stupid ash came to meet me with flat hair. OMG. She looked exactly like a MAT TAPPERED lah. Downright hilarious ! She thought she looked fine, but no. Goddamnit. Then, down to tampines mall to catch a movie. SILENT HILL is a good movie, quite alright lah. I love to go movies with the girlfriend ! Halfway through, we got distracted. Cause I was feeling Cold, very cold. I regret wearing skirt lah. Hahahah! Ash is a Horny Freak, I swear. There were funny creatures shown in the movie okay. Like so gross lah, Disgusting liquid gusing out of the bodies. And more to that, the bodies look so sticky and gluey. Aiyer! Hahahah! What more can I do, Just find a spot in her arms and hide. And so, I was held captive her. This makes me all secured and safe. Thanks, baby ! I didn't really understand the ending part, yupyup. That's it, Pick up our bags and left. Ohh, the idols were there. We went over to take a look. She was so upset that nurul was not there. LAZY PIG, ASH MADE ME CARRY HER BAG OKAY. I seriously looked like a bloody lunatic lah, carrying my sling and her haversack. TskTsk. ): Okay, then we decided to get the cones from Mac's. I got the twist cone and she got choco cone. Downright hilarious lah, Hahahah! Her Ice-Cream was melting and all. It dripped and dripped okay. And then, she just had to smudge my face with her ice-cream. Whtever okay. Once was not enough for her, she did it thrice I think. Bloody hell, we were laughing our asses off. LOL. Super funny lah. Walked around for a while, headed to the interchange. Sixty Five, down to Dhoby ghaut. And yet again, the bus ride was long. With the girlfriend there, It will be indeed a Memorable one. Sleep soon overtook me, Head down on her shoulders. Eyes shut, Hair messed up. :D "My Friend, Leonard" was there to accompany her. Nearly for an hour, I slept. Sorry lah, Hun. (: Soon, Bid goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara Sweetheart (: A Perfect day with you, I love you much &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now, GO GERMANY !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115116300889172526?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115116300889172526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115116300889172526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115116300889172526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115116300889172526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-superfly-beauty-queen.html' title='My Superfly Beauty Queen.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115103342206782498</id><published>2006-06-23T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:30:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fractures in the facade of your porcelain beauty* get on me nd show me that u mean it (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We'll end it all here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Could be your eyes, could be your smile, could be the way you freed your mind. Your precious touch caressed my soul, You gave me everything I need. And now, I am lost. I can't let you go, that's it. Wishful thinking on my part, I can't respect your decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115103342206782498?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115103342206782498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115103342206782498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115103342206782498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115103342206782498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/fractures-in-facade-of-your-porcelain.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115094396885341358</id><published>2006-06-22T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:39:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&amp;amp; I MISS YOU, TWELVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115094396885341358?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115094396885341358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115094396885341358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115094396885341358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115094396885341358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-you-i-miss-you-i-miss-you-i_22.html' title=''/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115090146474799739</id><published>2006-06-21T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:51:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Denial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yet another day with you, It all seemed delirious in the beginning. I share my laughters and tears with you. Thanks, anyway. The things we do, The things you say. A happiness I found with you, I was happy the way we were. Upsetting it is, Tsk. I don't wanna say anymore, I don't want to rake up your past anymore. The bitterness I feel everytime we quarrel over trivial matters. I've tried bt I just can't understand what all the fuss is about. What can I say to make you stay and stop breaking free from me, I need you to see. Can you remember yesterdays, we used to smile without a care. It's killing me, ash. It's killing me. I need you to hear me out, I need you to be patient with me &amp; most importantly I need you to control your temper. You see the light die in my eyes cause I am afraid to lose you. Now I am asking you, why is it always me who has to try to make things feel right ? I've always known the love you've shown means I'll never be alone. From the moment I looked into your eyes, all of my life I thought I'd be there by your side. I wish I'd took the time to find the words to say. You know when you smile, I feel at ease and we we will be together once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115090146474799739?