<?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-2368063305404281240</id><updated>2012-02-21T03:48:03.615+08:00</updated><category term='Emo Songs Come To My Way'/><category term='Grab Frm Fren Ster'/><category term='I love you dearly...'/><category term='Can I Keep Your Hug?'/><category term='Love Is Simple'/><category term='Freezing'/><category term='Emi Couldnt Bear Aprt Wit Him'/><category term='Mai Lai Emii'/><category term='Simple Love Is Always Created In Our Journey..'/><category term='leo At NUH.com.sg =P'/><category term='The pics keep me smiling foolishly =)'/><category term='Go away Emily... ... Jus go..'/><category term='Sick Emii'/><category term='Shut Inside The Doors'/><category term='I want to cry it out'/><category term='Let&apos;s Walk Tis Journey Tgt..'/><category term='赤い糸'/><category term='teach me...'/><category term='i dun actually expecting my bday..'/><category term='They Named Us As Inseperable Couple'/><category term='A Lonely Nite =('/><category term='He&apos;s The Moon + I&apos;m The Star =)'/><title type='text'>•*¨*•.¸¸❤ Ємιℓʏ: ᶫᵒᵛᵉ such an deep affection ❤¸¸.•*¨*•</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>367</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-1098050214984421871</id><published>2012-02-21T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T03:46:35.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the day i met u, i just love u.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoSFnaJqMdM/T0KfdIr0C_I/AAAAAAAABe0/qxoSl5bvbEc/s1600/408779_10150637408095590_551655589_11463032_2084471006_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711302600355482610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoSFnaJqMdM/T0KfdIr0C_I/AAAAAAAABe0/qxoSl5bvbEc/s320/408779_10150637408095590_551655589_11463032_2084471006_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj2l4U5yLsw/T0Kfc5ZC3wI/AAAAAAAABeo/3tsHDQfQeWw/s1600/403288_10150661200390590_551655589_11527389_358658300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711302596250230530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj2l4U5yLsw/T0Kfc5ZC3wI/AAAAAAAABeo/3tsHDQfQeWw/s320/403288_10150661200390590_551655589_11527389_358658300_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irZ9v8to51s/T0Kfb47GuaI/AAAAAAAABeg/CHX2kSbh3zs/s1600/404545_10150596771120590_551655589_11346754_712633611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711302578944784802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irZ9v8to51s/T0Kfb47GuaI/AAAAAAAABeg/CHX2kSbh3zs/s320/404545_10150596771120590_551655589_11346754_712633611_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3qzMPMms0Q/T0KfbnPaLVI/AAAAAAAABeM/ACh9K5Dgle8/s1600/401636_10150596771555590_551655589_11346759_716759121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711302574198107474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3qzMPMms0Q/T0KfbnPaLVI/AAAAAAAABeM/ACh9K5Dgle8/s320/401636_10150596771555590_551655589_11346759_716759121_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Br6lVQS4xP0/T0KambyNHPI/AAAAAAAABdw/4F_MXrmZqhs/s1600/402289_10150591035285590_551655589_11322761_1554639372_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711297262543248626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Br6lVQS4xP0/T0KambyNHPI/AAAAAAAABdw/4F_MXrmZqhs/s320/402289_10150591035285590_551655589_11322761_1554639372_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;31st Dec - The 3rd time i met u in club.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Was looking out for u bcos u texted me, haven seen u ard.&lt;br /&gt;At a certain timing, u popping out of nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We danced just like we gonna have some cypher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then ur fren, pushed me to u &amp;amp; we danced tgt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But we keep backing out bcos we afraid might play with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Til then u kissed me, i was afraid, scared &amp;amp; yet still receiving kisses from u.&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt certain are u a rite guy in my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711297249748658722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-WGnyokSTc/T0KalsHvKiI/AAAAAAAABdU/TRTKPcvUQyA/s320/406288_10150590862485446_597180445_11483085_1864986614_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3rd Jan - I actually went over to ur place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We had a long conversations regarding our past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So on, we jus continue texting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7th Jan - We met up agn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Drink, Drank, Drunk at Marv's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;At certain timing, we cldnt slp &amp;amp; get up for early Mac Breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8th Jan - went to Marv's place agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Headed to town bought my Gong Cha, letting u had the 1st try &amp;amp; u liked it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Trying to do my BTT for the following next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I asked u something ... ... Well to stayover..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We jus enjoying our's acc &amp;amp; fell aslp of cuddling each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9th Jan - My BTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Failed my BTT &amp;amp; u was waiting for me to complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We head to NEX for dinner &amp;amp; Gong Cha agn. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tt nite u just wished to come over to my place agn to cuddle me while slping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&amp;amp; tt nite was the time i agreed to ur r/s propose. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Your just so happy when i accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silly Baby Boy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Til today, we are still loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No quarrels, no arguements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just a slight conflicts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We meetup everyday without getting bored of seeing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Each day, our heart jus whispers to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We just fall for each other day by day more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wat im always loved to see in u:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your sudden random cute expressions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your addictations to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your laziness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your big appetite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your unglam slping poses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Our long conversations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your ........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just everything.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby, i never dare to say tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;U're just in my life now, if 1 day we ever got seperated, i wldnt noe how will tt even be like or feel like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just love to have u in my life for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love u.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoSFnaJqMdM/T0KfdIr0C_I/AAAAAAAABe0/qxoSl5bvbEc/s72-c/408779_10150637408095590_551655589_11463032_2084471006_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-591435391805541648</id><published>2012-02-02T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T11:48:00.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agn im back.</title><content type='html'>Hate some of things going on.&lt;br /&gt;I lost 2 frens along the way when i found a love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things had changed.&lt;br /&gt;Yet still being a slacker of doing nth daily other than having a loves acc &amp; dance.&lt;br /&gt;While on the other hand, tweeting all those love confessions &amp; ppl got irritated?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, ppl have diff ways of saying it out, y cant jus let them be?&lt;br /&gt;Not as in everyday confessing too...&lt;br /&gt;Im seriously cant get tis thinking working out.&lt;br /&gt;R u guys being jealous or envious?&lt;br /&gt;Now i jus think u guys r really stupid, making things in public, purposely showing it to me in a indirect way.&lt;br /&gt;I was f**ked, speechless but i doubt i, myself can rest tis matter.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks man. For knocking Me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo cant be tweeted, love also cant be tweeted, u guys jus go eat shit.&lt;br /&gt;All tis r suppose to be part of daily stuffs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AaXrYwiUyqk/TyoHbuo9utI/AAAAAAAABdI/rJbGKlPlaSw/s640/blogger-image--915123845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AaXrYwiUyqk/TyoHbuo9utI/AAAAAAAABdI/rJbGKlPlaSw/s640/blogger-image--915123845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-591435391805541648?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/591435391805541648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=591435391805541648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/591435391805541648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/591435391805541648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2012/02/agn-im-back.html' title='Agn im back.'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AaXrYwiUyqk/TyoHbuo9utI/AAAAAAAABdI/rJbGKlPlaSw/s72-c/blogger-image--915123845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-1179828962815992499</id><published>2011-11-13T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:51:25.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look forward, move on, jus smile.</title><content type='html'>Wat i had been muddling tis days, jus  a lil too much whereas im single &amp; jobless.&lt;br /&gt;Mind wants a love but heart doesnt seems to be ready despite been seeing the old foot tracks. &lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is a lil way too fast, haven get to noe the partner alr gt lil upset for him. Funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;Im jus always belief tt im nt the only gal he can consider on.&lt;br /&gt;There must be plenty gals r much better than me. &lt;br /&gt;I noe, dun have to make it sounds so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Like me, i also cld consider on other guys too.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is i jus fear of the guys now, hate too.&lt;br /&gt;1st thing they like gals jus for the sake comes &amp; goes only, once date once or twice, jus sex wit the gals.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we gals didnt rejected tt. Some r born to be bitch, can always hop to another's but some jus being slightly possesive, start to tail on the guy's movement.&lt;br /&gt;I noe r/s dun happen 1st now, it's like sex 1st b4 r/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans jus likes to make mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;Tt's imperfect is born on every1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of times, i wan to ask or tell to tis some1 but i jus cldnt pick the courage to. My heart jus sank further.&lt;br /&gt;Im jus a unknown, i clearly noe tt which i dun tok much ab myself. &lt;br /&gt;I jus used to bottle it up &amp; let it kill me silently.&lt;br /&gt;Who even noe? Noe tt I do actually wan to cry it out? No1...&lt;br /&gt;I dun say i have any mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart jus tired, lookin for some1 tt i cld lean on awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1179828962815992499?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1179828962815992499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1179828962815992499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1179828962815992499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1179828962815992499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-forward-move-on-jus-smile.html' title='Look forward, move on, jus smile.'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-8772474135738738474</id><published>2011-11-09T04:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T04:54:20.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&amp;apos;s been more than 3 mths....</title><content type='html'>Time flies. How r u?&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 3 mths alr.&lt;br /&gt;U noe who m i referring. Tot our r/s only like 8mths, still often comes my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Marv, Will did asked me ab u.&lt;br /&gt;I ans tt we haven been contacted since then.&lt;br /&gt;Noe-ing the wishes ur parents wan u settles ur studies, i jus think i shldnt bother u anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Til the extend, i nv been rite, nv treat u as pirority. &lt;br /&gt;Cos i seen myself cared my frens more than u. &lt;br /&gt;They r impt to my life, u noe.&lt;br /&gt;They loved me for who i m.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry tt i jus let it passed bcos of tis issues, often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i ever jus hope u r doin gd... Without me, yes.. I noe u will...&lt;br /&gt;Find a gal who will nv be in my ways.&lt;br /&gt;If u ever will, u noe u have my blessings. &lt;br /&gt;For real. &lt;br /&gt;Do tc &amp; be positive. :)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-s9AfO_Kh2Ts/TrmW-m5hn9I/AAAAAAAABdA/5MihpBmQM_4/s640/blogger-image--1447771783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-s9AfO_Kh2Ts/TrmW-m5hn9I/AAAAAAAABdA/5MihpBmQM_4/s640/blogger-image--1447771783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8772474135738738474?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8772474135738738474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8772474135738738474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8772474135738738474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8772474135738738474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-been-more-than-3-mths.html' title='It&amp;amp;apos;s been more than 3 mths....'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-s9AfO_Kh2Ts/TrmW-m5hn9I/AAAAAAAABdA/5MihpBmQM_4/s72-c/blogger-image--1447771783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5613452520591480045</id><published>2011-10-18T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T04:55:27.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you?</title><content type='html'>The finest sentence always ask ppl ard &amp; ppl askin me. Im gd, my heart is still doin the same, movin on step by step. Realised a lot great mistakes i done. Im jus awfully shy person when u 1st c me but i can be chatative &amp; funny if u noe me along the way. I wants to get a love, yes i hate to say tt i really selfish, always nd a rely. But i have to be on my own now to get better &amp; become better. &lt;br /&gt;Back 3 mths ago, he always told me i nv did change &amp; understand y my ex saying such things at me. True enough, always stand by myself &amp; think im rite when im nt, jus a petty stubborn immature kid. &lt;br /&gt;Mature spells when we understand such situations &amp; nt keep doin such things, yet i did nt. Nv changes at all. Still doin it to provoke ppl ard, think highly of myself, always being keepin all those negatively to impact ard.&lt;br /&gt;I hate tis, im always nt myself when comes to thinking. &lt;br /&gt;Being strong is jus another word, another self of how i manage to pull tis thru &amp; put a tots for others. Im silly, stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5613452520591480045?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5613452520591480045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5613452520591480045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5613452520591480045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5613452520591480045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-are-you.html' title='How are you?'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-7598061071624884062</id><published>2011-09-21T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T03:18:28.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back wit my pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UGE7m2qZfbk/Tnjm_f7bc1I/AAAAAAAABcs/s07rUz33tw0/s640/blogger-image-431565381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UGE7m2qZfbk/Tnjm_f7bc1I/AAAAAAAABcs/s07rUz33tw0/s640/blogger-image-431565381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fI1rs7bAPq8/TnjnAENsZHI/AAAAAAAABcw/q7ZUqydcXDA/s640/blogger-image--212462760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fI1rs7bAPq8/TnjnAENsZHI/AAAAAAAABcw/q7ZUqydcXDA/s640/blogger-image--212462760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ttQR1PQjn5E/TnjnAw-sBKI/AAAAAAAABc0/nyJ3gcl22-8/s640/blogger-image-1458245907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ttQR1PQjn5E/TnjnAw-sBKI/AAAAAAAABc0/nyJ3gcl22-8/s640/blogger-image-1458245907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-7598061071624884062?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7598061071624884062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=7598061071624884062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7598061071624884062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7598061071624884062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-back-wit-my-pics.html' title='Im back wit my pics'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UGE7m2qZfbk/Tnjm_f7bc1I/AAAAAAAABcs/s07rUz33tw0/s72-c/blogger-image-431565381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-2215345281953097830</id><published>2011-07-22T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T23:13:31.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Created Jul 22, 2011 11:13:12 PM</title><content type='html'>Do not breakdown now. I cant, at tis very moment. Bless him is wat i can now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-2215345281953097830?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2215345281953097830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=2215345281953097830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/2215345281953097830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/2215345281953097830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-created-jul-22-2011-111312-pm.html' title='Post Created Jul 22, 2011 11:13:12 PM'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-3280337138001067556</id><published>2011-07-01T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:00:51.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last words on blog</title><content type='html'>不可以哭，今晚过后 要忘了他。   Congratualations, u jus made my heart breaks &amp; feelings went dead on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-3280337138001067556?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3280337138001067556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=3280337138001067556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3280337138001067556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3280337138001067556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-last-words-on-blog.html' title='My last words on blog'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-3392245721811610110</id><published>2011-07-01T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T01:12:10.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Kitty - Puss in Boots in real life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cS5rgcEG4kM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y are you so CUTE? You lil fluffy jus make me smile!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-3392245721811610110?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3392245721811610110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=3392245721811610110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3392245721811610110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3392245721811610110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweet-kitty-puss-in-boots-in-real-life.html' title='A Sweet Kitty - Puss in Boots in real life!'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cS5rgcEG4kM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-7870713171377815746</id><published>2011-07-01T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T01:00:44.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone &amp; Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5DZJuI6OWw/Tgyrm7CVpRI/AAAAAAAABcM/qL-irdCUGmk/s1600/tumblr_lf3dw76iH71qbpwzeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624058719849784594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5DZJuI6OWw/Tgyrm7CVpRI/AAAAAAAABcM/qL-irdCUGmk/s320/tumblr_lf3dw76iH71qbpwzeo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My heart shatters when the moment ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wont cry, I wont be soft hearted agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-7870713171377815746?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7870713171377815746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=7870713171377815746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7870713171377815746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7870713171377815746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/07/gone-dead.html' title='Gone &amp; Dead'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5DZJuI6OWw/Tgyrm7CVpRI/AAAAAAAABcM/qL-irdCUGmk/s72-c/tumblr_lf3dw76iH71qbpwzeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5300288901948431166</id><published>2011-06-30T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:23:29.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart, do not die on me pls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VwidSOg6b4/TgyirD4HOCI/AAAAAAAABcE/gEdmTtz-fzQ/s1600/tumblr_lequ4qkhzO1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624048895337642018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VwidSOg6b4/TgyirD4HOCI/AAAAAAAABcE/gEdmTtz-fzQ/s320/tumblr_lequ4qkhzO1qbpwzeo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A sudden pain &amp;amp; ache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I noe i shld look forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I nd to accomplish tasks ahead in my life 1st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Things cannt be change alr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He dun see anything gd in me neither i treat him better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Everything jus seems to become impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I will really be gone for gd since u nv chase me back for me once, not even now..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11.11: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heart getting miserable, losing all my feelings. Jus wan to collaspe &amp;amp; slp but i cant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I told tis myself tt he do not love me anymore bcos he wldnt even bother look at me neither chase me back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wat's the point of me saying tis when i have alot of flaws too.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im done, it's really tearing me up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5300288901948431166?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5300288901948431166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5300288901948431166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5300288901948431166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5300288901948431166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/heart-do-not-die-on-me-pls.html' title='Heart, do not die on me pls.'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VwidSOg6b4/TgyirD4HOCI/AAAAAAAABcE/gEdmTtz-fzQ/s72-c/tumblr_lequ4qkhzO1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-8493841639331854075</id><published>2011-06-30T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:26:33.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to seek a new way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went for interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was nervous but still alrite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got sudden thoughts tt im living alone in my own world actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got so tired yet trying to accomplish things now tis days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have successfully control the temptation of smoking now &amp;amp; clubbing too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ppl may not belief, it's okie cos i noe i shld jus keep tis going instead of bother wat ppl say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im gonna join dance competition in aug. I wish to outake myself &amp;amp; show myself i can done better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Also, if i start work, im gonna earn hard for the travels, return wat i owe my father's “debts”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emily, Jia You! 就算 剩下只我最后一个，我也要镇做。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8493841639331854075?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8493841639331854075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8493841639331854075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8493841639331854075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8493841639331854075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-to-seek-new-way.html' title='I have to seek a new way'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-1904541640836809806</id><published>2011-06-29T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:29:55.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I tot he was tt petty when he cldnt take jokes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sensitive? I jus said some guys can give a act cute voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;He asked who? I said sissy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Then he tot tis is wat i c in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So nxt time when i trying to be funny, i shldnt act like a clown in front of u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So i'll jus shut the damn hell up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ur point of view my point of view is diff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pls get it rite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Last wk i broke up wit u cos u insulted me, making stories tt i did not done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Attitude was given when i felt lonely. U dun be outrageous change my story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;U shld noe y i break up wit u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Seriously we totally not compatible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;U dun have trust on me u expect me earn it back in short time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yes, i got faults, got pissed over small stuffs argued like stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Do u actually understand where's ur faults at too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Y r u expecting we will totally be okie after each breakups, arguements? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We still rake up the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;How long can tis go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;How far can it goes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;How worse can another breakup be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Y dun u jus try ans my tis quest b4 making stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;U mentioned i copied u, y cant u copied me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So watever i done despicable stuffs, r u going copy too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aint u hate copycat as much as i do?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;U made me learn tis, i will jus read frm wherever u written dwn but i wont wan explain to u agn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cos im really tired of being initiative to tok to after every most of the arguements &amp;amp; i did explained some of the times, u jus dun belief and pick tis back at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1904541640836809806?