<?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-35909526</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:16:53.500+08:00</updated><category term='the misses in me. do you too? pls tell me you do.'/><title type='text'>ithurts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35909526.post-8082993055261660195</id><published>2009-09-13T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:56:10.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes. it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;those words killed me before it killed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;those pains hurt me before it hurts you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you know how much pain it is when i type those out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you cant understand how much i feel in that point in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me feel that what i'm saying is nothing worth listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me feel that no one's there for me when i'm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me feel that i dont need you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me grow, grown to be more independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont need your shoulder anymore, when i can handle my tears in the toilet alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me feel that i dont need you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;my life will still be as great without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you, made me feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes, you, trained me to be stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stronger that a girl should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you, made my heartbreaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you, killed my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you, numbed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the new me, will be prepared to face everything myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's always me alone, just 1 person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i, eileen goh, can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you that you make who i am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-8082993055261660195?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/8082993055261660195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=8082993055261660195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/8082993055261660195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/8082993055261660195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-2778822008333175103</id><published>2009-01-07T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:09:14.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;envy. like always.&lt;br /&gt;wonder when can we be like them.&lt;br /&gt;sharing secrets together like besties.&lt;br /&gt;going out together and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i read. everytime i saw the photos.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, how many photos we took together, unlike them, having alot of photos together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when's the last time since we had a good chat?&lt;br /&gt;when's the last time we went out together?&lt;br /&gt;when's the last time we took a photo together?&lt;br /&gt;when's the last time we joke together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never put it down before.&lt;br /&gt;they always make me envy.&lt;br /&gt;envy of their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt we like them in the past?&lt;br /&gt;imy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-2778822008333175103?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/2778822008333175103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=2778822008333175103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/2778822008333175103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/2778822008333175103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2009/01/envy.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-8352254263577815618</id><published>2008-04-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:52:16.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope u're doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;i can see that u're look happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-8352254263577815618?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/8352254263577815618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=8352254263577815618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/8352254263577815618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/8352254263577815618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hope-ure-doing-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-5082256235218751204</id><published>2008-03-23T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:40:30.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i think, is it good that u understand ppl too well? :)&lt;br /&gt;feel so great when u know wad the person is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;it brings out the bond in both of you.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you understand the person too well,&lt;br /&gt;u tend to be tired of wad he/she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not getting tired of anyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha. it feel great when u're distance away from ur good fren&lt;br /&gt;but u still know wad he or she is writing.&lt;br /&gt;even all of the shortcuts she tries to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we can only watch from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss my everything.&lt;br /&gt;it's really so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss jueying.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant find anything bout her.&lt;br /&gt;she's not online anymore.&lt;br /&gt;icant find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss winna.&lt;br /&gt;though we're in the same school.&lt;br /&gt;but. nothing we can say.&lt;br /&gt;yes, hi and bye.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm prepared to forgive everything.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what ppl has done to me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if we are alr distance&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if we don talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i just want a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;i want nice frens.&lt;br /&gt;i want to give everyone a new life.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;i can give myself a new life instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss rita as well.&lt;br /&gt;v.much as how i miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing can bring us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;love, practically, cant be showed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-5082256235218751204?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/5082256235218751204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=5082256235218751204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/5082256235218751204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/5082256235218751204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-i-think-is-it-good-that-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-4661922654237675510</id><published>2008-03-18T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:41:24.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dun know what my brain is made of.&lt;br /&gt;i often think about this think bout that.&lt;br /&gt;made me feel alot of things i need to concern about.&lt;br /&gt;but when things goes wrong, i start to like blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things are going in a funny way for me.&lt;br /&gt;i concern way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much things to think of.&lt;br /&gt;that explains why i'm so tired everyday.&lt;br /&gt;why my mind is filled up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;all those never ending stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;shit. i dun even know how to move on.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. i'm such a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-4661922654237675510?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/4661922654237675510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=4661922654237675510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/4661922654237675510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/4661922654237675510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dun-know-what-my-brain-is-made-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-5040145629217668372</id><published>2008-02-09T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:17:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i dont know how i should start with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but. i really have to vent it out NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;there was once when i was 13/14 yrs old, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i often quarell with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she make me do all housework at home and often shows favortism to my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i know that when my brother was born, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i was chuck aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i didnt let it affect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;only till  i started to take a bigger step in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;everything i do, she's always so displeased with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i was really undergoing tremendous stress when she pushes everything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;even when my brother cry *just because he want my bolster instead of his own one.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i have to give it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yes, most ppl will say that, "this is what the elder one should do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i know, BUT we're both kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WHY? WHY must i give it to him? just because i'm the elder one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;from that point onwards, i've never forget how my mum treat me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i've always bear this in mind that i'm not the one she loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i start to change, from bad to worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and this, make her change for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thought her changes wasnt having any big difference,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but at least, at least i know and i can see that she's trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i started to give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i've never moan and groan whenever she told me to do all the housework at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i tried to accomdate her. i wan to make myself perfect to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but obviously, what she had done previously will NEVER be forgotten by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i slowly learn not to care about her favortism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so to me, the whole family, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;daddy, mummy, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i love the most was my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because i believe that he loves both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EQUALLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but yesterday, i've learn about the worst thing i ever want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my dad told me, "i told ah ma, i love both of u, but still, love ah boy more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;at first, to me, it wasnt a new thing isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's just another same thing acted by different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but today, early in the morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he said, " you are very lazy. lazier than ah boy. we call u to do things but u often didnt do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mum add on " help me to rub my leg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i said" yesterday, i help u rub ur leg till 3am and now is only 8.30am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she said" u are really worst than ur brother. everytime i told u to help me, u wont."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i turned and cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she didnt know how hard i will take this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3am to 8.30am. it's merely 5hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cant even have enough sleep but this is what i have to faceed early in the morning when i open my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i help her to coach her son, i help her with her housework, i help her to rub her leg even if my brother refuse to do so. i help her with what ever she want me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;when i was 13, she told me to go to the market to help her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yes, it wasnt anything to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i have to help her sell fishes early at 6am in boonkeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;how many children will want to do this kind of things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;making themselve smelly and walk about in the market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;making thier hands having stab by the prawns when weighing for the customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HOW MANY KIDS WILL DO THIS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i didnt even complain. it's really very pain when my hands get stab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but i get no concern frm them. as if, this is wad i owe them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but to her, everything wasnt enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but to me, I AM FUCKING TIRE OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cannot imagine that i have to do so many things even with my packed schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i dont ask them for money when i seriously need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i pay for my own things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pocket money is $6 while my brother is $7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my brother can save $6 a day or even didnt save on any other days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but he get everything instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;how can i save with $6 a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i want to shout at them, but i couldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i want to take money from them, but i couldnt bring myself to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so now i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thinking for them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;helping them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's never enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i really donno what i can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm at my wit's end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all my efforts for changing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's gone in just one sentance from my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm forever tearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i shouldnt care alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i should work to leave this home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-5040145629217668372?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/5040145629217668372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=5040145629217668372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/5040145629217668372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/5040145629217668372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-know-how-i-should-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-9143510604425404291</id><published>2008-01-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:36:34.