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115090146474799739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115090146474799739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115090146474799739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115090146474799739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/self-denial.html' title='Self-Denial.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115081786278926804</id><published>2006-06-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:37:43.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A feeling only felt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Be proud of me, I cooked at home today. Mom is down with a high fever. Fishball soup today and It tastes great man. Hahahah! Okay, nvm. I am so sorry ! I was late by one and a half hour lah. The girlfriend waited, waited &amp; waited. Then, down to her crib. Together we watched the movie "The Reunion". It's a damn bloody good movie lah. I cried terribly, I guess. Tears just keep rolling down my cheeks. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The touch of her hands are to die for, I swear&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And So, I was held captive next to her for the whole &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;You change my world with just one kiss. The warmth of your smile, The heart of a child, That's deep inside leaves me purified (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Soon, sleep overtook me. I slept on her bed and there goes my thoughts. I thought about of alot of things which made me cry my hearts out. The way she shouted at the top of her voice from the other room hurt me so bad. Over-sensitive ? I don't know. Just affected. The girlfriend came, consoled. I did feel better but it was tearing me apart inside. Enough of crying, I slept for a while to put my mind at ease. I came to my senses and it was the happier side of me when I woke up. Ohh, we laughed together after that. Hahahah ! She has court shoes nd she wore it. It was downright hilarious, I swear. I laughed like nobody's business. :D Ignoring my emotions and putting on a fake front does not help anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bt I will love her for as long as she wants me to. I have became someone whom I don't know. I am in love, that's it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115081786278926804?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115081786278926804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115081786278926804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115081786278926804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115081786278926804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-only-felt.html' title='A feeling only felt.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115072566230411180</id><published>2006-06-19T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:29:37.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head, spinning.</title><content type='html'>This is what happened today. I drag myself out of bed, It's like I could not wake up cause my head was feeling heavy. I knew it was maigraine. My head was spinning inside. Ouch, I felt pain. I almost broke down in tears. I did not even feel like going for the DAMN orals lah. ): Showered, called my baby ! I miss that bitch so badly okay. Spoke/whine-ed to her nd cabbed down to school cause I thought I was LATE. Actually, I was on time. In my case, I was the first one to finish bt the last one to leave the hall. Tsk, I had to be the Time-Keeper lah. Wahlao, eh. Somemore, I forgot to bring "My Friend, Leonard". And so, this leaves me with nothing to do but to stone and watch the time goes by. I was falling asleep, the weather was like windy and all. Yupyup. I was being very like cannot-sit-in-one-place-for-too-long kind of thing. I realise that I need to move around somehow. Hurhur, okay. I was being crazy at the bus-stop while waiting for the girlfriend. I thought she was not gonna turn up. Being the "Smart" one, I boarded the second 855 which came. Down to serene center to meet skye, passed her the paper. She calls me SHORTY ! I think Skye is so funny, hurhur. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ohh, and that wannabe butch does not look like skye and vice-versa. Like seriously, EWWWWW. I am so grossed-out lah.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahah, I am so mean. Bt I don't care lah. Hahahah! So I left her and then took 153 down to ash's place. The bus ride is &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Soooooooo Dragggggyyyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt; ): Long bus rides only with a novel or music. If not, no way. Ohh, and I did a good deed today. YAY, give me your compliments ! Hahahah ! There was this catholic high school boy who boarded the bus. High shorts, high bag, glasses bt looked intelligent. He alighted soon. I happen to just randomly look at his seat and saw some wallet lying there. And I quickly took the wallet, ran to the bus driver told him abt it. Fortuanately, the bus did not take off from the bus stop just yet. That boy had alr walked a distance, I ran shouting "AYEEEEE, BOYYYYY" repeatedly. And then, he was like "oh, thank you very much". Then I just ran back and hopped on the bus. I sat down and my head was FUCKING spinning and DAMN, It was giving me a sharp pain. Feeling faint, I closed my eyes and rest for a while. Soon, I alighted. Walked, Walked &amp;amp; walked. I saw the girlfriend and I was feeling guilty. Ohh, the girlfriend looked majorly HOT today. Actually, everyday lah. Hahahahah! Her head will burst if she's gonna read this. Ash, stupid ash. I love her, still. @ her crib, I was still having maigraine. Tsk ): I still made-out. Like whtever lah, Temptations. Tell me abt it man. Ash, you better stop hitting my head with your bolster ahh. It's painful and it's violent plus It's considered girlfriend-abuse. And so, I can sue you for this. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;STOP IT, BUTCH.&lt;/span&gt; Please don't be so mean, alright ? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey baby, I love you :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115072566230411180?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115072566230411180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115072566230411180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115072566230411180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115072566230411180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-head-spinning.html' title='My head, spinning.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115060534623798709</id><published>2006-06-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:05:22.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goddamnit. ):</title><content type='html'>I could not sleep last night okay. My flu is acting up again and it's so annoying. TSK ! I keep sneezing and sneezing till I finish a whole new box of tissue paper. Wahlao eh. The flu was better when I popped in three tablets in the middle of the night. And then, I could sleep quite peacefully. Bt it was definitely a beautiful sleep not. Cherries blossoming &amp; runny nose is not funny. Goddamnit. ): I wake up with a blocked nose, sneeze it all out. All bright yellowish substance. Gross man, Gross. Ohh, I was going through friendster and I saw pictures of the friend who has gone for good. What can I say ? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now I really need to tell you that, I miss you very much. I didn't even talk to you properly lah today. &amp;amp; I am feeling so oiedwkljaiwqoqknxm. I need to speak to you, I need to tell you about my day, I need to tell you how much I miss you, I need to whine to you, I need to show how much I care for you, I need to hear abt your day, I need to know how're you doing over there, I need to tell you goodnight, I need to tell you abt so many things and I just need to tell you that I really really really miss you. ): All my life, I've waited. This is true. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115060534623798709?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115060534623798709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115060534623798709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115060534623798709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115060534623798709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/goddamnit.html' title='goddamnit. ):'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115055471234931367</id><published>2006-06-18T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:42:45.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day was wasted away.</title><content type='html'>Can you feel the love tonight ? I miss my girlfriend, I miss her. Whines !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did a new blog for the girlfriend which she does not appreciate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read "My Friend, Leonard".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did housework which was uber tiring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got pretty girl boxers from Tom &amp; Stefanie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't do my tuition homework ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christiano Ronaldo's is playing for portugal and his jersey number is SEVENTEEN ! :D &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The IM girl from Crescent is more important to Ash. Tsk. =/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And here, I am feeling mentally tired of THIS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the right to be jealous, don't I ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Out of all the friends, I miss Liane&amp;amp;Mabel only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115055471234931367?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115055471234931367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115055471234931367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115055471234931367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115055471234931367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-was-wasted-away.html' title='The day was wasted away.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115034027363871562</id><published>2006-06-16T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:06:31.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning.</title><content type='html'>Ohh, &amp; the previous entry was a bloody long one lah. I've decided not to go for bio today cause I am tired. Good morning, universe. Now, BIO TYS. Bye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy anniversary to MOM&amp;amp;DAD ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the above picture is damn nice lah, I made it myself. Hahahah! The template is cooler with black background, I guess. Oh, &amp; The folks are funny man. They even forgot their own anniversary date. They both only knew when I wished them. Hurhur, &amp;amp; the day was great again with the girlfriend. Okay, I am suffering from MAJOR FLU. The result of Excessive plus intensive making out. TskTsk. It's killing me lah, Goddamnit. ): My boobs are so uneven lah, so annoying. The left one is like UBER HUGE lah, I swear. It disgusts me man. I Like small &amp; undeveloped tits.  Presently, they are painful. Let me predict, Cherries will be blossoming in two days' time. Wait and see. There's 2 more minutes for a new day to begin. Good mornight, LoveLove ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115034027363871562?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115034027363871562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115034027363871562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115034027363871562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115034027363871562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/morning.html' title='Morning.