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1904541640836809806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1904541640836809806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1904541640836809806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1904541640836809806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-all-clear.html' title='It&amp;#39;s all clear'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-4245944759405358902</id><published>2011-06-27T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:42:35.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All had become pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2day went over to his place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Been slping most of the day, no idea wat's wrong wit my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;B4 i left, he wanted pass me 紫菜，asked me wan to take? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was paused awhile &amp;amp; think back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To the recent tt he said i only fancy rich guys &amp;amp; frens gave him tis equation no $$ = no love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was like give up. Sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then another is will he suddenly said "give me back all my stuffs, do u understand eng anot?!" All he jus cared ab his stuff after breakup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Here i am, lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4245944759405358902?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4245944759405358902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4245944759405358902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4245944759405358902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4245944759405358902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-had-become-pain.html' title='All had become pain'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-4125017894657698430</id><published>2011-06-25T06:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T12:29:33.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not over yet?</title><content type='html'>Been feeling chest pain recently &amp; .... &lt;br/&gt;Ytd i went over his area. &lt;br/&gt;Said tok ended up argue in the 1st place, we even shouted each other in public. &lt;br/&gt;After tt, rmb-ing wat Vania said. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everythings went okie. &lt;br/&gt;Then he asked me agn, the quest &amp; he told me his ans tt he do not wan to break. &lt;br/&gt;But i did not ans. Cos .... ....  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have to admit after tis 2nd or 3rd time breakup, felt worse. &lt;br/&gt;Start to fear. &lt;br/&gt;He wont be able trust me anymore neither might put respect on me. &lt;br/&gt;On tis meeting, he alr returned all my stuffs. &lt;br/&gt;Gave me a thinking of :"I dun wan to left anymore stuff at his place neither stay overnite". &lt;br/&gt;It trembles me til now. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;I dun deny tt i dun wish to breakup to. &lt;br/&gt;But after been thru tis, if we gone back to each other, i jus feel like distance myself a lil frm him. &lt;br/&gt;Think of all tis jus hurts alot. &lt;br/&gt;Do i even look true to him?&lt;br/&gt;Y will he still wants to love me?&lt;br/&gt;你知道吗？ 这次 的伤害 真的太大了。&lt;br/&gt;I can understand u have it too esp when reading tis. &lt;br/&gt;Jus somehow rmb-ing when u jus asked me to collect my stuffs. &lt;br/&gt;Thinking im always lie to u. &lt;br/&gt;Then jus i asked "when?". &lt;br/&gt;U ans "how will i noe?!". &lt;br/&gt;痛，真的很痛。 &lt;br/&gt;我的 胸口既然 会那么痛。。 &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Im sorry for how i mistreated u, using past impacts as an excuse. &lt;br/&gt;But tis time, i might really nd lil time to recover. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4125017894657698430?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4125017894657698430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4125017894657698430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4125017894657698430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4125017894657698430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-not-over-yet.html' title='It&amp;#39;s not over yet?'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-1656165453421368658</id><published>2011-06-23T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:35:38.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once agn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have no idea wat to tok ab tis but 2mr it's gonna be a tough day for us to settle once for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Told Vania ab treatments i treated u, wat she meant was rite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wat i been hurt over in the past &amp;amp; inpacted on me, shldnt treat u tis way too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In fact i shld treat as normal &amp;amp; be glad to have ppl who mistreat u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Absolutely a wrong way of doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Y she told me tis. Bcos she been treated tis way b4, so she noe the pain &amp;amp; anger of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Same for tt, she noe it's seems an excuse to do tt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ab the rest, 2mr we will noe &amp;amp; settle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I jus wan an ending to end okie &amp;amp; normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1656165453421368658?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1656165453421368658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1656165453421368658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1656165453421368658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1656165453421368658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/once-agn.html' title='Once agn...'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-8001717231824716195</id><published>2011-06-23T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:36:39.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartaches but nd too move on, still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's a confirm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We had enough wit each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When u asked "Do u really wan to break?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How am i suppose to ans when on tweet, i mentioned breakup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;U still expect me to ans u when u may have the chance to shoot me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I did asked for a proper tok &amp;amp; frm there, we cld decide properly, nt in r/s status but a in-btwn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So we cld tok it all out properly.But nvm now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ya, i guess tis is the final now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gonna move on &amp;amp; get over tis.I am not a better person now but im gonna be the nxt time.Heartaches occur now but soon, will fade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gd luck to u &amp;amp; bye, so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8001717231824716195?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8001717231824716195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8001717231824716195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8001717231824716195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8001717231824716195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/heartaches-but-nd-too-move-on-still.html' title='Heartaches but nd too move on, still.'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-1403187236798709751</id><published>2011-06-22T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T02:16:04.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics was jus only took last wk &amp; everything's gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1yKkNMXHCM/TgDfr6l4TiI/AAAAAAAABb0/06Y125C0YnE/s1600/IMG_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620738280513883682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1yKkNMXHCM/TgDfr6l4TiI/AAAAAAAABb0/06Y125C0YnE/s320/IMG_1530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXhc2IQGG-c/TgDfrfN606I/AAAAAAAABbs/otS5QIxfdz8/s1600/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620738273165628322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXhc2IQGG-c/TgDfrfN606I/AAAAAAAABbs/otS5QIxfdz8/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8gCmhd5bZQ/TgDfrLe7-YI/AAAAAAAABbk/D0XGMTde56M/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620738267868297602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8gCmhd5bZQ/TgDfrLe7-YI/AAAAAAAABbk/D0XGMTde56M/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBsMY_AeT-w/TgDfq4WIuoI/AAAAAAAABbc/T_6kjQwspLc/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620738262731111042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBsMY_AeT-w/TgDfq4WIuoI/AAAAAAAABbc/T_6kjQwspLc/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSUEGmk2RT8/TgDfqob25JI/AAAAAAAABbU/ya5uVNnnfAU/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620738258460140690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSUEGmk2RT8/TgDfqob25JI/AAAAAAAABbU/ya5uVNnnfAU/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All tis will always be memory, nth more, nth less......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1403187236798709751?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1403187236798709751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1403187236798709751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1403187236798709751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1403187236798709751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/pics-was-jus-only-took-last-wk.html' title='Pics was jus only took last wk &amp; everything&apos;s gone'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1yKkNMXHCM/TgDfr6l4TiI/AAAAAAAABb0/06Y125C0YnE/s72-c/IMG_1530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-6884566773189994305</id><published>2011-06-22T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T01:44:11.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over agn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We met since 9 mths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Argued every wk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But i still love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It jus tt we completely not compatible to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He said i like rich guys when i dun at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He said i always tend to have guys ard in my life when my attention is only on him &amp;amp; toks ab him all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He said i always lied to him whereas i being honest to him 85% of the time, it's only there was thrice i lied to him tt i was at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He said i always badmouth him but ya, somehow it is. Jus tt i showed my frens the facts in the sms &amp;amp; they only listen the side of my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I dun fake sympathy ard my frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They noe who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They accept who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They will still get angry of wat i had done or said but still loves me as a fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have to call tis quit, end tis r/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We cant stand each other, we hate each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To him, im a bitch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To me, he's like a gal in the r/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Harsh huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I noe i said more than tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But tis is the most ridiculous r/s i ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When he confessed tt he regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Concluded: NO $$ + NO R/S = NO LOVE or NOBODY WANTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stupid conclusion, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Im grateful tt u paid most of my meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Appreciated tt ur parents treat me well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Im sorry for tis but not for ur "make-up" judgement on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now i truly wish u all the best &amp;amp; bless in studies &amp;amp; a new better gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Jus to put in a better tone, dun meant anymore wars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&amp;amp; ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I really do not wish to see u neither tok to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bcos i just cant stand u anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will not look back anymore, i will jus move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pls DUN ASSUME i find a new guy when i do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My consciene is clear okie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I do not done anything unfaithful to u, get tis rite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Im gonna be stronger, more independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I really in need to change for a better person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(I noe im a sucky person).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Loving u is hard but gt to get on wit tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&amp;amp; i still rmb tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I ever asked tis quest so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Wat do u see in me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ans i gt frm u is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I dun noe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ya, it does not matter anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wont hold back anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Be rest assured, i wont let u entitle anymore bad treatments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank u for ur wasted 9 mths on me &amp;amp; all those efforts tt make u so regretted on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;U can move on &amp;amp; dun have to think ab me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will not be in ur life anymore, dun worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Be happy &amp;amp; take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He said i have hell bad attitude, yes i do have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-6884566773189994305?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6884566773189994305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=6884566773189994305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6884566773189994305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6884566773189994305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-over-agn.html' title='It&apos;s over agn'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-5068042700340742957</id><published>2011-05-13T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:25:54.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Antebellum - Just a Kiss (New Music 2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EMu8BOqw22E?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5068042700340742957?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5068042700340742957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5068042700340742957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5068042700340742957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5068042700340742957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/05/lady-antebellum-just-kiss-new-music.html' title='Lady Antebellum - Just a Kiss (New Music 2011)'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EMu8BOqw22E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-449586202891290721</id><published>2011-05-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:25:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant live without him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As always, i done a big grave mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A dumb dun repent her mstakes, still cont doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At very tis moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dun wanna leave him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I noe im stubborn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im selfish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But baby boy, i dun wan leave u hanging agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not for the chances i nd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But a beautiful ending i wish to create wit u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How far we go, does nt matter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bcos i dun wan u to be alone anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im here. If u willing open ur arms for me agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cant be ur best, cant be ur gd gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i jus wan to be a gal u can still love on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hate myself for hurt or upseting u earlier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nt jus earlier, alot of times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I breakdown agn, realising ur the guy i cant live without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dun wan miss tis opportunity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nt using tis opportunity to hurt u more agn but to give u love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wan to be ready wit u agn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Starting tis whole new journey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wan to rebuild ur trust on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wan to be conscious of wat i do tis time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wan to be by ur side, most imptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tis time i dun give a damn on fren's advices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reason is only i still love u deeply..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;U jus made me go deeper even u scolded me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But u also made me fall when u decide nt to turnback anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dun wan to giveup on u, tis is wat i wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-449586202891290721?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/449586202891290721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=449586202891290721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/449586202891290721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/449586202891290721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cant-live-without-him.html' title='I cant live without him'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-3629584793569813080</id><published>2011-05-13T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:25:54.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BC Jean - I'll Survive You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SmOvxJhXx5Y?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-3629584793569813080?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3629584793569813080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=3629584793569813080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3629584793569813080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3629584793569813080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/05/bc-jean-ill-survive-you.html' title='BC Jean - I&apos;ll Survive You'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SmOvxJhXx5Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-544866730351444524</id><published>2011-05-13T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:25:54.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarland - Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pNDtN4XM8KA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-544866730351444524?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/544866730351444524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=544866730351444524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/544866730351444524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/544866730351444524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/05/sugarland-tonight.html' title='Sugarland - Tonight'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pNDtN4XM8KA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5161368756962978300</id><published>2011-05-09T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:21:05.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - Wish You Were Here (Lyrics on Screen) NEW FULL SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pXu8slfJK0w?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5161368756962978300?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5161368756962978300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5161368756962978300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5161368756962978300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5161368756962978300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/05/avril-lavigne-wish-you-were-here-lyrics.html' title='Avril Lavigne - Wish You Were Here (Lyrics on Screen) NEW FULL SONG'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pXu8slfJK0w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-6494621164819354680</id><published>2011-05-09T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:05:14.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog will grow to dust once agn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wont be blogging really often anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Twitter is where i now using the vent my anger on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tumblr will be the 1 i use my emotions on, how do i exactly feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The end for us is jus another cruel part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everything jus really nt meant to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cried myself out the whole morning b4 i can get to slp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But only for 4 freaking hrs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thoughts of how will he feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Better? Happier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mayb he still hates me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I still rmb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He said as long as he's living, he will hate me forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Even my stuff he jus threw out on the staircase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Im jus his failure 1st gf &amp;amp; pretend-to-be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How will u noe a person completely fine frm out of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jus bcos they smile? Feel tt they enjoying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nt bcos they nd to hide the pain &amp;amp; smile in front of ppl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Have u ever wonder tt i still thinkin of u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Even during club...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Im nt all times happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bcos i dun wan to be any other gals tt cry in front of ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But ya, all ur remarks said on me is all true &amp;amp; i ans to my frens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Im nt tt Miss lil nice gal as they tot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I also wan to become better... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I jus another typical gal as u think.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Heart aches, eyes watery when the moment i c how we met...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The dates, the pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The things we suppose to do, guess is no longer valid anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's all gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jus tt 1 particular nite &amp;amp; it's gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Marv, danny was rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;During tis 1 wk, i indeed still holding lil hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But going back to the msgs, i noe everything is all gone for gd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tis is the best for us, i guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I jus wishes him all the best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May u find a better gal who able give u wit a greater love &amp;amp; care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-6494621164819354680?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6494621164819354680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=6494621164819354680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6494621164819354680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6494621164819354680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-blog-will-grow-to-dust-once-agn.html' title='My blog will grow to dust once agn'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-2601369371159971708</id><published>2011-03-27T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:49:43.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet.... ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tt7SFByJcKc/TY7m3DPJtzI/AAAAAAAABbA/w5sh90O1gro/s1600/tumblr_lint1wmDjn1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588658021049415474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tt7SFByJcKc/TY7m3DPJtzI/AAAAAAAABbA/w5sh90O1gro/s320/tumblr_lint1wmDjn1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sometimes i wan to noe y human emotions changes so fast..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1 side they can be caring &amp;amp; nxt moment can get v angry..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ya.. I gonna critise an myself..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My mood always switches easily..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Im getting learnt not to bother too much cos i felt im wasting every mins of my life..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tis is the life im living wit now, my emotions im spending wit now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No matter how stupid or bad i said i am, i nt going to explain another word.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They judging frm ur appearance, ur actions &amp;amp; the words u said to them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They dunnoe the inner how u felt, wat u have in the fear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For a day, i nv love myself at all but i only cared ab the surface how i look like or act like..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sacarstie rite? (Pardon me, i dunnoe how to spell it)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If to u, im a gal always filled wit all tis, nv change...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Y will u still wan to be wit me.......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Expectations? Sorry, im nt a perfect gal neither a gd gal..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But now i noe wat i can do &amp;amp; be myself..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Awful harsh words, bad foul attitude... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ya i needa get tis change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like ppl said we'll get influnce of how they did..