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i didnt forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u are not deleted from my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u're always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i dun wan to let others think that i am fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i took away ivan and still be so nice to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for a normal human being, they will think this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i didnt forget you. i didnt move you away from my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you are always there. in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i saw u at bugis that time. a few words, make me happy, make me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;happy to see you doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sad to see us only saying less then 10 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i lost the old you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i lost the old me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i lost all the good things we once enjoyed together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;do you know how long have i not stepped into toy r us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;even when pearllene ask if i wanna go in, sometimes, i just decline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i wanna save the last memory , the best memory i ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm sry. i really didnt forget you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-9143510604425404291?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/9143510604425404291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=9143510604425404291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/9143510604425404291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/9143510604425404291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-didnt-forget-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-4917662093612870271</id><published>2007-10-24T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:04:24.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess, this is what ben means by lonely.&lt;br /&gt;having a partner doesnt really matters.&lt;br /&gt;but, i think i am really attached to you.&lt;br /&gt;often i think back, it's ok that we meet once a week.&lt;br /&gt;we're getting fine. arent we?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really need to find time.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish to have dinner with you after my school ends.&lt;br /&gt;but i know, money is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i want a rest. but i miss you so much that i INSISTED to chat with you.&lt;br /&gt;i find myslef, like a walking zombie.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when people ask, why didnt u meet your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;i could no longer answer this question when time passed along.&lt;br /&gt;they asked once, twice, thirce. all the reasons are similar.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided, not to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;today, i went home alone.&lt;br /&gt;it set me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;what i actually want.&lt;br /&gt;i still couldnt make a stand of what i want.&lt;br /&gt;when you called, you ask : you going home alone? where is sijie? where is jasmine?&lt;br /&gt;i simply paused and ponder awhile.&lt;br /&gt;telling you: johnathan came to woodlands to meet sijie. jasmine went to meet her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i heard you saying. i should come to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;but i know, this is simply impossible.&lt;br /&gt;look at the time we have for each other, it's alr not enough for a meal, not to say a bus trip.&lt;br /&gt;and bus trip, the money?&lt;br /&gt;doenst need any fare?&lt;br /&gt;dream on. all this counts.&lt;br /&gt;i held back my tears and breath.&lt;br /&gt;and let it go after i've hang the phone.&lt;br /&gt;and then, i realised, i feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;it's not the eileen but it's her skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to let go abit.&lt;br /&gt;not to hold on so much and grew attached to you.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to have abit of time to think and rest.&lt;br /&gt;i believe i CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, 80% you will be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;but dont be upset. i know we just have not enough time.&lt;br /&gt;i can understand you have you clicks&lt;br /&gt;give me sometime.&lt;br /&gt;i will adapt to your way.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i've mood swings like what you said.&lt;br /&gt;but in fact, i just need some attention. some pleasing from you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i've always made you angry about this.&lt;br /&gt;but all those chunks of words above, is really what i wish to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;ilu-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-4917662093612870271?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/4917662093612870271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=4917662093612870271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/4917662093612870271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/4917662093612870271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-guess-this-is-what-ben-means-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-768791477259463445</id><published>2007-08-21T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:01:43.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;seeing you. in 9 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my heart pumps hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wonder if u will react like i dreamed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hugging you tight apologising sincerely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;telling you how i miss you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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;i yearn for a return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i am sad in both ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why not let me give up one to exchange for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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;my heart cannot forget, not to say forgiving myself.&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/35909526-768791477259463445?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/768791477259463445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=768791477259463445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/768791477259463445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/768791477259463445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/08/seeing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-1217123497587954020</id><published>2007-08-03T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:42:58.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought by not visiting your blog for some time i would feel better.&lt;br /&gt;and slowly, i will have the courage to visit again.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;actually i think i am still the same old me.&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking that i have move on without any hindrance.&lt;br /&gt;but slowly, i realised, i didnt move at all.&lt;br /&gt;not a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in a long time, i cried and beg for forgivence.&lt;br /&gt;i think, this gonna be long term.&lt;br /&gt;so long, yet i still miss you just as much.&lt;br /&gt;i am still longing to see you.&lt;br /&gt;but all i wanted was the smile of yours.&lt;br /&gt;helping you to get back your smile i think this is the least yet the most important thing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dare not tag.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i leave your blog, my mind continue to think.&lt;br /&gt;i am really regretful for what i have done.&lt;br /&gt;i can never run away.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;i cant lose you.&lt;br /&gt;i am really tearing now. can u feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont dare to go back to skool&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid. i am afraid to look into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna see if u are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss the times we spent.&lt;br /&gt;i've not stepped into toyRus for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i miss it. i miss every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE STAB ME TO DEATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CANT BEAR THIS TORTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DUN WANNA LOSE U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-1217123497587954020?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/1217123497587954020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=1217123497587954020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/1217123497587954020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/1217123497587954020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-thought-by-not-visiting-your-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-3321513064563747904</id><published>2007-05-29T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:25:14.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;should i say, there is no turn back for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i will see you on my way one day.&lt;br /&gt;so that i can at least know how are you doing.&lt;br /&gt;i am really keen to seek for your forgivence.&lt;br /&gt;these 7th mth. i did not put you down.&lt;br /&gt;you stay there. you've occupy a place in my mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;nothing. TOTALLY NOTHING can replace you.&lt;br /&gt;1,misses&lt;br /&gt;2,cries.&lt;br /&gt;3,triesNOMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mistake made. an eternal pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-3321513064563747904?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/3321513064563747904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=3321513064563747904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/3321513064563747904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/3321513064563747904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/05/should-i-say-there-is-no-turn-back-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-8000482803890082624</id><published>2007-05-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:33:43.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i have to give up. my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. i have to leave the past.and carry on for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this wasnt what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish to be a predictor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have said so many times. typed so many times. apologised so many times.&lt;br /&gt;yet. this is what i have to faced, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt even give him your number IF i know i WILL like him.&lt;br /&gt;all of these. yes. it's my fault. i dont deny.&lt;br /&gt;i know. you are so pissed of with me. everything i do. everything i typed. everything i say.&lt;br /&gt;u're just not gonna believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dont know. how i feel at the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i thing that i have clarified.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just no one to you. am i right?&lt;br /&gt;with all these, i see myself like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;trying to find ways to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;trying to find back the same old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i do is just UTTER RUBBISH to you.&lt;br /&gt;thats how you feel isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i blog, i think of EVERYONE'S feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i want to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;i care.&lt;br /&gt;but did i get anything in return?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. i want to care. but the hurt has been pile up.&lt;br /&gt;more and more each day. how? how can i blog telling everyone my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;no way. i'm gonna tell/ gonna post whatever it's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;that's why the purpose of this private blog.&lt;br /&gt;only i can see, i can hear, i can read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to let you changed your mindset about me, it's difficult.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say, it's impossible?&lt;br /&gt;i take no.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe no more in miricles.&lt;br /&gt;i believe no more in forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;i believe no more of facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rita, i'm really in the wrong. but, how to make you understand this logic?&lt;br /&gt;losing you. have already leave a scar on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-8000482803890082624?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/8000482803890082624/comments/default' 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type='html'>i couldnt imagine me. without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so pain. you know? it's so painful. to live without it.&lt;br /&gt;CAN ANYONE FEEL ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i getting so fustrated. getting so sad. i'm so unhappy. yet i need to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;no one feels me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME HOW TO LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;without volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the umpteen times i cried for volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;remebering my last match with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;i cried. till i didnt went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from dat day onwards. i've been pending for alumni.&lt;br /&gt;but now. all my dreams, all my waiting. are dashed.&lt;br /&gt;i want back. my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want back my pohli&lt;br /&gt;i want back my jess&lt;br /&gt;i want back my shenny&lt;br /&gt;i want back everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick. because i cried. everyday.w/o fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35909526.post-3874663068022321691</id><published>2007-05-02T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:08:02.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the misses in me. do you too? pls tell me you do.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it has been long since i last blog over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm so tired of poly life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's so slack but the hours are so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how i wish we didnt stray at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've been yearning for the life we had before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we didnt talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we didnt contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we chatted. but in just short phrases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and it ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all this are just arrows that pierce into my heart thinking of the strained relatioship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i couldnt talk to you like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no more laughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;more like stangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you didnt know how much courage would i need even tagging in your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;maybe you too. needed alot of courage to tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;there is no way to understand you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;even if i ask around. no one seems to know wad happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i've no other ways to know more. even your blog. you dont blog alot about what happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;looking at you, leaving no comments even if you view my friendster profile, i'm shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i guess. it's just like tagging, we need alot more courage to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i swear.! i'm going to boast up my courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i really have no way to understand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you'r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e sti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ll my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;er .1&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/35909526-3874663068022321691?l=last-romance.