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25068495.post-115030754599015746</id><published>2006-06-15T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:37:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The day went well, indeed. Feeling all tired and sleepy and yet I could not sleep last night, Dreams made me worry. I was paranoid lah. Tossing and turning left and right, went back to sleep again. Then later when sun rises and the alarm goes, Drag myself out of bed. Showered, down to kovan to meet the girlfriend. Yet another day, hahahah! &amp; she comes half an hour late, TskTsk. Ohh, I am always waiting but I don't mind. Haha. Nd, she went back home again to take some work to do cause her band starts at one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And so, I walked with her. Ohh, and I think your hair's hot lah. Long, Nice, Emo. Hahahah! We can be EMO together together ! Now, that sounded so (fill in adjective). Yupyup. Ltr, walked back to Mac's. She does her english while I read my book. It's an EMO book. (: There was renovation going on at there. The drilling sound annoys the hell out of me. I hate screeching sounds/noises. We could not decide where to go. I suggested Chomp Chomp. Bt she disagreed. The only place left was sengkang, compass point. Oh, and she made me walk from one bus-stop to the other. She insisted on walking to the another one but I insisted I will stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hahahah! And you, ash ! you're such a LOSER lah. Walk till so far bt then you still had to walk back to where I was. Hahahah! It was funny, if you realised. And the girlfriend sits cross-legged when she's studying. Okay, stop commenting. Lunch-ed at Banquet. Seriously, she was so adorable lah. Like "I don't know what to choose" in a whiney voice. Still, both ended up eating chicken rice and the drink was green tea. YAY ! This was the bestest meal I had with her. &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 talked alot, I understand her better. She made me love/adore her more. I don't know why, I felt the LOVE today. It were smiles and laughs, :D. The meal was simple but yet a memorable one. I love her. Then, walked ard. And so, I was the model for lingerie today lah. She made me stand at the t-shirt bras' section and then she captures. Oh, bt it was fun. I sure enjoyed it, I was acting retarded. Giving spastic &amp; baring teeth smiles. That is so me, right ? hahahah! Green is like the favourite of many nowadays. It's not unique anymore lah, Tsk. ): Oh wells, I will still love green. Nd, she sends me to sengkang library and she goes for band. I waited for her for four hours. Ain't I such a sweetie pie ? I have got music and the book to keep me occupied. So I wasn't feeling like a LONER. While I read, I had ear plugs. I read, read &amp;amp; read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Reading can make me forget everything lah. Actually not really, I visited the ladies thrice okay. I was feeling very COLD. Oh man, I was shivering. Okay then, I went back and forth. I didn't tell ash this bt I am writing it down here. I met a new friend today. She's a girl lookig very sweet, nice smile and polite. She's in primary school I guess. She was being mysterious when she saw me at first. Then, she came, sat at the bench near me. I was sitting on the carpented floor. She brought this whole pile of books and stack at the bench. I was like damnit, wht are you trying to do man. Obviously, I did not say it out to her lah. She started laying them out as if there's gonna be a book sale. Hilarious lah. One of her books drop, I picked it up and hand it to her. "thank you", she said. God knows where she went to after tt, she did not seem to be returning back. People were staring at me as if I was not allowing them to sit. Wahlao eh. Nd, I stacked back the books. Yupyup.&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've read half the book already, majorly engrosed. Close it, stood up, Walked out of the library. Esclator-ed down and there she came behind me. I was happy to see her again. I yearned for her bt I chose to ignore tht emotions. If I gave attention to tht emotion/feeling, I know I would miss her really alot. So yeah. Hurhur, she was acting adorable speaking in I don't know wht way. Definitely it was acting extremely baby-ish. Hahahah! She made me feel happy, very happy today. It's just a feeling felt. Well, her pearly soya bean milk was disgusting lah. ALAMAK. The pearls, I'll never forget. (:&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 borrowed the girlfriend my book &amp;amp; it's boring to her. Hahahah! She fall asleep lah. How could she man ? TskTsk. Headed to tuition, concentration span was for like 1 hour and I started to yearn for her touch already. I could not concentrate, My eyes felt heavy. I needed sleep, my beautiful sleep. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I missed/miss her. Why did she have to go ?&lt;/span&gt; Now, I need to rest my eyes. Goodnight, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25068495-115030754599015746?l=lovelikesinners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/feeds/115030754599015746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25068495&amp;postID=115030754599015746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115030754599015746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25068495/posts/default/115030754599015746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikesinners.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-happy.html' title='I am happy.'/><author><name>facade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505907020706941008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