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tt nite out of nowhere, i disappear when u guys go buy drinks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tt's bcos im also trying tok to u..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But over &amp;amp; over agn, u keep pushing me... Away frm u...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;U said i dun spare any concentration to listen to u but ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When i wan to, u jus keep pushing me away...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maybe, u nd to tok to Marv..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;U nd more opinions or advises...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sorry is a cheap word tt countless been taking advantage of..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ya... i keep using tt cos in another way i dunnoe use wat to express..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bcos u seen the gd, bad &amp;amp; worse side of me while my frens dun..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;( I heard tis frm some1 tt u told to)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Honestly i get lil mad but think ab it..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;TRUE..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ya... Tell me which frens will show it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They only show it out to the person who's closest &amp;amp; dearest to them..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Another time, my feelings for u was doubted agn..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I felt terribly upset...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have to come honest wit tis past stories i had..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My ex loved me soo much tt he even love my flaws, my mistakes..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jus cldnt accept i go clubs all the time..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He jealous of me going ard wit my guy frens like u do..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But 1 thing is no matter how bad i am, he accepted me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I gave up on previous r/s bcos i noe he's way too gd for me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I dun deserve to be..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I felt utimately guilty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To u as well..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Blaming myself i took ur 1st sight away..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Im still under imperfectionst..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I do wan u to c the further side of me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I dun dare to set in a r/s anymore...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cos im scared to c the results of being single..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;U noe the feelings..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It really sucks...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I dun wan u to be perfect..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Neither a guy whom i noe in my previous r/s..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But a guy dun doubt my feelings agn..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Im apologised for the cheap harsh words i said to u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-2601369371159971708?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2601369371159971708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=2601369371159971708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/2601369371159971708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/2601369371159971708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/yet.html' title='Yet.... ......'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tt7SFByJcKc/TY7m3DPJtzI/AAAAAAAABbA/w5sh90O1gro/s72-c/tumblr_lint1wmDjn1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-4508941495221434508</id><published>2011-03-16T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:50:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are back tgt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wit my cute lil silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never regret tis min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4508941495221434508?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4508941495221434508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4508941495221434508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4508941495221434508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4508941495221434508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-love.html' title='Back to the love.'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-4909682248714778906</id><published>2011-03-14T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:35:47.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYYkUqqF5P0/TX3FS0ZlLaI/AAAAAAAABa4/BiyLjNJhjGw/s1600/tumblr_lhzm0qmGmE1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583836040103538082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYYkUqqF5P0/TX3FS0ZlLaI/AAAAAAAABa4/BiyLjNJhjGw/s320/tumblr_lhzm0qmGmE1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Wat happened was really happens too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cldnt get my mind settle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Reading ur last nite msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Saying i playing wit ur feelings &amp;amp; screw ur life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tt moment, heart aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jus wanna find a place to exit &amp;amp; let the tears flow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;U have no idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;U hurts me too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Am i really such a person to u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Last 2days after club, i gt soo happy &amp;amp; energetic cos everything's fine agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My mum was ponder wat's make me so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now, im back to space tt i dun dare to tok nor even face myself in the mirror..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The msg jus keep replaying.. In my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pain... Soo painful yet i have to hold my tears &amp;amp; frown in front of every1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4909682248714778906?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4909682248714778906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4909682248714778906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4909682248714778906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4909682248714778906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/walking-in-rain.html' title='Walking in the rain'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYYkUqqF5P0/TX3FS0ZlLaI/AAAAAAAABa4/BiyLjNJhjGw/s72-c/tumblr_lhzm0qmGmE1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-3965169938046127368</id><published>2011-03-11T02:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T12:50:44.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold in the mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKnnIcZn38s/TXkeSoaeE9I/AAAAAAAABaw/ICLvvflYFas/s1600/tumblr_lgkdju1Z3Q1qequuwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582526518537360338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKnnIcZn38s/TXkeSoaeE9I/AAAAAAAABaw/ICLvvflYFas/s320/tumblr_lgkdju1Z3Q1qequuwo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2day was a long day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Was at IT Show earlier whereas he jus working nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Told him i'll dropby but did not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Smses when i asked, where is he..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He replied my fav hangout place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then there's a prt i'm actually pissed off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" Dun act dumb leh. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not im acting dumb cos i really have no idea..&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 think ab it, it did makes me wan to look for him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even though we're jus frens, nicely tok shld b the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To c all tis happened agn even though we're nt couples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Still, it makes me worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I jus do not wan to take anymore initiatives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It jus msg will do, all he have to do is type a simple text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Reading the earlier post of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"If lying is a girl's nature, then fooling wldn't b a guy's nature too? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I sinked at tt v moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bcos watever he said, it seems tt tis is the gal i getting wit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A wk alr &amp;amp; im still gonna crying for it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I continued to move on is bcos i nd to belief myself to be a better person, not for any1 but for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If i jus keep stucking at tt thoughts, i never go any further instead letting history repeats agn..&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 noe im nt gd enough, nt worth for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bcos i love you &amp;amp; i have to hold it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Decision is still ur's to make..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I alr said mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Continuing being frens 1st, get to understand each other's life, understand ur prt too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Our time is nt ripe yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now, It's all have to depends on whether we able to take 2 hands to clap agn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I still misses you, it never been less..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-3965169938046127368?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3965169938046127368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=3965169938046127368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3965169938046127368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3965169938046127368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/cold-in-mentality.html' title='Cold in the mentality'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKnnIcZn38s/TXkeSoaeE9I/AAAAAAAABaw/ICLvvflYFas/s72-c/tumblr_lgkdju1Z3Q1qequuwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-4116663499765982194</id><published>2011-03-09T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T02:24:34.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayaka - Welcome home (Okaeri) Sub'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ve1gMu8GZ3Q?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4116663499765982194?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4116663499765982194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4116663499765982194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4116663499765982194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4116663499765982194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/ayaka-welcome-home-okaeri-subd.html' title='Ayaka - Welcome home (Okaeri) Sub&apos;d'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ve1gMu8GZ3Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5518963431524676402</id><published>2011-03-09T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T02:19:57.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You gotta be stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You gotta think better... For others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You gotta be more independent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You gotta be happy too &amp;amp; think positive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Earn lil trust frm family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let them c you can do better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Frens, be wit them when they nd you, nt when you nd them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lover..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Let him have a lil trust &amp;amp; faith of you &amp;amp; wat your doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Like he said so b4 : words are cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do sth greater to life meaningfully tt you can be a better person..&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581774484711906514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah4z2Wy4XaE/TXZyUgGXnNI/AAAAAAAABao/0xQie3_lm0Q/s320/tumblr_lhpll0yqSb1qa4th6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5518963431524676402?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5518963431524676402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5518963431524676402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5518963431524676402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5518963431524676402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-mind.html' title='Dear mind'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah4z2Wy4XaE/TXZyUgGXnNI/AAAAAAAABao/0xQie3_lm0Q/s72-c/tumblr_lhpll0yqSb1qa4th6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-4712711858318160487</id><published>2011-03-08T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:06:11.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for the challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OnNcMHiWDTQ/TXUQeFo1N5I/AAAAAAAABag/i0yR2w0auFk/s1600/tumblr_ldwyiabZ4O1qdebaxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581385422291154834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OnNcMHiWDTQ/TXUQeFo1N5I/AAAAAAAABag/i0yR2w0auFk/s320/tumblr_ldwyiabZ4O1qdebaxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Met up wit him 2day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It hurts me in the starting when he no longer keep staring at me as he used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Told him ab earlier happening in train when a guy trying to molest me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;He placed his hand rite underneath my "bottom" &amp;amp; it's the front!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was too shocked tt i nv done anything. Bcos the guy saw it &amp;amp; jus alight, walk str out fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then i asked him when we got off at Orchard st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;He replied "Ohh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then followed by " U said u noe how to protect urself, rmb? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm speechless. Got upset..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Till we walked to spinelli tt time, we tok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ya, ... ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We're still frens but we still wan to be tgt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So i suggested tis to him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wan both of us to have even better understanding tis time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Move on slowly b4 we start all over agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Despite being tgt agn but being as frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So we can tok out loudly frm our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;No matter how ugly side we have, still have to confess it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bcos frm there, we will mend ourselves &amp;amp; change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As ppl noe, frens often be honest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's like giving advices, whether to take in anot, still up to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tis is the last chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If we cant change for a better nor even understanding enough, we will jus give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Somehow we noe, we once loved each other soo much &amp;amp; nt letting tis opportunitied to go agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Let's take tis test agn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Becoming a stronger, better person than we once thought are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4712711858318160487?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4712711858318160487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4712711858318160487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4712711858318160487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4712711858318160487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/ready-for-challenge.html' title='Ready for the challenge'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OnNcMHiWDTQ/TXUQeFo1N5I/AAAAAAAABag/i0yR2w0auFk/s72-c/tumblr_ldwyiabZ4O1qdebaxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-7567018957921403048</id><published>2011-03-07T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:15:45.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart keep aching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I nt supposed to cry out in front of my frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bcos i get used to behave strong in front of their sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But once i'm home, my tears jus ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Madly flow once agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seeing every memories like wat you do to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A sudden urge jus feeling stabbing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I cant said tis in the sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I noe i must be okie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I noticing too you do read my blog &amp;amp; profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Feeling the heart broken when both of us had really get going wit our 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;Nevertheless, i still loving here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Standing here, waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Awaiting the ans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will we find the other half better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will we be off better happier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im asking for meetup bcos i misses you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Why... You dun even sms me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You dun even ask me out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's v painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Holding it back.... Yet still thought of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Are you really happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-7567018957921403048?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7567018957921403048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=7567018957921403048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7567018957921403048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7567018957921403048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/heart-keep-aching.html' title='Heart keep aching'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-5970768980469796643</id><published>2011-03-06T06:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:57:32.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Realising i cldnt let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Realising i cant get over you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tiis 3 days, i maybe busy wit frens, smiling laughing hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But as soon as when i wasn't, thought of you agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seeing every details wat you done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You surprised me wit pocky during our dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You noe i love veg, u always gave it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You noe wat candies i love, you always buy it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's been only few days &amp;amp; i felt like a yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Since the last wed, i haven been seeing ur shadow ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Wishing to c you in club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Wishing i can jus bump you on the str.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hoping to receive ur msg too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But i noe we dun have the courage to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Afraid both of us will ruin the mood when sees the msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It jus keep holding me back when i want to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It hurts.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Reading ur blog, seeing every details..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I cried..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So much things, i wan to do wit you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Had become my wishful prt.&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 misses you.. Real alot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I jus feel like going up to you &amp;amp; give you a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Are we gonna be okie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will you actually get over me someday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quests stuck in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Somehow, i'll still wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Waiting for us to become better person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;450pm:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580888326086214578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXSbusIkFSg/TXNMXR9-Q7I/AAAAAAAABaY/u6c5FYC8rlU/s320/2mp0sxf_large.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A day i nv meet up wit frens bcos they also have their stuffs to busy on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I cant ease my heart down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But i cant be so selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I told myself: "if he dun even wan to reply you, wat for keep msg him? You only interrupt his living. ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then it aches agn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I gonna get myself out frm tis place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It only can hurts me further &amp;amp; worser when one nv speak to you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hush Emily, do not cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You gonna be okie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5970768980469796643?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5970768980469796643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5970768980469796643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5970768980469796643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5970768980469796643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-realised.html' title='I realised...'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXSbusIkFSg/TXNMXR9-Q7I/AAAAAAAABaY/u6c5FYC8rlU/s72-c/2mp0sxf_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-4811533806579370088</id><published>2011-03-05T07:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:23:22.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love does not fade away in a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Back frm rebel &amp;amp; breakfast wit Marv, Danny &amp;amp; Will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ya, I had a great dance. Haven been long pespired so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But quest still comes to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;" Is he alone now? " , " Is he still feeling upset? ", " Did he ever reminds the places we often walked tgt? ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When earlier i was at suntec eating wit Hazel, i seeing our 1st few dates there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I can still pic tt day i been taking my camera to take a pic wit him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Walking the link tunnel frm Raffles Shopping Centre to Suntec also another traces tt i keep seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Each time in club, when "Nothing On You" was played, he was the 1st to came into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Rmb-ing how he lift my head up &amp;amp; looked into my eyes, sings along it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I maybe happy but some thing still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Misses how i always smses him, called him baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Misses how he always happy when seeing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's all gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Our personality crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I dunnoe ab when in future will we still b tgt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Will we still be loving each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Will there be a possible we will patch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I do not noe &amp;amp; i dun wan to make any of tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I jus wish to see if really there's a chance to restart all over agn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Not now, not in tis period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In a period we really have to look into ourselves, learning every each prt of the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Understanding more while we are in the position of frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I jus wish to say tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You still have my misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4811533806579370088?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4811533806579370088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4811533806579370088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4811533806579370088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4811533806579370088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-does-not-fade-away-in-day.html' title='Love does not fade away in a day'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-5592718257931503042</id><published>2011-03-04T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:52:03.