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-35909526.post-2984031168445831296</id><published>2007-03-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:57:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tears went flowing down my cheek when i got my first phone call from mummy.&lt;br /&gt;i thought. she was merely asking me about my appealing results and giving some encouraging talk.&lt;br /&gt;but i was totally wrong. instead of getting words of concern ,all she does is to scream and criticise saying " i dun know how you study. not even a skool wants you.!"&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt take it anymore and i was really hurt by what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to appeal for the second time. and all i can do was to wait aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;on my way back from RP.i felt so moody. i felt as if the world is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;and slowly. i think back.&lt;br /&gt;what really cause me into who i am and what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;i look at my results. is 20 that bad? bad till no skool wants me?&lt;br /&gt;i think so hard till i hardly speak a word to my darling.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so sorry to treat him like this.&lt;br /&gt;all i could do was to make him worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the point. i would be able to get into any course ONLY IF i stop listening to others advice.&lt;br /&gt;instead of advising , they got me into deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;yes. 20 may be hard. but i can easily find a place in any poly IF you had let me make the decision myself.&lt;br /&gt;IF you didnt inject me with the poison you are giving, i'll living a decade more.&lt;br /&gt;IF only u didnt DEMAND me to abide YOUR rules , i would not be in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling didnt know too. he didnt know that i wanted to get into tp is because of him.&lt;br /&gt;he didnt understand.&lt;br /&gt;he said. i aim too high.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt tell you the truth. cause i'm afraid you will take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt aim high. but i just want to tell you that all that i do was just for you.&lt;br /&gt;i know how much you want to be in the same campus as me.&lt;br /&gt;i know how much you would like to dine with me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i know. i know. dats was why. i aimed that high. i know. you didnt mean to say it.&lt;br /&gt;but i just want to let you know. u mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if one day i'm defeated by stress?&lt;br /&gt;i cant control myself to do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;wad if ... i'm really DEFEATED.?&lt;br /&gt;wad if i couldnt take the stress anymore?&lt;br /&gt;can i choose to die? i'm so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun make it a regret in your life , o levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;god. DONT.! DONT TAKE ANYTHING AWAY FROM HIM just to let me go into my course! DONT.! PLEASE.&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/35909526-2984031168445831296?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/2984031168445831296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=2984031168445831296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/2984031168445831296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/2984031168445831296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/tears-went-flowing-down-my-cheek-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-8858474402984872980</id><published>2007-02-12T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T02:05:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haiis. this few days,my com breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;i eventually cant visit ur blog everyday.&lt;br /&gt;thought going to your match will be the most supportive spirit i could give.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;going there. i think i'm just supporting the whole team without any communications.&lt;br /&gt;i come and go as and when i like.&lt;br /&gt;but at least. at least i make sure. i make sure. that i GO for your every match.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to support u.&lt;br /&gt;mentally, verbally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;can u let me explain?&lt;br /&gt;actually, i also wanted to approach you.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt get the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;i went over. it's already too late. the match started.&lt;br /&gt;after which. when u all join in the receiving game, i went away.&lt;br /&gt;because pearl is also in the game. and i'm afraid that when u gals are sad. u all tend to spike ball alot.&lt;br /&gt;and i feared that pearl will cause the situation worst. or the ball might just hit her.&lt;br /&gt;i went to sit down and i saw peggy.&lt;br /&gt;i consoled her. and ask pearl bout how to console u.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any idea how to make u smile anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried that i'll make things worst.&lt;br /&gt;thinking that posting for the day will make u all feel more comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;but. my com went hay-wired.&lt;br /&gt;thats the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i went off to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;i saw u girls. i dont know how to greet you.&lt;br /&gt;firstly. u're so far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;and also. ivan is over there...&lt;br /&gt;i know he's the barrel between us.&lt;br /&gt;dat was why. i couldnt face you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i treasured this friendship so much.&lt;br /&gt;yet. i was being thought as a person who just wanted to give up this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;this hurts me more then anything.&lt;br /&gt;because, it comes out from u.&lt;br /&gt;not only i wanted to hold onto this friendship,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted it to last. forever.. till eternity..&lt;br /&gt;but from ur next post, i knew. we are gone. once and forever...&lt;br /&gt;u are giving up too.. how? how can i help to withhold this friendship longer.?&lt;br /&gt;pls tell mii.. wad to do. i'm lost. really lost. in the wonderland of yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from your nick. i'm still thinking.can i possibly still carry on in this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid that i burden you with the hurt i am giving you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really very sad.. my tears for you is just like how often it used to rain.&lt;br /&gt;it didnt just pour.............. it floods..&lt;br /&gt;does my happiness really adds on to ur sadness?&lt;br /&gt;i am so cruel. i'm so evil.&lt;br /&gt;i dunn wanna hurt u. dun want to do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but can u tell me wad to do. so that i wont hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;yes. i love him. BUT i think , u love him more. and he is supposing to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;i cant bear to leave him. BUT i know, you are more reluctant than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to cause you bleeding inside out.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could bring him to you.&lt;br /&gt;if only i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if only i didnt spill out that lil secret.&lt;br /&gt;if only i didnt interupted.&lt;br /&gt;if only i didnt cut in.&lt;br /&gt;if only i'm discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this wouldnt have happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm on the verge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;because u just didnt realise how important you are to 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/35909526-8858474402984872980?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/8858474402984872980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=8858474402984872980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/8858474402984872980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/8858474402984872980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/haiis.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-117025622335632198</id><published>2007-01-31T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:10:23.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i need not get the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i need not ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;from ur msn nick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i get the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;very clearly in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think and think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i cant stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;all i wanted was to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;really. now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;now in this point in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;can i choose to give up.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm stressing very day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm looking at the change of ur msn nick everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i knew. it was all about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i cant even speak a word of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;leading my life this way. how sad that can be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i know but things left undo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you=no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;wad do i understand from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm sry.but i cant. - everything bout you = no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;wad do i understand again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel so ill. i feel so pain. mentally and physical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my head is cracking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i felt so aimless in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like giving up everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posses mii with the power.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can 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/35909526-117025622335632198?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/117025622335632198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=117025622335632198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/117025622335632198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/117025622335632198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-need-not-get-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-117008565019894205</id><published>2007-01-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:47:30.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;how? someone answer me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i know clearly that i shouldnt think of this now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but  i'm sorry , i cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i know i enter with much regret and i lost you , totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;in the midst of everything, i dont deny, i've thought of giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;all just for you. but i'm sorry. i didnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;all the little things i did for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;showed how much i cared, showed how much u meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;u are just as impt as anything around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i've got so much to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but my mouth seems to be shut whenever i saw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i wanna tell you sorry. i just wanna apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but i didnt have the courage to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm afraid to be blocked by you. you've shut me out away from your door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;your heart , your thinking , your mind is locked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm so near yet so far from you and your thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;till now, i still blame myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'll never forgive myself  for causing u into this state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;actually, even all problems seemed to have solved, i still tear quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;all this while. no one knows. i'm tearing whenever i'm alone thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i tear because i know i hurt you deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i tear because i know we'll never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i tear because i want you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so much so much. i didnt want to let anyone know. i dont want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i met up with you. but i didnt know how to start a simple conversation with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i tried. but the feeling is so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i wanted you to have your happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i wanted you to have the best i could give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but, i'm always the one who have hurt you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;letting him go. putting him into your hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it hurts, but i'm the one shouldering it.. not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;dats the way i want things to be in. cause i dun allow anyone to hurt u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;till now. i'm still very confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;why cant u let me know. if u are loving him or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so that. we can come afresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lets restart everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;at least i know. am i still hurting u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;at least. i understand how u think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;at least. i can give in. and shoulder half of ur problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i know. i love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i know. i cant lost u either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;can i choose to love and let go at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;can i choose to end your hurt here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;can i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm always tearing hard.