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a rainy day with a broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKi5OEPNz1A/TXCMDKL_-rI/AAAAAAAABaQ/CrfJ26JIU-c/s1600/tumblr_l7jhf4XuiT1qab7teo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580113924214225586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKi5OEPNz1A/TXCMDKL_-rI/AAAAAAAABaQ/CrfJ26JIU-c/s320/tumblr_l7jhf4XuiT1qab7teo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;As we predicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Our r/s doesnt last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Love's still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pain jus adds on, jus keep going worse &amp;amp; even numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Im broken.. Once agn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Broke out wit tears &amp;amp; yelling in my pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wit the music accompanied, emotional jus keep breaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I told myself to hold back, not finding him bcos at the v moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So he wldnt be shaken to the change of decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All i nd to smile now.. But along wit my tears &amp;amp; pain hugging tight to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be happy bcos we still have memories. not regretting being wit him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also not regretting having scars on my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It may look ugly but sth i noe on tt v day, he cooked for me &amp;amp; surprised me wit a ferror rocher in the morning, taking pic when i'm aslp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tears madly flowed while i blogging tis post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's hard not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shaking in fear... Shaking tt tis is really over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Telling myself not to abuse myself, not to cover up the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's gonna be hard for us in tis few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Neither slp well or eat well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Still wondering the other is missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wondering is he happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tis may not be the last post of im saying tis to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Maybe til the day he really forgets me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wanted to tell him in person tt I love him... Soo much tt i jus wan to run over hug him, seeing him the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I doubt tis will nt come true agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daryl, Be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;U may be much happier now, relieving tt i no longer bring u any trouble or prob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For the past 4 months, it may appear to be a price for u to pay to be wit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But i glad once we noe, once we loved &amp;amp; once we noe our heart loving each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tc boy, u'll be alrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rmb ur still not alone.. Im still ard to be by ur side if u willing give me chance to be ur fren, jus a fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smile all u can, as much as ur able to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5592718257931503042?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5592718257931503042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5592718257931503042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5592718257931503042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5592718257931503042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-rainy-day-with-broken-heart.html' title='On a rainy day with a broken heart'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKi5OEPNz1A/TXCMDKL_-rI/AAAAAAAABaQ/CrfJ26JIU-c/s72-c/tumblr_l7jhf4XuiT1qab7teo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-9192228936478435305</id><published>2011-02-23T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T02:38:28.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you dearly...'/><title type='text'>To my baby boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWOVo-UMuvU/TWQCm-9ABVI/AAAAAAAABaI/xRgDie7KTeM/s1600/tumblr_lg8jq5HwHe1qaobbko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576585107348653394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWOVo-UMuvU/TWQCm-9ABVI/AAAAAAAABaI/xRgDie7KTeM/s320/tumblr_lg8jq5HwHe1qaobbko1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You let me feel loved agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I fell in love wit you agn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I loved to be in ur arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Not mind seeing me slping so ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Not mind i occupied ur bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Not mind i snored. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Baby i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Each day it grow stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Each day it start to fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Of losing you 1 day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You made me dream of future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How will we look like, wat will we become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm always mark tis inside my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jus bcos you taught me how to love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-9192228936478435305?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/9192228936478435305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=9192228936478435305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/9192228936478435305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/9192228936478435305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-my-baby-boy.html' title='To my baby boy'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWOVo-UMuvU/TWQCm-9ABVI/AAAAAAAABaI/xRgDie7KTeM/s72-c/tumblr_lg8jq5HwHe1qaobbko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-6027211964907572058</id><published>2011-02-21T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:16:11.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who really m i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How can i done so much evil things to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I felt i'm worse of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For the past few days, i thought everythings gonna be alrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ride us peacefully thru the whole wk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But arguements still happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fight almost involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A tok wit him last nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Asked him to point out the faults tt lies on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Feeling i nv have changed b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Attitude still there, commanding &amp;amp; even awful words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I dun dare to tok now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He asked me for solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I dunnoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I jus need to cool off in tis few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm jus insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Crazy bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I still dun understand myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Y m i doing tis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Y m i hurting ppl, yet still smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I underestimated of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I need to find the ans of y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm causing too much prob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If i will have remain silent &amp;amp; tolerate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;None of tis gonna happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's all my blame....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The gal who hides behind the mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Always hurting her loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm trying to change tis mindset of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bcos the gal now unable do anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Unable brighten up his day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Unable to make him feel loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Failed to make him smile......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Time is all i need to find myself &amp;amp; reflecting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-6027211964907572058?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6027211964907572058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=6027211964907572058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6027211964907572058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6027211964907572058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/accepting-reality.html' title='Insane Me'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-5455479716360175636</id><published>2011-02-18T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T01:08:16.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He cant do without me &amp; I cant do without him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wKHwU_-LUs/TV1V8rS5KUI/AAAAAAAABaA/CBk1kQuYB_Q/s1600/tumblr_lgcx4wCekw1qe49wpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574706414657022274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wKHwU_-LUs/TV1V8rS5KUI/AAAAAAAABaA/CBk1kQuYB_Q/s320/tumblr_lgcx4wCekw1qe49wpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCB9T1CEfcM/TV1VvJtRYEI/AAAAAAAABZ4/FheVdXkkIa8/s1600/2011_02_17_21_37_42_792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574706182302556226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCB9T1CEfcM/TV1VvJtRYEI/AAAAAAAABZ4/FheVdXkkIa8/s320/2011_02_17_21_37_42_792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now we're getting inseperable. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lovely-dovey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We are also trying to keep our mind clear &amp;amp; cool, not to act on any impulsive manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Both of us clearly noe we unable to let each other go &amp;amp; yet every each of our arguement jus keep teaching us lil bit of sth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Let me try harder... Try longer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'll become a better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Baby I Love You &amp;amp; ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Happy 3rd month-versary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5455479716360175636?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5455479716360175636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5455479716360175636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5455479716360175636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5455479716360175636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-cant-do-without-me-i-cant-do-without.html' title='He cant do without me &amp; I cant do without him'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wKHwU_-LUs/TV1V8rS5KUI/AAAAAAAABaA/CBk1kQuYB_Q/s72-c/tumblr_lgcx4wCekw1qe49wpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-4384930594923240997</id><published>2011-02-11T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:32:06.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by day, our love jus growing stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TVQSrtuG7WI/AAAAAAAABZw/52rMfEZiBaA/s1600/tumblr_leizwj5gbV1qbaukgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572099181180808546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TVQSrtuG7WI/AAAAAAAABZw/52rMfEZiBaA/s320/tumblr_leizwj5gbV1qbaukgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We may happened to be always having conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Misleading words, being too emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But 1 thing we clearly noe tt we are too unbearable to let go of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Baby, forgive me tt i'm being too witful, selfish tis time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bcos i'm like you nt ready to let go yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wan both of us leaving gd memories instead of all tis arguments giving us scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby, i'm still learning, still trying &amp;amp; also trying to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're always on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're the only Silly, Yang Meh Meh i noe &amp;amp; in love wit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4384930594923240997?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4384930594923240997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4384930594923240997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4384930594923240997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4384930594923240997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-by-day-our-love-jus-growing.html' title='Day by day, our love jus growing stronger'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TVQSrtuG7WI/AAAAAAAABZw/52rMfEZiBaA/s72-c/tumblr_leizwj5gbV1qbaukgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-3406987693972794089</id><published>2011-02-08T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:29:18.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;No mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Lost interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm jus a obstacle tt i cant even get thru myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Negative minded once agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Can i jus slp forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-3406987693972794089?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3406987693972794089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=3406987693972794089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3406987693972794089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3406987693972794089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/affected.html' title='Affected'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-7778650621247771583</id><published>2011-02-06T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T16:01:54.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TU5TlsRRV3I/AAAAAAAABZo/6zN1SJjUmdw/s1600/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570481696107747186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TU5TlsRRV3I/AAAAAAAABZo/6zN1SJjUmdw/s320/DSC00586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TU5TleddHCI/AAAAAAAABZg/ZgSOr7iJaUc/s1600/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570481692400753698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TU5TleddHCI/AAAAAAAABZg/ZgSOr7iJaUc/s320/DSC00624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-7778650621247771583?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7778650621247771583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=7778650621247771583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7778650621247771583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7778650621247771583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TU5TlsRRV3I/AAAAAAAABZo/6zN1SJjUmdw/s72-c/DSC00586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-1250188764926211800</id><published>2011-02-03T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:29:29.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hop Hop Yr!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YR!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ANG BAO MORE MORE! HUAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1250188764926211800?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1250188764926211800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1250188764926211800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1250188764926211800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1250188764926211800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-hop-hop-yr.html' title='Happy Hop Hop Yr!!!'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-8103852143982614463</id><published>2011-02-02T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T02:20:31.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TUhO1BNm4-I/AAAAAAAABZQ/ImpsqJKmOGE/s1600/tumblr_leoo4wl4yL1qdq8wgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568787612009161698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TUhO1BNm4-I/AAAAAAAABZQ/ImpsqJKmOGE/s320/tumblr_leoo4wl4yL1qdq8wgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Start to clearing out some of my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also my negative thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Myself is a blame but i wishes to done sth better for myself,&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a better self, Learn to love ppl ard me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Believing to become better, stronger, lovable person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To him, i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To my parents, i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To my sis, i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll walk tis out wit my bare hands, standing up on my feet agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not Emily but Hui Li who is the gal able to give out smiles &amp;amp; love ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8103852143982614463?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8103852143982614463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8103852143982614463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8103852143982614463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8103852143982614463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-eve.html' title='CNY eve'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TUhO1BNm4-I/AAAAAAAABZQ/ImpsqJKmOGE/s72-c/tumblr_leoo4wl4yL1qdq8wgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-1013920507271802937</id><published>2011-02-01T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:48:13.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dumb, useless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dun worry, the word useless i add on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ya, all tis are frm me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y will i even said "if you said so.."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cos you mention on the comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Baby, you seems to have it all" frm the link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;True.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm an imperfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I didnt get your words wrong, it's me who accumalate all tis on my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm carrying doubts on tis r/s bcos i felt we wldn't survive long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since you said i had ' tt everything '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Change? It's not couple months thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If i still gt the thoughts, it's hard for me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forever, Ever-lasting are jus liars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fact is love we'll have to take our both hands to clap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ya, i did not raise mine to clap wit you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; since i been given so many chances, ppl may think or myself shld think tt i dun deserve any more chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess maybe you can find a even better gal than i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm all to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For stepping into ur 19yrs of loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Interrupt ur peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Making you do a dumb decision for falling wit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now to think tt, i'm really not worth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not worth for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bcos i'm always dumb, get everythings wrong &amp;amp; misplaced it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1013920507271802937?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1013920507271802937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1013920507271802937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1013920507271802937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1013920507271802937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-dumb-useless.html' title='I&apos;m dumb, useless.'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-8366331651218330387</id><published>2011-01-23T00:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T13:30:48.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTsIKx11DzI/AAAAAAAABZI/qfuta-h4p30/s1600/148375_464893005958_361418370958_5775785_7967578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565050745817206578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTsIKx11DzI/AAAAAAAABZI/qfuta-h4p30/s320/148375_464893005958_361418370958_5775785_7967578_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gt thru his phone.&lt;br /&gt;But hanged up after tt cos i noe he may nt wan to tok to me neither see me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I felt relief still cos he finally on his phone.. After 2 days long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up..&lt;br /&gt;But i also wont hold him back..&lt;br /&gt;Instead i need to reflect my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missing him so much now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm envy of all the couples who are happily sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I noe i had tt too but now ... ...&lt;br /&gt;It jus cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missing his big hands holding mine.&lt;br /&gt;I missing his warmth.&lt;br /&gt;I missing his hug.&lt;br /&gt;I missing his kiss on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;I missing his eyes looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;I missing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;I missing his smile.&lt;br /&gt;I jus misses everything of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why... Why am I always a cause of tis bad happenings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8366331651218330387?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8366331651218330387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8366331651218330387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8366331651218330387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8366331651218330387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/missing-everything.html' title='Missing Everything'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTsIKx11DzI/AAAAAAAABZI/qfuta-h4p30/s72-c/148375_464893005958_361418370958_5775785_7967578_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-8859210102610809992</id><published>2011-01-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:51:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.o.B - Nothin' On You [feat. Bruno Mars] (Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8PTDv_szmL0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis song jus reminds me of him.&lt;br /&gt;Cos in club, he jus looked at me &amp;amp; sing.&lt;br /&gt;Tis always stuck in my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8859210102610809992?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8859210102610809992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8859210102610809992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8859210102610809992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8859210102610809992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/bob-nothin-on-you-feat-bruno-mars-video.html' title='B.o.B - Nothin&apos; On You [feat. Bruno Mars] (Video)'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8PTDv_szmL0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5230135209033537530</id><published>2011-01-22T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:33:53.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Breaking Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTr4NpP-XmI/AAAAAAAABZA/gRaQSBOJYUI/s1600/tumblr_lepuhdffC51qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565033202864512610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTr4NpP-XmI/AAAAAAAABZA/gRaQSBOJYUI/s320/tumblr_lepuhdffC51qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Watched the competition, felt inspired &amp;amp; it's dope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ya, felt glad tt 1 thing ab is my passion for dance never dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Currently under construction minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wonder shld i find him but Marv &amp;amp; Jason adviced NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They tok to me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Asked me to give him a cooling period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He gone missing cos of facing his emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Day by day, i jus getting weaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No appetite, cant slp well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I jus feel like bursting out my cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I cant cos i chose to be strong, hold it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bcos tt's wat i told ppl, i'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm okie, tis is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Baby, dun mind ab me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tis is the selfish being of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I wan you soo much, i need you soo much, i jus wan to hear your voice tt your alrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I dun wan hold you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's ought to be a cooling period for both of us understand &amp;amp; be better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I tend to always messed &amp;amp; ruin things ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I dun noe how to make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Our emotional state only sinks us further... Deeper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nowhere we can find a place tt can vent it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now i understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Marv &amp;amp; Jason are rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Forgive me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm only capable to blame myself when comes to tis emotional prob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But when comes to argument, i blame on ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm jus such a idiot, not growing up lil kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Stupid is the word to describe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm sorry tt letting you love a very imperfect gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Who acts noe how to think, understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I jus realised i do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I nd to be reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wat i'm goin thru in past, noe how to handle the present &amp;amp; how to think for my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wat is best for us, still yet to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5230135209033537530?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5230135209033537530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5230135209033537530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5230135209033537530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5230135209033537530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/emilys-breaking-down.html' title='Emily&apos;s Breaking Down'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTr4NpP-XmI/AAAAAAAABZA/gRaQSBOJYUI/s72-c/tumblr_lepuhdffC51qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-8612608024190660607</id><published>2011-01-22T05:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T06:03:18.