&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;&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;&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;&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;for you, which is the reason why i fought so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;for you, which is the reason why i learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm sorry. for everthing i said that always hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i always think of her first. instead of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i wanna lead my life with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i wish i can live on with you around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so many things left undo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i always push u here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but i never think of your feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;because i always believe that even if  i put u in her hands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you will slowly adapt to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;just like how u adapt to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i know. and i believe u can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;thats why. i'm being so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i love you. it hurts me just as much when i think of the days i suffered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i think of the crisis we faced everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm so afraid but i'm really tearing inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm always asking and bring the topic of rita up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's just because i want to solve the things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i want to come to a perfect conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm always tearing. yet i cant find a reason for it. &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;let everything calm down please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-117008565019894205?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/117008565019894205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=117008565019894205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/117008565019894205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/117008565019894205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-someone-answer-me-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116914117550287517</id><published>2007-01-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:26:15.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;firstly, to darlingg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm sorry that i still cant put my mind down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i think. she's far too important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i cant stop thinking.. and i really didnt want to hurt her more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;secondly , precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i dunno if i still hurt u as badly as b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but. seriously.. i just want to apologised.. sincerely.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;at that time. i really dunno u like ivan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i really dunno.. i didnt hurt u on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;if only... if only i 've made clear my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;if only i have ask u clearly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but all these are just too late.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;all i could do was to say sorry after sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;looking at ur post.. i dun mind the hurt that i am shouldering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but.. is the hurt that i've implemented on u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i think it cause so much impact on ur life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i felt terrible. i felt miserable. becos i am hurting u yet i dun know it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;looking at ur post. i think i am the one that hurt u that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;u post. and u delete the post again.. wad shud i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i let my thinking take over my confidence in u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'm sad... i'm troubled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;just becos the hurt i have gave u in the past really leave a scar in u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i really wish u can tell mi wad are u thinking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;or. at least. tell mi. if i am hurting u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;okiiex? i need those so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it has been so long since i last chat with u... isnt 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/35909526-116914117550287517?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116914117550287517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116914117550287517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116914117550287517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116914117550287517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116903252995636709</id><published>2007-01-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:18:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiis.. today.. lets not mention it..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired out ever since i started working..&lt;br /&gt;why.. why am i trying so hard to work? just for that money?&lt;br /&gt;is money that important to me? i wondered for a second.&lt;br /&gt;yes. it is.&lt;br /&gt;life w/o money is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;especially in s'pore. having high SOL. expenses are so high nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;so wad i can do? if i never work? where i get the money from?&lt;br /&gt;parents? it's so bad and embaressing.. to keep wanting money from them..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly.. i think of life.. is life a job?&lt;br /&gt;to me, actually no. but suddenly, it becomes a yes.&lt;br /&gt;contradicting isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;to think of it , why are my parents struggling so hard to work?&lt;br /&gt;it comes to my attention that it's all because of us.&lt;br /&gt;just to give us a comfortable life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back to my work , red earth..&lt;br /&gt;i'm struggling so hard just for a few hundreds?&lt;br /&gt;am i mad? or wad..&lt;br /&gt;i tire myself out everyday , i spent on transportation and meals..&lt;br /&gt;all this , adds up to a few hundreds a mth.&lt;br /&gt;so does this means that i'm working but spending alot too..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still thinking.. to work or not. i'm really very tired of the job.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to have a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wan to buy. so many.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun want to overspend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sry bout today. i think i really spent alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;$3 on the fake laksa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;$6 on the neoprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;$1.30 on the chicken skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;$9.60 on bowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;$1.50 on transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;$21.40 in total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt this high SOL?? did nothing but spent so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i miiss all my teamates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i seriously do. i dun care if all of them like mii or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but i just miiss everyone of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i mean it. EVERYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;including sy and val.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;though sy may not like mi. or shud i say. i heard so much that she hate mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but i dun care who likes mi or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i justt miss them badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;where is the team i used to have? find them back. pls.&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/35909526-116903252995636709?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116903252995636709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116903252995636709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116903252995636709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116903252995636709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/haiis.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116860414042212304</id><published>2007-01-12T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:15:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;it pours hard today. i was sad. cause i was thinking why didnt u have the patience he had. how i wish u could have more patience.. just abit more.. i'll be contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;u're a very very good stead. i dun deny that. but in some ways, u're just as horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when we started it off together, i can feel the change. no more obsseion like i used to have. no more.. but.. slowly.. i could aso feel the change.. no more of patience i used to have. and more of shouting now.. i wish i could tell u off. but. i didnt want to.. i didnt want to stress u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iloveeuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;justlikehowiusedtolovehim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really.didntyouknowthat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i dun expect u to change just for mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but.. put urself in my shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;how's the stress in mi then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;("v") never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;if u giive mii one chance to tell you how i was feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i would sing to you and tell you i wont live my life without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i would hold ur hand. and nebber let uu go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116860414042212304?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116860414042212304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116860414042212304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116860414042212304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116860414042212304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-pours-hard-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116800091024787211</id><published>2007-01-05T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:41:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;okiiiex.. today's our 2 months... happy yet not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i know it's not a good day today.. becos.. our job interview clashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;seriously, i'm tired today.. i think i'm worn out. becos of waking up at 630 everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i'm so tired dat i wanted to be at home sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i just cant wait for the surprises u may be giving mi today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and of course. i, have been pending for today. so much. so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i forced myself to carry on today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and the sun is like 10 x bigger then normal days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i feel thirssty every now and then =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i feel like i'm in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;in the bus. i've not changed. is only that. i think. if only at that point in time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we've keep it low profile. everything would be fine. isnt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i dunno how to tell u how i am feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;becos. u will be crying when u are stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this. make mi more stressed then you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i really cant stand it when u cry. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i dunno wad i can do to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but u will everytime say. can u don like dat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;omg.. i'll just go speechless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cause i dun know wad i did. and u call mi dun like that????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cant get it wad u want or need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;u know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm sad. really. it seems so much obstacles in front of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yet some i dunno how to cross it tog with u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i dunno that ur family has caused so much stress to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i think. i am adding it on to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thats why i was utterly despondent by the stress u are getting.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm sorry. i spoil our sweet 2 mths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DARLING_x and DEAR_x          &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;our sweet two months&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;05 ("v") 11 ("v") 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116800091024787211?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116800091024787211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116800091024787211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116800091024787211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116800091024787211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/okiiiex.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116689247961597994</id><published>2006-12-24T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:47:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i really wish to live like this forever and ever. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u've brought mii happiness that i have nebber think of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;every single day. i've live my life to the fullest everyday with euu around =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the thought of being with euu was nebber brought across my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the past, i love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this will last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever.and it nebber ends...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all the things u did for me.. are all surprises after surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i really didnt expect much. but. wad i get was really so unpredictable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u bring mi smiles. everyday. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;arrgghh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;making decision is just so difficult.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116689247961597994?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116689247961597994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116689247961597994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116689247961597994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116689247961597994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-really-wish-to-live-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116637143084481843</id><published>2006-12-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:03:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we talk lesser and lesser each time we meet..&lt;br /&gt;dun u think so??&lt;br /&gt;we used to be so chatty.. so much to talk about everything..&lt;br /&gt;we went out. to toy'r'us.. and this could help us to kill time fast..&lt;br /&gt;but now... i think even we went to play vball tog, we like seldom talk lerr..&lt;br /&gt;and then.. we went to eat tog... and we are like.. normal normal frens...&lt;br /&gt;no more like sisterly...&lt;br /&gt;no more... no more writting letters to each other...&lt;br /&gt;no more............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i send you to the bus stop as usual.... but everytime, we talk lesser and lesser..&lt;br /&gt;haiis.. i dunno wad had happenn...&lt;br /&gt;but i feel dialogue-less when i tok to you nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116637143084481843?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116637143084481843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116637143084481843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116637143084481843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116637143084481843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-talk-lesser-and-lesser-each-time-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116542121862278466</id><published>2006-12-06T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:06:58.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i need not hide anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but. i dun know.. everything is like so SUDDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;somehow.. i think my life cant move away from guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;always.. i am pressurize by guilt.. ALWAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when can i get away from it? tell me pls. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;though u told me u are happy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but. can i be happy.? like this? just like this? so. u think i can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;letting u know is a good thing. but. not letting u know is aso a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i am so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;really bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eileen goh! one after another! i dunno*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116542121862278466?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116542121862278466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116542121862278466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116542121862278466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116542121862278466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-not-hide-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116538743559574521</id><published>2006-12-06T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:43:55.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;when can i stop hiding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;i'm tired of hiding here and there.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;i'm reading .. a book. a book of philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which is ur blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;til&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;l.th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e.en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d.of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;me_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eileenn_\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116538743559574521?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116538743559574521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116538743559574521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116538743559574521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116538743559574521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-can-i-stop-hiding-im-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116533056135810732</id><published>2006-12-05T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:56:01.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 MONTH! 1 MONTH! 1 MONTH!!!!!&lt;/em&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/35909526-116533056135810732?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116533056135810732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116533056135810732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116533056135810732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116533056135810732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-month-1-month-1-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116486216141448113</id><published>2006-11-30T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:49:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's going to be one month soon.&lt;br /&gt;this 3 wks. i've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;and i really dun dare to put my mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;because she's always there. in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i live this one month with guilt.&lt;br /&gt;but tog with happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this 3 wks. i don know.&lt;br /&gt;whether u are happy or not.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope to ask you this question.&lt;br /&gt;NOT because i doubt you.&lt;br /&gt;but because i really want you to decide carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want to ask. if you really decided to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;i really dun mind. even if u tell me now. the one you like is her.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i know. if u tell me this, i'll be hurt. i will.&lt;br /&gt;but dun worry.&lt;br /&gt;because i know. i'm strong.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to make you confirm. and not to let u regret it much more later.&lt;br /&gt;we can treat this 3 wks as a lil exp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i dare not ask. i dare not. because i am so afaird that u misunderstand me.&lt;br /&gt;saying that i doubt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i rather to be hurt now.&lt;br /&gt;den later. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm seriously confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116486216141448113?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116486216141448113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116486216141448113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116486216141448113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116486216141448113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-going-to-be-one-month-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116455171641265360</id><published>2006-11-26T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:35:59.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;arrgghh.. wad i shud do? someone pls.. help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;feel so unstable BUT no doubts in anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;really. i dunno wad am i thinking. he's just so important. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;he's cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;he's cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;he's cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;he's cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i'm afraid. but i dunno wad i'm afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;haiis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dated_*26-11-2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116455171641265360?l=last-romance.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-35909526.post-116455059930765676</id><published>2006-11-26T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:16:39.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love this you.&lt;br /&gt;3 simple words i could say&lt;br /&gt;but it means so much to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love this you.&lt;br /&gt;till my eternal pain fade away.&lt;br /&gt;till i'm gone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love this you.&lt;br /&gt;even when u let go of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;u'll nebber be overlook and forgotten by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love this you.&lt;br /&gt;the incompletion of our love.&lt;br /&gt;because it will nv ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eileenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;till the end of time__*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;dated_*25-11-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116455059930765676?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116455059930765676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116455059930765676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116455059930765676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116455059930765676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-this-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116455043363821227</id><published>2006-11-26T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:13:53.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;what if i leave you one day.&lt;br /&gt;this phrase really leaves a deep impression in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i really dun dare to jump to conclusions or wad.&lt;br /&gt;because i dun want you to think that i don trust you.&lt;br /&gt;in fact. i really dun doubt our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;u said this.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like. bursting out into tears.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel insecured.&lt;br /&gt;are u still with me? i wondered.&lt;br /&gt;i think and i wish to speak.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, what can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;it has been 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;i dun know how many times i have been laughing with you around&lt;br /&gt;i really lost count.&lt;br /&gt;i really think alot alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;so much happy things.&lt;br /&gt;all the iLOVEyouS.&lt;br /&gt;all the blushes i see on u and me.&lt;br /&gt;all the kisses we've got.&lt;br /&gt;the holding of hands.&lt;br /&gt;the hanging up of phones.&lt;br /&gt;all these are craved onto my mind.&lt;br /&gt;leaving u.. seems impossible AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BUT i think again.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know. giving u up isnt an easy thing.&lt;br /&gt;didnt this apply to rita too..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i think i am really selfish indeed.&lt;br /&gt;why can rita forget and i cant&lt;br /&gt;there is no impossible.&lt;br /&gt;but i really tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i am waiting. waiting for you to put a stop to our relationship&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. but i guessed..... the day will come. sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid i would start to give up.&lt;br /&gt;seeing you like this i am really very sad.&lt;br /&gt;u seems so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;and. i shouldn't have walked in.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have walked into ur life.&lt;br /&gt;causing u to be sad and all this trouble.&lt;br /&gt;i thought we could face this tog.&lt;br /&gt;but i guesed we cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i walked in the rain of tears.='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i'll love you. even till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dated_*11-11-2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116455043363821227?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116455043363821227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116455043363821227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116455043363821227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116455043363821227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-if-i-leave-you-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116455006196561742</id><published>2006-11-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:07:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okiiex.. being with you is really very happy&lt;br /&gt;i am always laughing..&lt;br /&gt;as well as giving in..&lt;br /&gt;dunch you think so?&lt;br /&gt;i really dun know if wad i do was right..&lt;br /&gt;shud i even grab ur hands? have i add burden or problems to you..?&lt;br /&gt;i really dun know.. i hope i did not.&lt;br /&gt;but most probably yes i did..&lt;br /&gt;i have nebber regretted since the frst time i held ur hands tight.&lt;br /&gt;and decide not to let go anymore.&lt;br /&gt;yarhx.. ur attitude.. maybe needs to be change abit.&lt;br /&gt;u're really short tempered.. really.. or maybe, u are just stressed... right?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sry if i really stress you alot.&lt;br /&gt;being with you.. it's nothing.. just happiness i can find.&lt;br /&gt;although i would always get shouting from you, but i slowly get used to it.. =X&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if u have regretted it ..&lt;br /&gt;but i am really prepared for everything you are gonig to say&lt;br /&gt;from the day i held your hands tight.......&lt;br /&gt;i am really prepared..&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want anything more..&lt;br /&gt;i just want to live my life happily with you ard..&lt;br /&gt;i'm really contented enough.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i am always giving in.. i dun know if how long more i'll be able to give in..&lt;br /&gt;and you told me about ur display attitude..&lt;br /&gt;this things make me think so much..&lt;br /&gt;thinking if u just want me to forget you..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.. i looked into ur eyes.. with despondency.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what to do anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i wonder if i could really move on..&lt;br /&gt;how long can we hide this?&lt;br /&gt;forever? eternity?&lt;br /&gt;no way.. but.. i am afraid.. you would be wrong by rita.&lt;br /&gt;if she found out.. and if she never blames me...&lt;br /&gt;and if she blames you.. how sad would i be?&lt;br /&gt;i rather she blame me afterall.&lt;br /&gt;it's me who cause so so so so so much problems into you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;br /&gt;eileenn's eternal happiness with you.&lt;br /&gt;eileenn's eternal sadness with precious.&lt;br /&gt;my eternal pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;she's neither a burden nor problem..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to cry because u said this..&lt;br /&gt;"ya la ya la.. go cry larhx.. "&lt;br /&gt;omg.. i didnt know that i am so sensitive to this pharse of urs..&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm veri sad to hear you said that.&lt;br /&gt;neber in life. ppl are already crying.. and cry for you lerr...&lt;br /&gt;and this is wad u said back..&lt;br /&gt;arrgghh.. never heard of a guy saying this wor........&lt;br /&gt;nvm.. u're just unique lil dino =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;dated_*07-11-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116455006196561742?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116455006196561742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116455006196561742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116455006196561742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116455006196561742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/okiiex_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116454991853669984</id><published>2006-11-26T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:05:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i dun know.. arggh..&lt;br /&gt;love is just a weird thing.&lt;br /&gt;i seroiusly doesnt know what i shud do.&lt;br /&gt;yesh.. i love you and i really really do.&lt;br /&gt;but i started to wonder..&lt;br /&gt;will this harm my precious?&lt;br /&gt;and.. are we going to lead a hiding life always?&lt;br /&gt;when will this last.? or shud i say can i take the blow if this ends.&lt;br /&gt;if only we didnt start.. it wouldnt end.&lt;br /&gt;hiding? here and there.. it's tough..&lt;br /&gt;but i dun know how deerick goh knows..&lt;br /&gt;i really dun noe..&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid to hurt my precious once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;or maybe i shouldnt try at all.&lt;br /&gt;i should just be determine.. to forget u.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to hurt my special and my precious.&lt;br /&gt;both of you are so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;let things settle down first bahx.