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke up with tears &amp; fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TToCkMYyzDI/AAAAAAAABY4/wL_qBBgoimg/s1600/tumblr_l7dwd2AVVA1qamb1qo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564763110393433138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TToCkMYyzDI/AAAAAAAABY4/wL_qBBgoimg/s320/tumblr_l7dwd2AVVA1qamb1qo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Restless, weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Suddenly jus came to realised tt i'm wrong agn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My emotional took control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He felt so upset of upon hearing my harsh words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I done it agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When came to noe ur phone was off, i jus slp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Slp nt to cry, slp nt to feel sad bcos it's all started wit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; I happened to have a nitemare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's so horrifying, you wldn't belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I see your in the car accident, lying unconsciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I woke up... With tears rolling down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1st time... I ever felt so fear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I jus keep calling, calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Til now it still stuck in my head.&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 jus get up &amp;amp; out to look for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, to your area to check whether you are fine, alrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But i cldn't get thru the call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So i called the hse no. which divert to your dad's phone, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He said you're out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So i jus thought maybe you do not want to see me cos of my words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Supposed to but walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ya, i went club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;With a insecure feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Happy was happy but i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cos of yoshi's gf ard, kaylie, vania was ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dun want them see me tis way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want to be fine in front of 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;B4 club jason did tok to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He said i shld give patience, think b4 i spilt it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I noe i was wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Countless of times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm being too selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When it happen, i jus guilty, regreted tt make you fall for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dun want to hurt you, yet i keep done 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;I jus want half an hr or even lesser, i dun mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let me see you, let me hug you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bcos there is sth, it's real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I may be lied to you many times b4 but tis isn't lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love you.. Real..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's hurting me as much when seeing you like tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Specially when you jus go missing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even if i gt my retribution, if my life will to cut short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dun mind at all cos i known you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The guy who had a cute smile back when i see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; i been banned frm coming mon exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Due to attendance too low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jus want you to see &amp;amp; hear tt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8612608024190660607?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8612608024190660607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8612608024190660607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8612608024190660607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8612608024190660607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/woke-up-with-tears-fear.html' title='Woke up with tears &amp; fear'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TToCkMYyzDI/AAAAAAAABY4/wL_qBBgoimg/s72-c/tumblr_l7dwd2AVVA1qamb1qo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-2092661245042363175</id><published>2011-01-17T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:30:04.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye 20! Hola 21!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTXDvJr6u9I/AAAAAAAABYg/FfYDTAYR1Gg/s1600/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563568129507507154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTXDvJr6u9I/AAAAAAAABYg/FfYDTAYR1Gg/s320/DSC00501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTXDu_p8_NI/AAAAAAAABYY/WvP8k7Kr90o/s1600/DSC00520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563568126814911698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTXDu_p8_NI/AAAAAAAABYY/WvP8k7Kr90o/s320/DSC00520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTXDuYVKvxI/AAAAAAAABYQ/PdiuRpQXa44/s1600/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563568116258750226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTXDuYVKvxI/AAAAAAAABYQ/PdiuRpQXa44/s320/DSC00537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;After my 1st paper, bus down to town to meet Yvonne &amp;amp; Vania 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yvonne even bought me a cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then head down to The Cathay meet Vania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Vania also gt me a gift &amp;amp; tt's a watson's gif card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HAHAHA! Lil awkward but cute of her getting tt for me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then baby reached 15mins ltr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; All of us are starving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yoshi called, he came after tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We were at the basement 1 having the japanese food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ard 9 Marv came too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well i have to admit the atmosphere became better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;All of us had a gd laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I hope baby doesnt feel left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Baby, i wished to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you so much for spending tis to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you for the bday song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you for the wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; Thank you for the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I noe it's late. But still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Happy 2nd Month-versary To You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I misses you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I want to hug you so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I want to see you how you watching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I want to see you smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-2092661245042363175?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2092661245042363175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=2092661245042363175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/2092661245042363175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/2092661245042363175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/bye-20-hola-21.html' title='Bye 20! Hola 21!'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTXDvJr6u9I/AAAAAAAABYg/FfYDTAYR1Gg/s72-c/DSC00501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-1959042583220582059</id><published>2011-01-16T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:08:17.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of aged 20 &amp; study</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2mr is the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The day of my first 21st, my first paper &amp;amp; our 2nd month anniversary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ytd last min out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Baby treat me cos he said my bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my eyes show him tt i felt lil awkward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cos few days ago, he seen me cried &amp;amp; i heard him ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After tat, we head back to my home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rest awhile, chill awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When baby going back soon, he said: why does time pass so fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I noe baby wan to keep me acc, want to stay wit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Myself wan to keep him wit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;His parents may scold X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2day's the last of my 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish for my 21st:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;. Family in gd health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. Understand, give in &amp;amp; love my silly day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;. Travel soon, jus short trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. New phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;. Get a proper stable job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. While busy, able to generate time for dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;. Lose more kgs -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Unable out cos gonna memorise hard for paper 2mr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jia You, Jia You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But 3 more to go b4 graduate -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1959042583220582059?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1959042583220582059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1959042583220582059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1959042583220582059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1959042583220582059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-day-of-aged-20-study.html' title='Last day of aged 20 &amp; study'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-213479309985600434</id><published>2011-01-15T13:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:15:44.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go away Emily... ... Jus go..'/><title type='text'>Weak Mind, Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTEzv5p2n2I/AAAAAAAABYI/Ewrwn-cTTJo/s1600/tumblr_lajsk7lyeU1qd60sao1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562283912802508642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTEzv5p2n2I/AAAAAAAABYI/Ewrwn-cTTJo/s320/tumblr_lajsk7lyeU1qd60sao1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2day was supposed plann to celebrate advance wit him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To get dress up, to be sweet,to be like a mature..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Take lots of pics to mark tis day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But all blown out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cos of my wrongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My life cant seems to do anything rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Why am i yelling some1 to give me warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But think it agn.. Nah, i shldnt be selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;At some point, i actually cldnt give him wat he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Maybe ... ... If things dun work out, we shall make a decision soon instead of hurting us in &amp;amp; out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I really have no idea now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I dun feel like study, dun feel like doing nth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Jus wish to slp deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I dun wan to wake up to see tis frighten self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm feeling heavy... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If only there's sth make me fall deep slp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-213479309985600434?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/213479309985600434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=213479309985600434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/213479309985600434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/213479309985600434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/weak-mind-body.html' title='Weak Mind, Body'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TTEzv5p2n2I/AAAAAAAABYI/Ewrwn-cTTJo/s72-c/tumblr_lajsk7lyeU1qd60sao1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-424974463709162461</id><published>2011-01-14T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:45:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Bareilles - Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rEXhAMtbaec?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-424974463709162461?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/424974463709162461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=424974463709162461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/424974463709162461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/424974463709162461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/sara-bareilles-gravity.html' title='Sara Bareilles - Gravity'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rEXhAMtbaec/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5898366008734655413</id><published>2011-01-14T14:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:44:32.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TS_tJlrezgI/AAAAAAAABYA/LX3Pdsyo3o4/s1600/tumblr_labk07KcOR1qc75obo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561924813814943234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TS_tJlrezgI/AAAAAAAABYA/LX3Pdsyo3o4/s320/tumblr_labk07KcOR1qc75obo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff6666;" &gt;Ytd meet up wit baby to tok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff6666;" &gt;Everything is fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff6666;" &gt;It's me who able to change for the good now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff6666;" &gt;When will i stop lying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff6666;" &gt;When will i stop giving empty words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff6666;" &gt;Will i being honest nxt time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ffcccc;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff99ff;" &gt;I felt embarrassing cos i actually tears in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff99ff;" &gt;Rmb every word he wrote in blog, felt i cldnt face him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff99ff;" &gt;I'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff99ff;" &gt;Alot of things i dun used to voice out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff99ff;" &gt;Maybe cos i jus afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff99ff;" &gt;I guess i still nd lil time of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff99ff;" &gt;Somehow my mood still lil affected by the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ff99ff;" &gt;&amp;amp; ... ... I nd to get thru myself, my fear, my anger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#ffccff;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #a4ffff;color:#9999ff;" &gt;Cold, aching i'm feeling still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5898366008734655413?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5898366008734655413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5898366008734655413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5898366008734655413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5898366008734655413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/yet-another-day.html' title='Yet Another Day'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TS_tJlrezgI/AAAAAAAABYA/LX3Pdsyo3o4/s72-c/tumblr_labk07KcOR1qc75obo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-1101093874263362681</id><published>2011-01-13T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:24:17.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Aguilera - Bound to You [HQ Official NEW SONG]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2lAv_qWFLHw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1101093874263362681?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1101093874263362681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1101093874263362681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1101093874263362681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1101093874263362681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/christina-aguilera-bound-to-you-hq.html' title='Christina Aguilera - Bound to You [HQ Official NEW SONG]'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2lAv_qWFLHw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-96938332167066237</id><published>2011-01-13T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:32:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TS6OS8hGmOI/AAAAAAAABX4/0U7kWnF6LBc/s1600/tumblr_lepi7kDutw1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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jus cry it out silently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When no one's at home, i jus let it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess tis is the ugliest part of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rmb, i told u i gt my family prob to say it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I jus write it here cos u said u do not wan me to contact u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- My 2nd sis's accident is me who caused it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- My parents almost divorced when i am only 8 yrs old, tt time i actually attempt to bring my 2nd sis along to jump jus to solve their prob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- I'm always in bad terms wit my dad &amp;amp; 2nd sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's once i even argued wit her til she used a knife chop on her palm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I rmb... Tt time i see a pool of blood, causing few fingers cldnt move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It hurts me alot when i seen tt scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now i think of it agn, my tears jus flow out agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tis may seems nth for u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But wat kept me haunting is all tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I afraid of seeing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I tend to cant see my journey clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wat my thinkings are always keep me foolish, act as if i understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now u will noe i'm really jus a pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If u think u unable to cont wit me, jus speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whether u will belief anot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes i fell for u, i still love u now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;218pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maybe ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm a person full wit lies, a person living in anger &amp;amp; fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A person u cant entrusted me wit ur heart anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A person u wldn't put the miss or love word on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jus bcos to u, I'm mayb jus a fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nth true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nth real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes i gt alot of wrong doings but u doubt my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I will to say i'm a person who's nt mature enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dun understand other's feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ya, i seems to priority frens than u &amp;amp; family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;They noe me better, tt's the only i have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I had lil issues wit my dad in the past &amp;amp; times i kinda ill-treat my sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I dun have my own anger management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But after i do reliase i'm wrong, i owe them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wan to give everything back to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I changed for 2day who i am bcos wat i been thru in very previous r/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm sorry to say I'll think guys jus wan sth more than love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rmb? Forever is jus a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No such thing as happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I may said things in positive but myself in a negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll bear tis blame, tis wrongs, mistakes bcos i never like myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm jus going for sth tt makes me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My empty words hurt u so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tat keeps me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mayb someday soon, tis will be the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wont blame u but myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ya, i brought tis upon myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll noe tt it might not last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sorry, i'm jus an empty shelf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Who dun noe how to think but pain &amp;amp; prob to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4018579856059127550?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4018579856059127550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4018579856059127550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4018579856059127550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4018579856059127550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-nth-but-rubbish.html' title='I&apos;m nth but a rubbish'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-5053319601302544597</id><published>2011-01-10T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:47:23.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dun actually expecting my bday..'/><title type='text'>Another 1 more wk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TSqPSnoMLTI/AAAAAAAABXg/okqVRpViajc/s1600/tumblr_l782e5wphn1qacq6io1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560414239980268850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TSqPSnoMLTI/AAAAAAAABXg/okqVRpViajc/s320/tumblr_l782e5wphn1qacq6io1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My hell is here, supposed to get start for studying but cldnt get my mind to.&lt;br /&gt;Ytd went to shop for CNY clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Cos my mum asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a shorts, a pants &amp;amp; a top.&lt;br /&gt;My dad paid it 1.&lt;br /&gt;My mum mentioned tis : see ur dad treat you all so nice, buy everything for you.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to repay him back.&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad smiled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my mind flashed back.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder frm every each of the lessons did i learn?&lt;br /&gt;Am i growing up?&lt;br /&gt;When gonna reach the age of 21, i see another world, have another mindset of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Tis only can be find out at the later part of journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's sch reopen, back to his sch dragging wit the "sian-ness".&lt;br /&gt;Jia you baby, 1 &amp;amp; half month to go..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; soon, another part of ur new journey starting frm there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5053319601302544597?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5053319601302544597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5053319601302544597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5053319601302544597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5053319601302544597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-1-more-wk.html' title='Another 1 more wk'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TSqPSnoMLTI/AAAAAAAABXg/okqVRpViajc/s72-c/tumblr_l782e5wphn1qacq6io1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5237391786976309098</id><published>2011-01-07T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:48:16.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressing Weeks To Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TSqPieoIJGI/AAAAAAAABXo/iBpFtiA1fR8/s1600/icoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560414512441992290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TSqPieoIJGI/AAAAAAAABXo/iBpFtiA1fR8/s320/icoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last day of sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feel sianz cos of the exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I told myself gonna do better for the 1st paper cos it's my bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gonna trash the paper &amp;amp; own it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okie let's rewind tis post back on wed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My attitude was whole f*ck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Made baby mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He must be v upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like wat he blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He was sian-ed &amp;amp; tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; i tot i offended him cos of my ruthless attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya, Charles keep offering him drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; told me: y m i keep sticking wit my bf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go out there dance... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I said nah, dun wan bcos i dun like seeing baby tis way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wan to keep him acc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When the club near to closing, i danced retro &amp;amp; ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally, he smiled. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby as i always said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love the way you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No matter how ugly i look, i jus wishes you to smile happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thurs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Slept 4 or 5 hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Awaken by baby's sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He went to poly open hse, carrying body wit 2hrs of slp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After tt, i 'invited' him to my place. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha, my mum asked him whether is he gonna stay over to have dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 thing i'm glad ab is they finally tok-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then baby was too tired, he dozed off while watching La Pi Xiao Xin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;... ... i snapped pic of him aslp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not gonna post up cos it's for me to c only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; rest of the nite, we jus spent to cuddle each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feels comfortable &amp;amp; warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fri... Also 2day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to sch, after tt head to bugis to walk ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bumped into danny, my bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So long nv c him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here comes a quest whereas he always asked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y m i always alone walking ard??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looks soo lonely.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I jus -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well it's okie, i get used of it alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; i acc-ed him to sim look at his electronic stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All the way, he jus pat my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He treated me drink too cos of thank me acc him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pam called him &amp;amp; he told her tt he bump into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He passed me the phone &amp;amp; she asked me the same quest as Danny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Double -.-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somehow feels tt they are the true frens i noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Urge to hugging my baby now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meeting him ltr, i'll jus wait &amp;amp; expecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gonna off to prepare for dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Great wkends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby, I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5237391786976309098?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5237391786976309098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5237391786976309098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5237391786976309098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5237391786976309098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/stressing-weeks-to-come.html' title='Stressing Weeks To Come'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TSqPieoIJGI/AAAAAAAABXo/iBpFtiA1fR8/s72-c/icoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-6349701029139599091</id><published>2011-01-05T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:34:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 5th in Jan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TSP0vCX0xaI/AAAAAAAABXY/vW-FNw3B5O0/s1600/tumblr_lc4vd8BNDS1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558555454033151394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TSP0vCX0xaI/AAAAAAAABXY/vW-FNw3B5O0/s320/tumblr_lc4vd8BNDS1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Like silly said: humans are unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I really seen another 1 true faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To think she's like the only fren i get along wit in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I understand she do helped me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But when i asked her for exam tips, alr noe &amp;amp; shld tell me, not jus keep saying 'dun noe or haven'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I noe tis has to blame tt i did not turn up for sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It jus really makes me mad, DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sitting beside her, yet she keep turning her back towards me &amp;amp; tok to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nvm, it's okie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cos i only jus nd to bear 1 more day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thankful tt tis is the last term &amp;amp; i wont be seeing such 'frens'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I almost deceived by ur looks agn, jus lucky tt i seen it early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Gonna dance my heart out ltr &amp;amp; 2mr start preparing notes for exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Baby ytd learnt dance frm me, taught him some basics of hip hop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A lucky thing tt i do have patience to teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Meaning: i dun wan to get mad either, jus wan teach him slow &amp;amp; detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Baby you can do it! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Will recap the steps wit you agn in someday soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Better practise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Exams jus in less than 2wks time, same goes to my bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hopefully, i'll grow better frm the new 21's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, gonna rest now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To be blog agn! Cheerios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-6349701029139599091?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6349701029139599091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=6349701029139599091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6349701029139599091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6349701029139599091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-5th-in-jan.html' title='It&apos;s 5th in Jan'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TSP0vCX0xaI/AAAAAAAABXY/vW-FNw3B5O0/s72-c/tumblr_lc4vd8BNDS1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-8138821393494013164</id><published>2011-01-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:31:01.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>【ShareMTV】吴克群 爱太痛</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AqzRBalpv8o?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8138821393494013164?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8138821393494013164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8138821393494013164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8138821393494013164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8138821393494013164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/sharemtv.html' title='【ShareMTV】吴克群 爱太痛'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AqzRBalpv8o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-3127264645738293651</id><published>2011-01-02T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:01:38.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shut Inside The Doors'/><title type='text'>01/01/11 Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TR9zuEMyzPI/AAAAAAAABXQ/WFVR_XBbgV8/s1600/tumblr_lc2p0wEYTZ1qew614o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557287700437060850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TR9zuEMyzPI/AAAAAAAABXQ/WFVR_XBbgV8/s320/tumblr_lc2p0wEYTZ1qew614o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not a very good beginning in 2011, does tt mean my rest of the 364days will be hard times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not refering tt being wit him was bad but myself dun feel gd.&lt;br /&gt;Instinct felt sth bad might happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Temper bad, attitude rude, actions rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Baby dun like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm being too childish &amp;amp; playful alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He's rite, i'm going 21, i shld have the 21 look, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Somehow jus feels lil upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I dun feel like toking, I dun feel like doing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Feel like nd to calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I getting too emotional agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I hate tis? It sounds like i only care ab myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I guess i actually dun understand myself when i claim to understand alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-3127264645738293651?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3127264645738293651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=3127264645738293651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3127264645738293651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3127264645738293651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/010111-bad-day.html' title='01/01/11 Bad Day'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TR9zuEMyzPI/AAAAAAAABXQ/WFVR_XBbgV8/s72-c/tumblr_lc2p0wEYTZ1qew614o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-8248660177942125112</id><published>2011-01-01T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:57:47.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TR7BqaFvLGI/AAAAAAAABXI/4M-OPBh6q5w/s1600/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557091924523822178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TR7BqaFvLGI/AAAAAAAABXI/4M-OPBh6q5w/s320/DSC00399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HAVE A BLESS YR AHEAD!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;May Joyful &amp;amp; Happiness Fills Our Everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8248660177942125112?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8248660177942125112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8248660177942125112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8248660177942125112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8248660177942125112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-yr-have-bless-yr-ahead-may.html' title=''/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TR7BqaFvLGI/AAAAAAAABXI/4M-OPBh6q5w/s72-c/DSC00399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-6842191545927438253</id><published>2010-12-31T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:59:08.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Aguilera - The Voice Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nA2k79EGHbc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-6842191545927438253?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6842191545927438253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=6842191545927438253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6842191545927438253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6842191545927438253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christina-aguilera-voice-within.html' title='Christina Aguilera - The Voice Within'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nA2k79EGHbc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-8940612237825476458</id><published>2010-12-31T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:45:07.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another last day of the yr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRz9OBowGFI/AAAAAAAABXA/tfh653HaW34/s1600/tumblr_lcw9ol8VxI1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556594457667704914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRz9OBowGFI/AAAAAAAABXA/tfh653HaW34/s320/tumblr_lcw9ol8VxI1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Agn, for the past 20yrs of last days of my life is ab to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Nxt yr, I wished for a better yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A yr tt i'm gonna continue to grow up, to learn, becoming better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;As always, the ones who give birth me, my parents, Thank you mummy &amp;amp; papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I had experienced so much in tis 20yrs &amp;amp; time flies so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be patient, i'm gonna carry tis responsiblity soon, you 2 wont be suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Baby, though it's only less than 2 months we had been tgt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But i'm looking forward to a yr anniversary or 2 or maybe 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I hope things between us will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Arguements get us more understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Everyday fill up with all the misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Baby, i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1 thing i had given you for 1st time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I dun call my ex(s) baby b4 cos i find it mushy &amp;amp; i cant bring myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You're the 1st guy i called. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Better be proud huh! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&amp;amp; baby you were cute last nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1st time been to my place, nervous ab meetin my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(well, everyone have tt too includes me -.- )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My mum said tis agn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Treat you better, stick wit you &amp;amp; no more bfs after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It may sounds early but slowly, we will find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2day, another day baby &amp;amp; i welcoming new yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hope for better ard us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hope for safety &amp;amp; healthy for parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; hope for more of tis occasions to celebrate with my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy New Yr Eve Guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8940612237825476458?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8940612237825476458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8940612237825476458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8940612237825476458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8940612237825476458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-last-day-of-yr.html' title='Another last day of the yr'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRz9OBowGFI/AAAAAAAABXA/tfh653HaW34/s72-c/tumblr_lcw9ol8VxI1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-4684490933738112460</id><published>2010-12-31T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:12:27.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson - Already Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f0T3WAbU6tg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4684490933738112460?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4684490933738112460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4684490933738112460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4684490933738112460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4684490933738112460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/kelly-clarkson-already-gone.html' title='Kelly Clarkson - Already Gone'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f0T3WAbU6tg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-8526344142765036132</id><published>2010-12-26T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:57:33.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful X'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRzHn56CU3I/AAAAAAAABW4/_kjGnAfVck0/s1600/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556535528641418098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRzHn56CU3I/AAAAAAAABW4/_kjGnAfVck0/s320/DSC00320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRzHnhy5UyI/AAAAAAAABWw/CgtApLOHiCQ/s1600/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556535522169017122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRzHnhy5UyI/AAAAAAAABWw/CgtApLOHiCQ/s320/DSC00279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Had x'mas dinner wit baby's family.&lt;br /&gt;Food was great but nv eat much.&lt;br /&gt;Baby keep nagging X(&lt;br /&gt;Then drank red wine &amp;amp; baby said no hard liquor for me.&lt;br /&gt;I promised him no hard liquor for rest of the nite. X)&lt;br /&gt;He asked : nt rest of the life meh?&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it came to my mind &amp;amp; i jus asked baby.&lt;br /&gt;So you gonna watch me the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;But he nv ans me .... .... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, head home changed &amp;amp; out to club.&lt;br /&gt;Danced awhile, alr felt bored.&lt;br /&gt;Whole nite jus hugged baby.&lt;br /&gt;Baby sent me home when club going close.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day nv meet up wit baby cos we both are too tired.&lt;br /&gt;Called baby jus now tok ab planning come my place to greet my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Baby is cute cos he was soo nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Guess he was thinking how to "encounter". =x&lt;br /&gt;Pics are out. Look awful X(&lt;br /&gt;... .... ... blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Baby said still gt nxt x'mas.&lt;br /&gt;Then i asked for the rest of the life x'mas?&lt;br /&gt;He said it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;*sweets* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tis is a Honeymood period now.&lt;br /&gt;Noe it's late but it's best for tis occasions.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry baby if i hurt you when hugging you too tight. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8526344142765036132?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8526344142765036132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8526344142765036132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8526344142765036132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8526344142765036132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/joyful-xmas.html' title='Joyful X&apos;mas'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRzHn56CU3I/AAAAAAAABW4/_kjGnAfVck0/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-3826336188854614530</id><published>2010-12-25T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:50:09.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRzGNheKdWI/AAAAAAAABWo/YDHkP7jtmCk/s1600/tumblr_lc75jlYfpd1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556533975893833058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRzGNheKdWI/AAAAAAAABWo/YDHkP7jtmCk/s320/tumblr_lc75jlYfpd1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Morning!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;God! Had only 3hrs of slp, i'm so damn shag now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wanted go for jogging, think forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;If nt, ltr i'll even more shag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Flu in a morning ain't better too, stuff tissue into my nose -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Full of blisters on toes cos of last nite wore new heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Last nite was usual one, jus tt it's festival &amp;amp; a great warming kind tt my baby made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I think my baby love my lens cos it's pink??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then i camwhore bit, &amp;amp; baby said my photos was actting cute -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Well... ... I dun deny tt =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cos gals mah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Catch a movie at 1155, Little Fockers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;AHAHA, the show was great but i was yawning away at some prt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Freaking funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"God-Focker."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"My home is at your heart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Plus the youtube one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hmmm, i guess my baby must be thinking i looking great last nite, the top i wore must be attracted him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hee Hee baby, jus you wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1 day... Soon.. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Heading x'mas dinner wit baby's family ltr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gonna reach his place at 3 ltr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I better get my ass out to prepare alr otherwise will late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Merry Christmas agn peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-3826336188854614530?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3826336188854614530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=3826336188854614530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3826336188854614530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3826336188854614530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRzGNheKdWI/AAAAAAAABWo/YDHkP7jtmCk/s72-c/tumblr_lc75jlYfpd1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-222865232119646476</id><published>2010-12-24T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:55:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRRDr79EXeI/AAAAAAAABWg/_Km7aUfHV1k/s1600/tumblr_lda6rirl1K1qdefs1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554138662561930722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRRDr79EXeI/AAAAAAAABWg/_Km7aUfHV1k/s320/tumblr_lda6rirl1K1qdefs1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;EARLY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-222865232119646476?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/222865232119646476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=222865232119646476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/222865232119646476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/222865232119646476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-merry-christmas-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRRDr79EXeI/AAAAAAAABWg/_Km7aUfHV1k/s72-c/tumblr_lda6rirl1K1qdefs1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-6687168114484810600</id><published>2010-12-23T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:15:38.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want to cry it out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach me...'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRNyijm2qxI/AAAAAAAABWY/fvS781nQdXQ/s1600/tumblr_lca6gs4YE41qa5a9fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553908703477279506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRNyijm2qxI/AAAAAAAABWY/fvS781nQdXQ/s320/tumblr_lca6gs4YE41qa5a9fo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here goes another yr of x'mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every1 on the str must be feeling happy, excited ab tis coming festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Instead feeling lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I noe all begins wit me last nite, i gave a cold shoulders &amp;amp; board the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now i'm entirely break-down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wan to walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To a place where i can cry out loud.&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 will jus say I do not wan to spend tis x'mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bcos i'm not smiling at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Merry X'mas Eve to All..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-6687168114484810600?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6687168114484810600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=6687168114484810600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6687168114484810600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6687168114484810600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRNyijm2qxI/AAAAAAAABWY/fvS781nQdXQ/s72-c/tumblr_lca6gs4YE41qa5a9fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-3423810065911414449</id><published>2010-12-23T01:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:47:39.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRI5kgmsG7I/AAAAAAAABWM/YueHpzoRd8g/s1600/tumblr_lclc49KM6I1qa86w3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553564589891525554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRI5kgmsG7I/AAAAAAAABWM/YueHpzoRd8g/s320/tumblr_lclc49KM6I1qa86w3o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Moodless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dun feel like toking or doing anythin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jus feel like dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I understand your words &amp;amp; dun worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm not being upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm sorry tt i rush everything, making you confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's okie if all tis are to restart all over agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But maybe i nd time on my own 1st, so now thoughts wldn't run wild, mind wldn't feel whirl, mood wldn't be tt emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you start asking yourself tt m i taking tis r/s seriously, it meant you are having doubts on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sometimes you have to understand, boy gal frens still have their own privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm not referring anything, jus telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You noe i dun check ur phone, dun ask you to report me anything bcos i noe it's suffocating for guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I dun ask for more nor less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Simple hugs, care is enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If me bringing you insecure, how can you continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Give yourself a thought properly ab it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wont hurry you as love cannt be forced.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553564582899826818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRI5kGjvQII/AAAAAAAABWE/F8GhM8DzeRw/s320/tumblr_lbxn6dPMSg1qzx2p7o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1225pm:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Felt mind whirled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Cldn't get to slp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Dun feel like toking at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I wonder... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Am i always a gal who make ppl carry doubts on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry to say tt i maybe more clique wit guys than gals but seriously to say i'm nt interested in any of my guy frens. If i will to like them, it will happened way back b4 when 1st noe them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;If you may still think i dun take tis r/s seriously, i wldn't blog, post pics or even tok to my frens ab you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Like you mention b4, i can easily get a guy but i dun wish to cos i like you, i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sorry, jus tt i nd time on my own for 2day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm really clueless of wat to do... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I cant even think properly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-3423810065911414449?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3423810065911414449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=3423810065911414449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3423810065911414449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/3423810065911414449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-idea.html' title='No idea'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TRI5kgmsG7I/AAAAAAAABWM/YueHpzoRd8g/s72-c/tumblr_lclc49KM6I1qa86w3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-1054080797752732069</id><published>2010-12-22T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:37:25.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna Zoo Zoo Zoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Late for class &amp;amp; it ended early.