&lt;br /&gt;let me think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/apple0105/357532923322266234501997926469.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;dated_*05-11-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116454991853669984?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116454991853669984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116454991853669984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116454991853669984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116454991853669984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dun-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116454954789751950</id><published>2006-11-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:59:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;my life without you and your calls... seems so weird... i miss them very much.. i really really do...&lt;br /&gt;i yearn to hear your voice...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to hear them so badly that i've forgotton that i need not wait for your calls... and i am still waiting everyday without fail..&lt;br /&gt;i know it;s difficult for me to give you up..&lt;br /&gt;but since u're trying hard, i have no reason why i shouldnt try hard as well.&lt;br /&gt;waiting... and finally ur msg came..&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy yet confused..you ask me to chat on phone with you..&lt;br /&gt;yarhx,, i was happy.. but thinking back , if i didnt talk to you like before, would you be sad and blame yourself for the cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided... i find millions of excuse not to call you..&lt;br /&gt;but i am hurting inside.. the pain is undescriable..&lt;br /&gt;i am so sad.. finally, you have lost your patience..&lt;br /&gt;you said nvm.. i knew.. you must be angry... u must be sad..&lt;br /&gt;i am really cant help hurting too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;many times i think back.. if only i can chose to love you and forget you.. which one wud i chose i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;yarhx larhx.. afterall.. i found out that.. i really find it difficult to remove you away.. you're just like in my hard disk..&lt;br /&gt;although i am spending alot of time witrh my GOH.s family.. but.. every slacking moment, u're still there.. mentally..&lt;br /&gt;i really cant find any ways to forget.. if i dun.. wad wud happen to you and my precious?&lt;br /&gt;i dare not predict.&lt;br /&gt;trying to study with deerick and pearl.. i sometimes dun really concentrate..&lt;br /&gt;once in a while , i will think of you.. how u smile , just brightens up my day..&lt;br /&gt;can i chose? can i? choice choses me...&lt;br /&gt;and i cant chose choices..&lt;br /&gt;isnt it? i dun know how long i can last.. but i know, i have fall in deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eileenn__\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;dated_*31-10-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116454954789751950?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116454954789751950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116454954789751950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116454954789751950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116454954789751950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-life-without-you-and-your-calls.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116454927941679821</id><published>2006-11-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:57:18.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;okiiex. was trying to blog somehow.. but didnt managed to do it.. so no choice... got to do it here...&lt;br /&gt;i was like stuggling to make today's time pass faster..&lt;br /&gt;thinking back.. i am not even concentrated for the chinese paper today..&lt;br /&gt;lying down on the table..reading and trying hard to concentrate..&lt;br /&gt;but seriously i cant really do it.. argghh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i am really dying.. physically and mentally... i dunn0 how to sumarise ytd...&lt;br /&gt;u've got so much to say.. and she have so much to say.. and i too, have so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;i am like thinking.. i really caused so much thing into the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;i am really very bad.. i am hurt.. because the both of u is like....... so sad because of all thses problems..&lt;br /&gt;how? can i make everything better.? i didnt want to try anymore.. i am tired..&lt;br /&gt;all ur words.. everything related to you... i'm like giving up.. giving up just like this...&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth it at all.. not worth.. i'm sry.&lt;br /&gt;how much i have done to cause so much hurt on her..&lt;br /&gt;she must be hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt so badly so badly.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;looking at both of u, i really blamed myself.. really blamed... i really dun know how i can help...&lt;br /&gt;can i just move away? and treat it as i'm not in the picture at all.&lt;br /&gt;i believe everythin would be just fine.. i'm so sry..... ='(&lt;br /&gt;really sry..&lt;br /&gt;all of the sorrys u all have told me.. i shud be the one to say sorry instead... so much of things i've created..&lt;br /&gt;i dun noe wad more i can do.. i really dun noe...&lt;br /&gt;the msgs i get from precious.. i hate to c it.. i hate it. i didnt even eant her to msg me things like this..&lt;br /&gt;i just want her to think that she is n0t at fault.. and she's not indeed.. but she said sry.. i felt the xtreme hurt..&lt;br /&gt;calling you.. talking to you.. saying if things could go back like b4.. if only it can.. IF....&lt;br /&gt;i am really wondering... so sry.. ICANT. joke like b4? no way. i told you.. after febuary.. u know why?&lt;br /&gt;it's because i need not face you after i get my results... but how long can i hide?&lt;br /&gt;how long? i know.. i love you.. but i aso know i couldnt... dat's a pain.... i am seriously lost..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eileen__\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dated_*30-10-2006&lt;/em&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/35909526-116454927941679821?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116454927941679821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116454927941679821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116454927941679821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116454927941679821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/okiiex.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116454913779357787</id><published>2006-11-26T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:57:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i think both of u are good in finding my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i have no reason to blog there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;letting you find my blog must be hurtful to you.&lt;br /&gt;i really blame myself for having a private blog.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know that u would find it.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorryy. for the hurt that i have been loading on you.&lt;br /&gt;u must be upset. and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;i am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to express myself. dats why the most i can do is to say sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;though i wrote a pack of lies in the letter for you.&lt;br /&gt;but i really mean well.&lt;br /&gt;cause i believe it will make you feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;so much so much.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;haiis.. thinking back of what i wrote.. it's really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. but i just want u to think that i dun like at all.&lt;br /&gt;so that... u could feel better. and of course.. love him. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you need not leave and be a loner.&lt;br /&gt;really. u think for urself..&lt;br /&gt;first, if u leave.. 3 person get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;but if u stay, only one will get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;this minimise the pain of getting 3 to 1.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it better?&lt;br /&gt;second, i choose to leave.&lt;br /&gt;i really cant bear to see my precious suffering..&lt;br /&gt;yes, i love you. and i know i really do.&lt;br /&gt;but i believe, leaving will do u good too.&lt;br /&gt;i knew you love her veri veri veri much.&lt;br /&gt;maybe just like how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;how can i possibly be so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;to intercept in?&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry. i chose to walked away.&lt;br /&gt;takkairex my dear ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i am not pushing u away. neither am i going to pull u near.&lt;br /&gt;i dunn0 wad i shud even do.&lt;br /&gt;at this point in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;causing hurt into you is my biggest regret.&lt;br /&gt;w/o ur (precious) smile. can i continue to smile?&lt;br /&gt;and w/o ur (special) smile too, can i smile too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;leaving in pain.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, time would heal me.&lt;br /&gt;learn to live. alone. w/o you.&lt;br /&gt;u've made me smile. u've made me teared.&lt;br /&gt;but u need not anymore.cause i would love you no more. no more...no more..... no more.........no more................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ithurtsmorethenanythingelse. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i am avoiding.. i am really avoiding....... avoiding is really difficult i know..&lt;br /&gt;how to leave? when i am clinging so much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/apple0105/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-ilu.and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ireallyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i dunno how to n0t call u..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to reject ur calls.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to live w/o u... and ur callss..&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dated_*28-10-2006&lt;/em&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/35909526-116454913779357787?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116454913779357787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116454913779357787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116454913779357787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116454913779357787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-both-of-u-are-good-in-finding_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116187731017266431</id><published>2006-10-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:44:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>almost everytime i come to blog but thinking if u would find this link again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i think she has found out ler bahx.&lt;br /&gt;arggh. i must have caused tremendous hurt on her.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me so when i looked at her nick and blog.&lt;br /&gt;looking at her trying to express out how much she needs you.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that this shouldnt carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this lil chat with her dat day on msn,&lt;br /&gt;her nick was.&lt;br /&gt;[icouldfeelthepaininyou,ihateppltohurtyou,butiamhurtingyousodeeply]&lt;br /&gt;so i asked if she is okiiex......&lt;br /&gt;it was merely some concern i wished to show.&lt;br /&gt;ya, she said.&lt;br /&gt;but of course i replied [really?] cause she doesnt sounds really right.&lt;br /&gt;[i am FINE] was what she tried to emphasize.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the caps letters of fine........&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know how to reply anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i left the chat untouched.&lt;br /&gt;leaving thoughts running aboutt my mind&lt;br /&gt;i felt sad. and thinking wad went wrong in between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, had a chat with her again.&lt;br /&gt;telling her dat i'll be able to meet her tomolo.&lt;br /&gt;we use to be excited whenever we are going to meet.&lt;br /&gt;but this time round is like,&lt;br /&gt;[okiiex, so tomolo if i am training, then u take the blue plastic bag.]&lt;br /&gt;i said okiiex, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;her nick was [enolaicepsruoysawihsiwi] - i wish i was your special one.&lt;br /&gt;arggh. this gave a hard knock on my head.&lt;br /&gt;thinking deep that i am worst than anything else on earth.&lt;br /&gt;arrghh.. she must have find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to her blog to check if she is really getting along well this few days..&lt;br /&gt;and found out she really wants to return to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she really wants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really really wants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at ur blog too.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt you who's at fault.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nebber blamed urself can?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u didnt enter and caused hurt to us&lt;br /&gt;instead, i am the one who enterd the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;and causing into today's problems.&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt let you know.&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt choose to love.&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt take this alternative road.&lt;br /&gt;things will never be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;neber blamed urslef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hurts so much to see the hurt in you and her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, why not...&lt;br /&gt;we let everything stop here.&lt;br /&gt;lets get back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have hurt her deep enough.&lt;br /&gt;i want to end this now no matter how hard it is.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry ='(&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;letsforgeteverything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eileenn's eternal pain. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it strikes exactly on the top left corner of my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;where it's fragile afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;where it slowlys leave some cracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and a gentle touch from anything , it breaks.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;l.pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it rains. and i've always like to sit near the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i would feel so ease looking at the droplets hitting hard on the window plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it makes me think of nothing. but today is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the feeling no longer stays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;because i was thinking, do i cry just like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ha.ha. i guess so. it must be so weird to think of how i cry...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;l.pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/apple0105/ep.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116187731017266431?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116187731017266431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116187731017266431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116187731017266431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116187731017266431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/almost-everytime-i-come-to-blog-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116179943457633332</id><published>2006-10-26T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T02:03:54.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno. haiis.&lt;br /&gt;even after the letter you wrote.&lt;br /&gt;argh.. i just dun noe.&lt;br /&gt;i dunn0 if i am there in u.&lt;br /&gt;haiis.