&lt;br /&gt;Head down to woodlands waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;HEE HEE, We went ZOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in super hyper mood, said &amp;amp; done a lot crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Baby jus gave me tis look : -.- or o.o!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Great afterall cos they laughed, real hard too.&lt;br /&gt;It's a glad tt seeing them so happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed my baby jus by : Mmehh, Mmehh =x&lt;br /&gt;But the goats stink so much! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Eewww!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, during the journey, pics will jus do the toking.&lt;br /&gt;Though i been zoo like dun noe how many million times&lt;br /&gt;But tis trip still make the worth while =)&lt;br /&gt;I will go pay visit Mr panda in 2012 wit baby..&lt;br /&gt;As promised :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After zoo, headed down to amk for dinner &amp;amp; movie.&lt;br /&gt;Had sinful meals 2day, supposed to cut down but instead gaining!!!&lt;br /&gt;Baby told me tis : I like is you, not your figure.&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;Aaww!&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby!&lt;br /&gt;2day all your words jus saved into my memory =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for ab 14 hrs, now i'm jus soo dead tired, only wit 2hrs rest.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna head to bed!&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be upload 2mr??&lt;br /&gt;Nites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1054080797752732069?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1054080797752732069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1054080797752732069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1054080797752732069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1054080797752732069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wanna-zoo-zoo-zoo.html' title='I wanna Zoo Zoo Zoo!!!'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-1482576884793482456</id><published>2010-12-19T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T02:22:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody Ruin It Agn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQz71ylJSRI/AAAAAAAABV8/9n3K0xXIYHs/s1600/tumblr_lci92jbvXz1qd0f16o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552089342170188050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQz71ylJSRI/AAAAAAAABV8/9n3K0xXIYHs/s320/tumblr_lci92jbvXz1qd0f16o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;DAMN, mood was total ruin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A sudden temptation for 'it' besides club &amp;amp; dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But I'm gonna control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Marv said it rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Dun do for any1 but ur self... ... ... ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mood gt lil bad after toking to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Miscommunication? Untrustable? Or ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I rmb my words if nt i wldnt called &amp;amp; clarify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry i'm being lil rude but pls dun try give me a assuming tt i might seems to be lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am not tired of meeting you everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It jus tt i dun like seeing you being so unhappy, you clearly noe i gt dance, &amp;amp; you will be by yourself in tt 1 hr time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; you mentioned you felt tt way when your bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So i might as well asked you rest at home or hang out wit your frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My words dun meant anythin, seriously cos sometimes i really dun noe how to break it &amp;amp; tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pls do not get it wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dun think too much, alrite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ab tt time i told you :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My mum asked me dun switch anymore bfs, jus stick with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then you will saying :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;See how i treat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My mind was like 'Huh?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I dun wan to misunderstand any of your words &amp;amp; i hope we do tok ab tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We dun tok, otherwise we cant stable tis r/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Note: I noe i'm nt a better gal for you, i may not appear to-be-a-nice-gal in your mind too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm jus honestly ans you everything alr but pls dun assume i'm the past me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1482576884793482456?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1482576884793482456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1482576884793482456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1482576884793482456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1482576884793482456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/moody-ruin-it-agn.html' title='Moody Ruin It Agn'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQz71ylJSRI/AAAAAAAABV8/9n3K0xXIYHs/s72-c/tumblr_lci92jbvXz1qd0f16o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-7625409772175773504</id><published>2010-12-17T01:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T02:10:12.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Evening Spent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQsh3EY5lqI/AAAAAAAABV0/pM7XFQZEjXo/s1600/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551568195618969250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQsh3EY5lqI/AAAAAAAABV0/pM7XFQZEjXo/s320/DSC00064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last evening was agn spent with my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;went vivo for walk, chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seeing baby smile agn, mood felt happy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pic-ing the whole time too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Although jus short few hrs but stil great nite out X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2day's 17th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A month b4 where we had our 10th date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; it all happens in club where the nite i stole his 1st kiss =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okie, tis is soo embarrassing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But baby, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm still here open my arms for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Loving you day by day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy 1st month-sary to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-7625409772175773504?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7625409772175773504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=7625409772175773504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7625409772175773504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7625409772175773504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-great-evening-spent.html' title='Another Great Evening Spent'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQsh3EY5lqI/AAAAAAAABV0/pM7XFQZEjXo/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5026855231304888825</id><published>2010-12-15T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:35:06.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Accompany Passed With FLying Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQhFFh8jhcI/AAAAAAAABVs/Fy6LWl9_NgI/s1600/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550762502048155074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQhFFh8jhcI/AAAAAAAABVs/Fy6LWl9_NgI/s320/DSC00032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQhFFQce6AI/AAAAAAAABVk/onORrx56_oo/s1600/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550762497350232066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQhFFQce6AI/AAAAAAAABVk/onORrx56_oo/s320/DSC00026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;Met up wit baby after my lesson &amp;amp; followed him to sch for his attachment thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, his frens disturb him bcos he gt a gf?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA well it was really LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tt, he supposed to get a haircut...&lt;br /&gt;But ... ... the hairstylist he wan to get cut frm had alr resigned..&lt;br /&gt;So we jus went to baby's hse str. =x&lt;br /&gt;Seen his parents, wonder did i leave a gd impression &amp;amp; i had long chat wit his mum. X)&lt;br /&gt;Soo yepp..&lt;br /&gt;Ooh YA! &amp;amp; the 'baby' he toking ab is really awfully cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I loved the 'baby'! =D&lt;br /&gt;My baby is jealous of him. XD&lt;br /&gt;He gave me food instead to my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Also fed me &amp;amp; kissed me X)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Sooo ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;AWWW~~&lt;br /&gt;But, baby u got a tongue cheek kiss frm the 'baby' is gd enough!&lt;br /&gt;Dun complain =x&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After went over his place for 1st visit, we went for movie.&lt;br /&gt;Narnia...&lt;br /&gt;The show was average?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Ya, we loiter ard b4 we went home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to my surprise, trying my luck if i receive my results.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, i did!!!&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED!!&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad &amp;amp; happy tt acc my bf the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;He been making effort to keep acc me too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really blessed now =)&lt;br /&gt;Baby thank you for all the sweet moments 2day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos will be upload ltr! Am tired! X(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5026855231304888825?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5026855231304888825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5026855231304888825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5026855231304888825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5026855231304888825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-accompany-passed-with-flying.html' title='Great Accompany Passed With FLying Colors'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQhFFh8jhcI/AAAAAAAABVs/Fy6LWl9_NgI/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-4672284005986788554</id><published>2010-12-14T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:06:21.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ni yao de ai - penny dai pei ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7mc2NKkX7KA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4672284005986788554?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4672284005986788554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4672284005986788554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4672284005986788554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4672284005986788554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/ni-yao-de-ai-penny-dai-pei-ni.html' title='ni yao de ai - penny dai pei ni'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7mc2NKkX7KA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-8570239844299468418</id><published>2010-12-13T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:45:07.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babe Misses Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQT7akGEDUI/AAAAAAAABVU/2mo6KKDLruY/s1600/tumblr_lbtafxKLu51qd0f16o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549837074611572034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQT7akGEDUI/AAAAAAAABVU/2mo6KKDLruY/s320/tumblr_lbtafxKLu51qd0f16o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;X) It's been days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My baby initiated to meetup ltr after his work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sooo ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;He's missing me alot alot! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Suddenly gt hyper for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But somehow i misses his hugs , how i look UP to him. -.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hmmm... Jus a v short post, random...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Baby, i wish to be in ur arms everynite. =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fullstop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nites! 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type='text'>Another 13more days to X'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQPH6c8b6VI/AAAAAAAABVM/AEihBznZJ0Y/s1600/tumblr_lcqxx9gjw71qa6odoo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549498972866603346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TQPH6c8b6VI/AAAAAAAABVM/AEihBznZJ0Y/s320/tumblr_lcqxx9gjw71qa6odoo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cldnt slp, seems to be thinking somethin but nth at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dyin to travel, go for short getaway trip after CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nth much to blog too, ltr meetin Yvonne to out agn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ya... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8753370810253043276?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dance, nt actually directly head home.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, my baby was shocked &amp;amp; tis silly actually happy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, How adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Jus dun wan admit tt all the while he mind me goin club.&lt;br /&gt;SILLY!&lt;br /&gt;But i gave him my words tis time, 2nite &amp;amp; 2mr i will nt go.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll jus make myself worn out not to even have temptations to go. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly misses my days out wit my gal, eg. Childhood fren Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;She been crazily chasing over some idol &amp;amp; out wit her frens til forgotten me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;She only ask me out is when she feel like sing k.&lt;br /&gt;Funny huh.&lt;br /&gt;It means i'm nth jus a singing partner? WOAH&lt;br /&gt;At least Yvonne's better.&lt;br /&gt;She really recognised me as a fren but lately she's busy wit her stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Sooo ya...&lt;br /&gt;NVM! I'm gonna date myself out for walk.. X)&lt;br /&gt;My silly must be worry sick cos i'm on my own.&lt;br /&gt;It's okie baby, i'm alrite, ppl always have tendancy of walking alone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, i started misses you&lt;br /&gt;I wann to slp in ur arms.&lt;br /&gt;Hug me close when i'm cold...&lt;br /&gt;I noe ... ... You will say the same as i do.&lt;br /&gt;Sry i keep falling sick, never keep my words..&lt;br /&gt;I'll become better person for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;It's time to work harder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-2820394754216361830?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2820394754216361830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=2820394754216361830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/2820394754216361830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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after my dance.&lt;br /&gt;Pain, itchy &amp;amp; swollen ankle.&lt;br /&gt;Now even worse, nv go to sch.&lt;br /&gt;tis time walking is limp, stubborn me still went for dance.&lt;br /&gt;Morning stil ate oreo, ended up even bad cough, anytime might trigger my asthma attack.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, i'm too unwell to go anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1155am,&lt;br /&gt;stupid ant or bee, of all y you like my leg -.-&lt;br /&gt;Lucky not serious prob.&lt;br /&gt;But cosst me 36$!&lt;br /&gt;I only left wit 5$ now.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZzzz!&lt;br /&gt;Heck care alr, meeting my baby boy ltr. =D&lt;br /&gt;He gonna give me lotsa love =x&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nagging too.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;But well, in repaying his love, gonna whip him a dinner.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-7115603432640485002?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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small part for each 4 assignments &amp;amp; tt's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Had tis bad cough wit me since 2 or 3wks ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wonder how many ppl will get infected frm me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lucky my silly is strong enough, otherwise his sick never gets better. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ya, he must be scolding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"cough for 2wks plus alr still haven gt better, still dun wan to c doc or eat med..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;RITE silly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I roughly noe wat you gonna nag ab? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;HEE HEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I will tc myself, dun worry =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's gonna recover soon too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Had my room tidy 2day cos mayb 2mr my silly might be dropping by awhile due to some being followed incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well, nt actually follow, dun noe how to put it but definitely terrified experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's not only happened once but few times, jus tt was way yrs back ago in my old hse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yep, nth much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mood feeling blessed =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hyper active too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;HEH HEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Okie dokey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fullstop for the post now~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1220796165372298815?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1220796165372298815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1220796165372298815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1220796165372298815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1220796165372298815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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[Official Music Video]'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SR6iYWJxHqs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-6819390589820598786</id><published>2010-12-05T07:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T07:17:00.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freezing'/><title type='text'>Smile &amp; Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPrJkyxcIuI/AAAAAAAABU0/GT2A2YkzpNU/s1600/tumblr_l8kmzrb3mM1qamb1qo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546967525001798370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPrJkyxcIuI/AAAAAAAABU0/GT2A2YkzpNU/s320/tumblr_l8kmzrb3mM1qamb1qo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Almost cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I chose to hold back bcos it ain't nice to cry out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm gonna keep smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dream with the thoughts of future, smile with how many memories will be create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ya... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tat's the end for the post for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm jus gonna camp under my blanket &amp;amp; soar in my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;freaking NR7 made me &amp;amp; Marv waited an hr &amp;amp; it didn't came, in the end ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;walked to somerset wait for the 1st train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DAMN the bus driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-6819390589820598786?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6819390589820598786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=6819390589820598786' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-885611951937846342</id><published>2010-12-04T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:45:31.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title For The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hmmm.. Had great dance lesson 2nite, felt alot to buck up on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Going another hip hop class 2mr at noon as in ltr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cos Gatsby competition is drawing nearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Needed get my basics better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Feeling bit weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Is tis emo doing it agn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Read silly's status in FB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"... ... dun have a day off", sounds like i'm suffocate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Tired both mentally &amp;amp; physically... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hmmm... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Guess it will be better tt dun meet him on coming sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's a wise to let him rest more or mayb do some catch up wit his frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'll be okie if i'm alone doing shopping for my notebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'll be alrite silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sorry if i'm being selfish, jus keep you to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Shld ought to let you have a breather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Okie, i needed calm my emotions now b4 thoughts start running wild agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-885611951937846342?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/885611951937846342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=885611951937846342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/885611951937846342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/885611951937846342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-title-for-day.html' title='No Title For The Day'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-4702195198510602525</id><published>2010-12-03T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:53:49.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Of HIs Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jus a short post.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Boy, wherever you go, i'll always be hugging you.&lt;br /&gt;But if there's things you want to do, jus go ahead to.&lt;br /&gt;Like going travel, etc ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Jus rmb tell me tt.&lt;br /&gt;Not asking you report me, jus give me a pice of rest assured mind.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, if i'm being too much or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt bad tt ytd nv cook for you, gt the urge to cook for you.&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgetting 2day &amp;amp; 2mr wont b meeting you, so have to wait til sun.&lt;br /&gt;Soo Silly baby, pls wait!&lt;br /&gt;Sun will be arriving soon &amp;amp; even longer time to spend. =D&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you ard.&lt;br /&gt;Aishiteru X)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546345493999514098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPiT10tt8fI/AAAAAAAABTU/ypX19bw9Q2w/s320/IMAG0281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4702195198510602525?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4702195198510602525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4702195198510602525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4702195198510602525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4702195198510602525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/smiling-of-his-cuteness.html' title='Smiling Of HIs Cuteness'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPiT10tt8fI/AAAAAAAABTU/ypX19bw9Q2w/s72-c/IMAG0281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-9035456199571512777</id><published>2010-12-03T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:29:49.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy short film from Pixar's Rodrigo Blaas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/58iXypYPNrw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-9035456199571512777?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/9035456199571512777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=9035456199571512777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/9035456199571512777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/9035456199571512777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/creepy-short-film-from-pixars-rodrigo.html' title='Creepy short film from Pixar&apos;s Rodrigo Blaas.'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/58iXypYPNrw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5809898854894901577</id><published>2010-12-02T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:36:51.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happening Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPidxbeuCDI/AAAAAAAABUs/nIvY6Ld6fwY/s1600/149271_1530883468057_1113841420_31217225_3427064_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546355104343279490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPiclOCOR4I/AAAAAAAABTs/j5sSmRvgPNQ/s320/148881_1530870587735_1113841420_31217211_180037_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPick5TEeII/AAAAAAAABTk/LD6VsglaN-4/s1600/47658_1530856747389_1113841420_31217187_4313639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546355098776795266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPick5TEeII/AAAAAAAABTk/LD6VsglaN-4/s320/47658_1530856747389_1113841420_31217187_4313639_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPickjUEsTI/AAAAAAAABTc/l6K1VdsFMnU/s1600/47616_1530773985320_1113841420_31217029_1226316_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546355092875424050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPickjUEsTI/AAAAAAAABTc/l6K1VdsFMnU/s320/47616_1530773985320_1113841420_31217029_1226316_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last nite was a wow.&lt;br /&gt;Jason's bday but alot of our frens in scandalous nite, I jus stand &amp;amp; watched.&lt;br /&gt;I was high but ni'm nt drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Gained my awakeness like soo soon after?&lt;br /&gt;Dirty dance wit yvonne, kimmi?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; whole nite, i jus kept touching and kissing them, my god~&lt;br /&gt;Almost turn into les. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Bought Jason a slice of cake too, thought of surprise him.&lt;br /&gt;But ... ... he saw it b4 i do surprise him -.-&lt;br /&gt;But then agn, he was soo touched til he tears. =D&lt;br /&gt;I noe wat is the feeling of some1 jus suddenly popp up wit a cake when you dun actually receive 1 for soo many yrs.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, it may nt be the best gift but at least an unforgettable bday. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne asked me to help her get a guy.&lt;br /&gt;I said i cant cos i gt tis silly boy &amp;amp; i noe he will jealous, i jus told her to ask kimmi?&lt;br /&gt;Well, back at the table, things start to happened.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, to my clique, tis is nt gonna b avoidable nxt time for u guys!&lt;br /&gt;You guys are seriously in doom shit~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetin my silly ltr, tell him the stories of last nite's..&lt;br /&gt;So ya............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5809898854894901577?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5809898854894901577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5809898854894901577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5809898854894901577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5809898854894901577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/happening-night.html' title='A Happening Night'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPidxbeuCDI/AAAAAAAABUs/nIvY6Ld6fwY/s72-c/149271_1530883468057_1113841420_31217225_3427064_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-8086678847375108759</id><published>2010-11-30T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:32:57.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Boy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My day goes same as usual, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sch, home, slp &amp;amp; dance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wat's making my day happier is my silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Although it jus smses but it still keeps my day beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now I jus wishes to slp beside him &amp;amp; feeling him hugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Soon, the day gonna pass, esp most of the time when i spending wit him, seems always pass even faster, it jus diff frm when i'm in sch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nvm, there's always someday i can spend the entire day wit him or mayb days? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;D/l few movies, wanna watch wit him when we had nth much to do but actually all the while we been doing nth much, it still keep us busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My time for him is jus only watching him smile, eat, drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'll never get sick of &amp;amp; I'm always expecting tis day each time after we met up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-8086678847375108759?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8086678847375108759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=8086678847375108759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8086678847375108759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/8086678847375108759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-baby-boy.html' title='My Baby Boy :)'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-7842220193260408316</id><published>2010-11-29T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T02:49:01.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Notebook PC &amp; Great Date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPKhcoe933I/AAAAAAAABTM/Wilogp_np8k/s1600/DSC09995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544671604522213234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPKhcoe933I/AAAAAAAABTM/Wilogp_np8k/s320/DSC09995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPKhcFTqfBI/AAAAAAAABTE/yCIje0gaLB8/s1600/2010_11_28_18_47_53_830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544671595079564306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPKhcFTqfBI/AAAAAAAABTE/yCIje0gaLB8/s320/2010_11_28_18_47_53_830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YIPEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My dad bought me a new notebook at 599$ at SITEX =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Small &amp;amp; convenient but sucks is no mircosoft! X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cos wanted use tt to do my assignments. Soo ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But thank you lao pa for buying me 1 &amp;amp; feeding me for 20 yrs long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll earn more in future to repay you back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; my silly boy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He's getting sweet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ohmm Nomm Nomm! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the smses wit the babe, my girl is making me smile like a silly dumb dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But silly, if i ever make you feeling uncomfortable or upset, do tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still sorry ab my words 2days ago, I mistook your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm always here even if you did not fall for me in the 1st place, we still can be frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jason mentioned to me tis b4: if we cant become lovers, can always become frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rite now at v tis moment, i wishes every min, secs to be in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every of your words, smses caught me smiling &amp;amp; goin thru "madly in love" with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Despite wat might happen in the future, rmb we had tis love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then on, i'll continue to work on tis r/s esp in our miscommunications, put our emo feelings aside &amp;amp; step by step walk towards you receiving even more greater days. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lists i wishes to do with you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;- Understands us better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;- Taking public transport with you &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;- Travelling tgt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;- Slping beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;- More hugs &amp;amp; kisses X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;- Etc ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sounds lil silly to ya huh?&lt;br /&gt;It may sounds simple, still i want to always mark tis in my journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;not wit any1, not comparing wit any ex but you, my silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You cannot be compare, you're not a replacement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As there's only 1 Daryl I noe, I love, I misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;( Sorry my silly baby, times i do not noe how to use my words, may convert into mistaken meanings, dun go disappear agn, i'll be at lost, dun noe wat can i do to make you feel better, happy. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love you, my silly baby boy..&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-7842220193260408316?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7842220193260408316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=7842220193260408316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7842220193260408316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7842220193260408316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-notebook-pc-great-date.html' title='New Notebook PC &amp; Great Date!'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TPKhcoe933I/AAAAAAAABTM/Wilogp_np8k/s72-c/DSC09995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-5250818784998263274</id><published>2010-11-27T11:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:40:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Go Away, Jus Go Far Frm Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fell aslp but keep waking up..&lt;br /&gt;Saw the sms...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling even worse...&lt;br /&gt;Am I in wrong?&lt;br /&gt;How do i speak for myself?&lt;br /&gt;Am i mistook any of it?&lt;br /&gt;ARRRHHH!&lt;br /&gt;I wan to cry out loud, I wan to let it out..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I jus misses how he told me..&lt;br /&gt;:" you're nt alrite "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he hugs me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i'm being useless... ...&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold, I'm feeling tired...........&lt;br /&gt;Ya, my past is soo disgusted..&lt;br /&gt;Every mistakes/hurt will change a person to react differently in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i jus go?&lt;br /&gt;Go to a place where i dun suppose belong?&lt;br /&gt;Go to a place where nobody noe i'm crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd post at 128pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He replied..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A long msg written sorry &amp;amp; clear the misunderstandings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deep down feel touched but sad cos my words must be hurting him in someway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He wants to drink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jus go ahead silly if tt makes you feel better ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry if i mistook your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was upset but I felt even more guilty bcos of my harsh words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You dun have to become better but speak your feelings out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I ever told you tis b4,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If i say anything tt hurts or offended you, dun hold back, spilt it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wan to noe you better, understand you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Most but nt least, your smiles, maintain it as how i always see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not the real reasons of jus your smile but deep down inside, y are you smiling for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you, silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never stop misses your warmth, your hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You may not be the perfect love but some1 wit tis simple feeling i been yelling frm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-5250818784998263274?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5250818784998263274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=5250818784998263274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5250818784998263274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/5250818784998263274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/emily-go-away-jus-go-far-frm-here.html' title='Emily Go Away, Jus Go Far Frm Here'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-7096413733604139546</id><published>2010-11-27T05:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T05:25:05.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls Dun Judge Frm Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm really totally upset..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I jus cant understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am i getting no respect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Even i tok-ed to Marv &amp;amp; Jason, they find it lil ridiculous too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do you even noe for the whole nite i was faking smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They even keep telling me tt dun think too much but i cant help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The smses are definitely hurting, i'm feelin chest pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I haven eaten for the whole entire day when earlier wants to but lose my appetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ya, i experienced gastrics, so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It dun cure my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I noe i may sound harsh in tis post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But it dun get us anyway if you continue to think me as tis sort of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tell me, is tis even gd start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My gals tot i'm gonna cry but i will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm tired of tear-ing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I had a random foolish thought earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Think ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Forget it, i wont say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okie, I cldnt slp neither feel like eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm jus gonna re-read the smses &amp;amp; keep blaming myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Y am i tis way last time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Y do i even make you love me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To many ppl, i'm nth but jus a trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do they even fucking noe me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do they even fucking noe when all your frens betrayed you &amp;amp; jus leave you alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Even teacher told my closest fren to stay away frm me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do you even noe most of the times i'm crying bcos not falling out of love but bcos of my family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm been giving my parents tough time &amp;amp; my 2nd sis ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;TELL ME, DO YOU GUYS EVEN NOE ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I always had tis bottled up, suffocate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I dun compare, i dun have any misfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I felt glad bcos i noe really few great frens, noe-ing my parents still continue support &amp;amp; care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I end the post here, tt's all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No more any other words coming frm my mouth even whoever quest me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm done of sharing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-7096413733604139546?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7096413733604139546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=7096413733604139546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7096413733604139546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/7096413733604139546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/pls-dun-judge-frm-past.html' title='Pls Dun Judge Frm Past'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-2349713113873834381</id><published>2010-11-26T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:49:25.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching you smile also making me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Been in deep emo shit mood last few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But last nite after tok to Jason feeling soo much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Comes to make me realising sth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rite in front of my eyes, I shld jus treasure wat i have &amp;amp; be content wit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Silly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we shall walk tis steps slowly, understand each other even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I never wan to rush things on you bcos to me, you are real, you are a true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Watching you smile is also part of my happiness, Feeling you hugging me close &amp;amp; tight is the most warmest now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; We both noe tt in our hearts, we smile the cutest. X)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543529966487477826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TO6TIjY4HkI/AAAAAAAABS8/5XhNSBNVyks/s320/tumblr_laba8lOJzY1qaqyc2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maintain tis way, I noe there's always bitter part coming but rmb our words, we are always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although tis is nt the 1st r/s i been thru but you actually can get me blushing for most of the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just ... ... Totally mad in love wit you. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543529958152917042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TO6TIEVw0DI/AAAAAAAABS0/OqZQqlfh4A0/s320/p16-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-2349713113873834381?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2349713113873834381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=2349713113873834381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/2349713113873834381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/2349713113873834381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/watching-you-smile-also-making-me-smile.html' title='Watching you smile also making me smile'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TO6TIjY4HkI/AAAAAAAABS8/5XhNSBNVyks/s72-c/tumblr_laba8lOJzY1qaqyc2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-6051598258696058139</id><published>2010-11-23T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:21:44.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dwelling On Past Agn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542641522007913746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOtrGRyctRI/AAAAAAAABSc/OgGK7MoZjqA/s320/tumblr_lav95nkkQI1qdgjf3o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mayb somethings may like to jus keep to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Forgive me if somedays i'm actually faking to be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jus bcos i dun wan u to see me tis way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pls trust me, stand by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If every1 will to despite u but u dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's kinda heart-breaking whenever i'm seein tis scene replay agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ppl may said i'm falling in love too easily/fast, i dun mind bcos they dun noe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But how ab others tt i treat them as frens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You guys noe me the best, seen the real me, will you even look down on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There's always a time tt i will wan to cry out but cann no longer do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I hold too much of tears in myself, dun noe how to let it out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Every of sec, i'll have my fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Maybe the fear of standing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;alone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I dun noe ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542641530596789842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOtrGxyMjlI/AAAAAAAABSk/66MyMwyVU_o/s320/tumblr_lc7xtaRt9S1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-6051598258696058139?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6051598258696058139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=6051598258696058139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6051598258696058139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6051598258696058139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-dwelling-on-past-agn.html' title='I&apos;m Dwelling On Past Agn'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOtrGRyctRI/AAAAAAAABSc/OgGK7MoZjqA/s72-c/tumblr_lav95nkkQI1qdgjf3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-4476948355316588764</id><published>2010-11-21T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:11:44.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ytd supposed to be a gd day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But ended up i let tis emo shit ruin my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I actually gt every1 worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Marv, Robin, Jason, My silly &amp;amp; actually Yvonne too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I almost gonna do somethin like jus going MIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I nd to think properly ab my actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Am i being too selfish? Or petty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well last nite, my silly's arrival totally surprised me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thought he wouldn't come upon seein his arrival, i jus ran over hug him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It seems like i'm gonna cry but I cant rmb how to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He actually came down for me jus bcos i'm upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I felt glad... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When going back tt time, Marv tok to me ab some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Really felt touched bcos my tis idiot buddy seems to be tryin do somethin for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sorry guys, I noe i'm still young, alot of things still no experience, to somethings i'm still 1-sided seein it, hopefully i jus learnt &amp;amp; be more grown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Post End Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Feel like taking nice walk along somewhere quiet since the weather is nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway,  Thank You Silly &amp;amp; other fellow friends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-4476948355316588764?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4476948355316588764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=4476948355316588764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4476948355316588764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/4476948355316588764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/ytd-supposed-to-be-gd-day.html' title=''/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-1648465541317482187</id><published>2010-11-18T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:06:26.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='They Named Us As Inseperable Couple'/><title type='text'>Officially tgt on 17th Nov</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOYh4A3st3I/AAAAAAAABSE/lpmET2vRWmw/s1600/DSC09898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541153637715982194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOYh4A3st3I/AAAAAAAABSE/lpmET2vRWmw/s320/DSC09898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOTilHilJqI/AAAAAAAABR8/_pXKjXOm1fg/s1600/DSC09573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540802568879679138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOTilHilJqI/AAAAAAAABR8/_pXKjXOm1fg/s320/DSC09573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOTikxNDq8I/AAAAAAAABR0/6yCzbXqTLzo/s1600/DSC09530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540802562883824578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOTikxNDq8I/AAAAAAAABR0/6yCzbXqTLzo/s320/DSC09530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hee Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Let me officially intro tis silly monkey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Name is Daryl, Nick: Silly Monkey or Polar Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He's a yr younger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He has a adorable smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He is tall. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;He's skinny but in future he will b fat. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He do not noe how to cycle &amp;amp; roller blading jus like me =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He drink 2 bottle of plain water every per each day cos i nag him to do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dun think he's blur lookin but he's definetely the smart kind unlike me. X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, i'm his cuddly bear now cos he loves to hug me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me? I jus run over to him &amp;amp; hug him even tight. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm happy now, every morning my guinea pig get to c a giant hopping ard. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Anyway, .... ... I'm his gal &amp;amp; he's my big boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;FullStop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-1648465541317482187?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1648465541317482187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=1648465541317482187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1648465541317482187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/1648465541317482187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/officially-tgt-on-17th-nov.html' title='Officially tgt on 17th Nov'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CS6wBtGxsI/TOYh4A3st3I/AAAAAAAABSE/lpmET2vRWmw/s72-c/DSC09898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368063305404281240.post-253546222525156319</id><published>2010-11-17T13:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:19:54.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things happened in a nite</title><content type='html'>Well, last nite went out to rebel.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Jason, Marv, Robin &amp;amp; Silly.&lt;br /&gt;=D Well sweetest things happened btwn us..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya! I'm shy agn!&lt;br /&gt;(IDIOT BLOG, Cut My Sentences Agn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club ends, we all ready to head home &amp;amp; he sees me off to bustop =)&lt;br /&gt;Somethin shocking happen..&lt;br /&gt;Jason been caught by police.&lt;br /&gt;It really shocked me, wanted help him, i cant cos i dun wan implicate silly in.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jason, as a sis i cldnt do anything to help but u are really 1 stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;Told u alr, nt to fight, nt to stir trouble, you nv listen.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is Singapore, nt Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;God~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Now awaiting his news to be bail out ltr by Marv, i unable do it so cos i'm under 21.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot, of all tis happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nite can be rmb wit happy &amp;amp; angry thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything will be fine now after Jason's incident~&lt;br /&gt;Peace out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-253546222525156319?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/253546222525156319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=253546222525156319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/253546222525156319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/253546222525156319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-happened-in-nite.html' title='Things happened in a nite'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2368063305404281240.post-6430194973626607128</id><published>2010-11-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:23:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute "Real-life-Shrek-Cat" ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/rP8m8CQkCbU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP8m8CQkCbU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP8m8CQkCbU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AWW!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368063305404281240-6430194973626607128?l=piecesofemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6430194973626607128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368063305404281240&amp;postID=6430194973626607128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6430194973626607128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368063305404281240/posts/default/6430194973626607128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/cute-real-life-shrek-cat.html' title='Cute &quot;Real-life-Shrek-Cat&quot; ^^'/><author><name>*Pieces Of My Life*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596246256730721625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