&lt;br /&gt;i just dun want really dun want to hurt her&lt;br /&gt;not that i want to push u away.&lt;br /&gt;u would never know how much i want u to be by myside.&lt;br /&gt;u would never noe.&lt;br /&gt;nebber....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so so so sad too.&lt;br /&gt;i am really out of my wits lerr.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad i can do.&lt;br /&gt;to benefit all of us.&lt;br /&gt;how. can i?&lt;br /&gt;i am like stuck.&lt;br /&gt;stuck in the middle of no where.&lt;br /&gt;how to move away.&lt;br /&gt;how.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how much hurt i would caused to her.&lt;br /&gt;if she knew i like you.&lt;br /&gt;arggh. i dare not face this reality.&lt;br /&gt;i am really really suffering.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; let this 2 precious suffer.please.&lt;br /&gt;i am willing to give up.&lt;br /&gt;really. just give me the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;i will really try. i wud.but chance are not here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sry. sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry.sry&lt;br /&gt;i'd dun want. dun want to love. dun want to be loved. i'm sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*teared* a million times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*teared* a million times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*teared* a million times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116179943457633332?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116179943457633332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116179943457633332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116179943457633332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116179943457633332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116160310553595697</id><published>2006-10-23T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:31:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiis.&lt;br /&gt;how shud i describe how i am feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;hmms. it's so tiring actually.&lt;br /&gt;so can anyone tell me wads a love story?&lt;br /&gt;does every love story have a good ending?&lt;br /&gt;"they live happily ever after......"&lt;br /&gt;"they finally got together as they wished...."&lt;br /&gt;instead, in the first place, does a love story need an ending?&lt;br /&gt;whenever we watch drama or movie,&lt;br /&gt;we would always moan and groan if it doesnt have an ending.&lt;br /&gt;is ending/ the result so important?&lt;br /&gt;i thought the process is the most important of all?&lt;br /&gt;love story.&lt;br /&gt;each and everyone of us is living in our own story..&lt;br /&gt;we are the directors,the artistes and the story writer.&lt;br /&gt;we make our own choices.&lt;br /&gt;no one is to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;if the story doesnt comes to a good ending.&lt;br /&gt;to me, the process of it is so important than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;u learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;. u exp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;erience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;, u make m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;istakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;all of this take place in the process.&lt;br /&gt;wad do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad expression shud i give now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; must be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurting inside out too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aint ur action hurting too"&lt;br /&gt;this phrase appears in the innocent blog of hers.&lt;br /&gt;but i can feel.&lt;br /&gt;she is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;she MUST BE in pain.&lt;br /&gt;she must have fell in love with you lerr.&lt;br /&gt;arrgghh.. i'm so sry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm no one to you again. hah. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really not veri sure.&lt;br /&gt;no no no no no no no no confidence.&lt;br /&gt;low low low low low low low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;arggh... wad happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare not love you.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not sure either.&lt;br /&gt;maybe. we're just different.&lt;br /&gt;so different. that we couldnt find the difference in us.&lt;br /&gt;moreover, my precious shouldnt / couldnt / MUST NEVER be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;haiis.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dun noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; doubts a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;re left u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nan&lt;/span&gt;swered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose to leave.&lt;br /&gt;i chose to step out.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/strong&gt; leave&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/strong&gt; step out.&lt;br /&gt;thus, igiveup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;both mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i noe. i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;may m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ean noth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i may&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;one to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ne to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you wil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;l be no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;one to m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;e anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;af&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;lvls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;m s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; nothin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;g anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116160310553595697?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116160310553595697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116160310553595697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116160310553595697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116160310553595697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/haiis.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116152919562884525</id><published>2006-10-22T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:59:55.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argghh.. i think i fall sick ler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116152919562884525?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116152919562884525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116152919562884525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116152919562884525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116152919562884525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/argghh.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116144500380887610</id><published>2006-10-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:36:43.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh dear. i dun noe wth i am doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;saying to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but when???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when am i going to carry out doing what i've said???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;breaking laws of mine every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;argghh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ihatethisunpredictablelove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;godgodgodgodgod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;knowing she smsed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wad has it got to do with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;huh, EILEEN GOH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wads wrong with them talking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;u're jealous lorx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ICANTBE LIKETHIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nojealousy nojealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;got to carry out my laws lerr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;she's.still.there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;in.both.our.minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1st leens.law: CUT DOWN on talking on phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd leens.law: NO MEETING in the middle of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3rd leens.law: NEVER let him in to house. even he's pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4th leens.law: NO INTIMATE actions together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5th leens.law: NEVER hug. even if i am sad.NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6th leens.law: DUN EVER THINK how wonderful he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7th leens.law: STOP WAITING for calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8th leens.law: DUN FIND him in msn whenever online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9th leens.law: FORGET AND ERASED the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10th leens.law: FORGET HIM onceAND FOR ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;choices&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lead to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;plsloveher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;.*prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ised*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;/ ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116144500380887610?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116144500380887610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116144500380887610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116144500380887610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116144500380887610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116136261242676351</id><published>2006-10-21T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:43:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okiiex.&lt;br /&gt;i have proved it to myslef that i can.&lt;br /&gt;i really and finally can ler.&lt;br /&gt;the best way out.&lt;br /&gt;yes.it is.&lt;br /&gt;okiiex. ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awake once again?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;i shud have awake long ago.&lt;br /&gt;no more posting like before ler..&lt;br /&gt;ha.ha. no more talks i think. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116136261242676351?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116136261242676351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116136261242676351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116136261242676351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116136261242676351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/okiiex.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116126886006014975</id><published>2006-10-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:41:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it didnt ring, didnt ring, it just didnt ring.&lt;br /&gt;all the believes i had. seems lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;yarhx.. i've always say i can. but when.&lt;br /&gt;i questioned myself every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;i really can? or. it's just one of the thousands lie again?&lt;br /&gt;arrghh.. I CAN DE LARHX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the world, you may be one person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to one person, you may be the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nvm. i knew i love you lesser today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really? argghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ilu more i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116126886006014975?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116126886006014975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116126886006014975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116126886006014975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116126886006014975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-didnt-ring-didnt-ring-it-just-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116114868131201137</id><published>2006-10-18T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T13:18:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>afterall, i still changed my url. and my username.&lt;br /&gt;not for any particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;to cause u so much suffering.&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt have blurt out that i fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb my blogskin for this reality?&lt;br /&gt;it writes : hold me tight and nebber let mi go&lt;br /&gt;i really wants to hold you tight.&lt;br /&gt;how much i wished i could&lt;br /&gt;but i really cant.&lt;br /&gt;seeing you tear, it hurt so much inside me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm finding your laughter...but it seems missing.&lt;br /&gt;i dun want. i rather u can smile happily in every single day of ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u kept asking if i could hold tight.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;em&gt;heart breaks&lt;/em&gt;. i am thinking so hard.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could.&lt;br /&gt;how much tears i dropped, when u turned your back against me?&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;em&gt;hurting inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first to see u unhappy&lt;br /&gt;second, i'm wondering when would u turn back and look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every once when i pushed ur hands away,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;pain i felt isnt that easy to ease.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didnt noe that how much i wants you to hug.&lt;br /&gt;but here i am pushing it away&lt;br /&gt;because i am&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; trying veri veri veri hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;you grab my hands.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so&lt;em&gt; touched.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt have a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;i chose to move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked seriously into your eyes everytime i had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;it's because i dont know only till when i have the chance again.&lt;br /&gt;u've always asked why&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt tell you the reason.&lt;br /&gt;today i looked into ur eyes.&lt;br /&gt;because i am thinking how can i possibly forget you by tomolo.&lt;br /&gt;i am really veri sad when i think of it&lt;br /&gt;i walked you to the road.&lt;br /&gt;den to 7-11&lt;br /&gt;den to the end of the 7-11 block&lt;br /&gt;den to the mama shop&lt;br /&gt;den to the bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;den to mac&lt;br /&gt;den to traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;why i am always giving in.&lt;br /&gt;didnt u asked urself?&lt;br /&gt;it's because i &lt;em&gt;seriously doesnt wish to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking hard when i walked away from you.&lt;br /&gt;and i've found out,&lt;br /&gt;i am really in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and it will last. &lt;em&gt;till the end of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was telling you&lt;br /&gt;i choosed to let go&lt;br /&gt;and i cant hold tight any longer.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is bleeding profusely.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just till tomolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116114868131201137?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116114868131201137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116114868131201137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116114868131201137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116114868131201137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/afterall-i-still-changed-my-url.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116109895704852155</id><published>2006-10-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:29:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why i love this special someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this unpredictable love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when can i stop falling in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;only when i really really really have the will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-[-thinking thinking thinking thinking thinking thinking-]-n&lt;br /&gt;the above is the thinking polymerisation. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let study keep me busy&lt;br /&gt;and allow me to forget you can?&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i insisted to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the reason is obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my lil precious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;un-hurt-able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116109895704852155?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116109895704852155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116109895704852155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116109895704852155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116109895704852155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-i-love-this-special-someone-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116100093753668261</id><published>2006-10-16T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:20:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yarhx.. i have so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-------------------------------d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;till i dunn0 where i shud start from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----------------------o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what to say and what i can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----------------------------n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dun noe. when i am suppose to say smt, nothing comes into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but when i am thinking, so much of it came out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--------g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;argghh.. my mind is going bonkers in no time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;---------o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not that we didnt talk like b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but is maybe things around us are getting more stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and nothing worth gossiping about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and b4 we got so much to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;of course, it's because i have so much problem with that bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;everyday.. so much to tell you.. didnt even ask if u are tired of my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so much things happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i am n0t related to bird anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dats why i am happy leading my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;need not quarrel with him anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;isnt that a relief to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what i want to say is already simplified into 2 words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i cant be so selfish to tell you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm not going to let you think so deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it causes headache u noe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;telling you that i will feel that i am a let down to..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yarhx. it's just 2 simple words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can u find it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116100093753668261?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116100093753668261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116100093753668261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116100093753668261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116100093753668261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/yarhx.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116092788189508447</id><published>2006-10-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:58:01.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whenever ii am discovered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll be thinking hard about what to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if humans mind could have different folders for different things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how great would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;everything would be so systematic. and neat. nothing would be mixed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am lazy to change lerr.. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i cant even figure out how did u managed to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no matter how i changed, u'll still find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i think n0 point changing so many times.when i will still be discoverd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dictionary.com---an agreement or promise to do something in the future;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The state of being bound emotionally or intellectually to a course of action or to another person or persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;arrgghh.. i just did a new blogskin and i am discovered so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haiis. ii am afraid agaiin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i might n0t be able to blog like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;if everything can be forgotten easily, memories would nebber exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116092788189508447?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116092788189508447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116092788189508447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116092788189508447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116092788189508447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/whenever-ii-am-discovered.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116083623026441192</id><published>2006-10-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:30:30.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hope my laughter ytd did cover the sound of me weeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;while weeping, while laughing just to cover it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;isnt it so silly of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u kept asking.. why are u laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've always answerd that i am doing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yup. i am wiping my tears away every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i laugh not only to cover. but aso to keep in mind that i'm happy for u all. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ytd was talking to you on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tok and tok. but i dunno wad we are toking abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not really paying attention to wad we are chatting about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as usual.. i am thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thinking of diff ways to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but how? i asked myslef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no avail of answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;becos i think i have fall so deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and n0thing can help mi out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;finally. i sort out everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i decided to start from basic things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was wanting to tell you that i might not be able to talk after ytd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because i am going to concentrate on my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i didnt bring myslef to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but when we are going to hang the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we would normal end with. okiex larhx. bb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and u would say really arhx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the past, i would nv hang. and i would wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;normally till u hang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but.ytd, i really decided to start from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hang the phone down STRAIGHT after i said bb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am trying hard. trust me. i really am. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;although i cant bring myslef to hang like normal,but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i am not going to wait anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;becos i might just sink in deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the haze wanted my life today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm almost found dead in the hse. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-ilu.ireallyreallydo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116083623026441192?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116083623026441192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116083623026441192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116083623026441192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116083623026441192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hope-my-laughter-ytd-did-cover-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116076001146524352</id><published>2006-10-14T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:27:14.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;omg.. it's so hurtful. everytime u are going to say something about you and her , i have always kept so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;it's because i am always listening hard on was you are trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;so u all patch.&lt;br /&gt;haiis&lt;br /&gt;i am sad. indeed.&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;i am dying..&lt;br /&gt;veri veri veri veri veri veri veri hurt..&lt;br /&gt;but wad ii can do?&lt;br /&gt;i cant do a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;but i am also happy for the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time the hurt adds on.&lt;br /&gt;dun worri.. i'll be fine. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ifeelpainagain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it'slikesolongsinceihadTHISKINDofpain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116076001146524352?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116076001146524352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116076001146524352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116076001146524352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116076001146524352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116075171619158764</id><published>2006-10-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:01:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you must be hurt badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but she might be hurt badly too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all ur suicidal thoughts are to selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have you ever think of the others who cared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how sad will they be if u're gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n0thing can express their sadness towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n0t everything can be sloved by commiting suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if you think u can , u're absolutely wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u told me nebber run away from problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but what do you think you are doing n0w?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;isnt u running away too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes i am sad but u've add to my unhappiness just by "do you have panadols?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm n0t born ytd.. i know wad u're thinking of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but is that YOUR WAY to slove problems? i doubt so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i told u to kill everyone that cares for you b4 u commit suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you said u'll kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how i wished to tell you to kill me first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because i didnt want to get hurt when u die. so let me die b4 you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i didnt reply ur msg that way. becos i guessed it's abit inapporiate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;every msg i received from you thinking of suicidal, is a cut on my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the cut gets deeper and deeper as our msg goes on. it's bleeding non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really dun know what happen to both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but can you please stop all this willful thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because you will never know who will ever get hurt JUST because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;takkaiirex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-ilu.andireallyreallydo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116075171619158764?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116075171619158764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35909526&amp;postID=116075171619158764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116075171619158764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35909526/posts/default/116075171619158764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-must-be-hurt-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen.G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35909526.post-116066777991423636</id><published>2006-10-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:42:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;miss the days. but they must be forgotton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;once again i am here , heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;this is so hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;but i am willing to give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;because she is too precious to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;somemore, both are in love with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;how can i possibly cut in and bring hurt to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i love you but i cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i knew i can forget you one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;just that time plays an important part in the healing process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;happy yet sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;isnt this contradicting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i am really happy for the both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;yet , i am sad. just to think about leaving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;yes , it hurts but it's all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;please cherished the time both of you spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;do takkairex too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the memories will be erased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love you and i really really do. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35909526-116066777991423636?l=last-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116066777991423636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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