<?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-31521515</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:28:46.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an|g3r</title><subtitle type='html'>[[ l0v3 huRts ]]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>an|g3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877180654456146624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31521515.post-3941903872461745554</id><published>2007-04-26T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:23:56.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today..school is boring as usual..first 2 period - geography, miss cong went through the test paper.and finish up teaching us chapter 10. next was PE, was kinda fun i guess.. old keong let us watch NBA as it is raining outside... can't play basketball ourselves, have to watch.. -.-" then its woohoo science!!! woohoo for what? because there's no teacher.. wonder whats wrong with teacher, like sick for quite long le eh!! then reccess... after reccess was suppose to be miss ilan lesson ( 2 periods ) for don't know what reason, they say that she won't be coming in..so straight in a row we had 4 free periods.. aint that nice or what!? woohoo..so as usual me and gang will hand around in class... this time watching videos from my handphone.. yeah yeah like who don't bring handphones to school? its such a stupid rule to ban it.. school's stupid~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;then in the end i was like so bored.. so i was like "eh lets go to all the classes and see is there any teacher that we know or not" me and gang agreed and we went out on our "expedition" we walked pass 2n1, huang lao shi is there.. we said hi.. next e4, no one.. e3 i think mr lam, the classroom very quiet all listening to class, thus we never say hi..e2 got this like sort of fierce teacher.. then we just faster walk away.. so as to not let teacher catch us, i called the guys to go by 3rd level and then we meet up at 4th girls toilet.. then we walked pass 2e1.. before that i was wondering, because previously all dont have the teacher we know. then i asked friends " eh later e1 there mr low is around.. " then we walked passed e1.. bulleyes!! mr low is in the class.. then we met the others and hang around abit there..me and mel went into the toilet.. then i started spraying water..mel spray me too.. then i played with lynette too.. what the hell in the end i am like so wet.. luckily wore pe inside... ok then play play play.. with the guys we walked pass e1 again.. then we go " hi mr low!! " then gary shouted " mr low you rocks man! " then we go on laughing and laughing all the way back to our classroom... kinda fun crapping around in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;following lessons is like so damn boring lor. after miss ilan's free period is maths,lit,chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;was boring like DUH~ *erhem* maths rocks man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after school.. we walk walk walk and decided to go to heartland mall to have lunch and as usual crapping around... was around 1.40pm when we reached heartland..went to hawker centre and eat carrot cake.. they say was nice, well actually it's still up to grade..yummy...BUT i am still not full so we went to KFC and had another meal. ( paiseh lar, i eat alot, but i wont get fat.. wooo )then while thinking of what to order i saw xiaole.. she is with her friend.. dont know why she wore her specs..she look so cute lor!!! wahahah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after eating, we went to hawker centre there de staircase and sat down. we go play with public phone and stupidly, sam's 20cents coin got eaten up by the machine.. which he was like " EH MY MONEY!!! " ok he didn't money out, thus every cent is important to him.. then we laugh until like siao lar.. because of his 20cents... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok then we got this wild idea.. we went down to MRT station and by the walkway.. we walked to the middle of it and "settle down" there... then we said want to study.. in the end everyone was like looking at each other's phone, sms and some stuff and we started crapping away... its like making so damn much noise inside the quiet MRT station.. then we keep on saying, die liao tomorrow miss ow will announce that there's 4 zhonghuarians bla bla bla at Kovon MRT bla bla bla... then we laugh laugh laugh... its like woohooo fun lar.. then around 4.30pm like we saw jana and leona.. they were late for chinese tuition thus they had to rush and go off.. awww if not you 2 can join the fun... then we 4 carry on our craps.. running around like nobody business lar!! wooohooo... today's just so much fun lar! exams are coming which mean SUPPOSE to be studying at home.. mugging all day long. but to us it is because exams are coming we must relax abit because after exams then we'll be going out.. thus we went out and play/crap/fool around.. wooohooo!!! shiok seh today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;really had alot of fun today. at least it kept me busy and not thinking of certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sometimes i think it's best not to think. but well think about the bright side??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;baby, i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;give me a chance to say that to you...&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/31521515-3941903872461745554?l=an-g3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/feeds/3941903872461745554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31521515&amp;postID=3941903872461745554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/3941903872461745554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/3941903872461745554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/2007/04/today.html' title=''/><author><name>an|g3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877180654456146624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31521515.post-2410812478508549323</id><published>2007-04-25T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:08:29.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, i came to know that, that person cried again..&lt;br /&gt;knowing that that person cried,&lt;br /&gt;it make me feel so useless..&lt;br /&gt;i can't help much,&lt;br /&gt;but only listening and persuading that person i guess...&lt;br /&gt;why don't you just allow me to go to your heart??&lt;br /&gt;i've longed to do that..&lt;br /&gt;maybe time and waiting is the answer to it afterall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/04/07&lt;br /&gt;had english paper 2, was quite ok.. and in the end still got scolded by miss ilan for whatever shit reason.. ahh well who cares, we're kinda used to her scoldings.. that's lame i guess... i think i tried my best for the whole paper.. so if the results come out to be disappointing.. i'll still be satisfy, and if i really don't do well then i am dumb.&lt;br /&gt;after that was NSW science. its like a total waste of my time. came to questions i don't know? i just any how shade. woah sure i'll score well at NSW -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday and today nothing really happened. i went home straight after school and study for lit and geo. first time?? yeah i guess so. really have to buck up man.. as in friends are all studying for test and exams except for me i guess. oh ya! there's science test today. i think i will flunk that paper, i don't know a thing about phyics part! omg.. i am so damn dead, just hope i pass my science test not with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;" The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Ever Have To Do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Turn Around And Walk Away Pretending I Don't Love You." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just can't pretend that i don't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its just too hard for me to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I really like you so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;feel so much like telling you how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is that possible??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please give me a chance to care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" I LOVE YOU "&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/31521515-2410812478508549323?l=an-g3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/feeds/2410812478508549323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31521515&amp;postID=2410812478508549323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/2410812478508549323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/2410812478508549323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-again-i-came-to-know-that-that.html' title=''/><author><name>an|g3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877180654456146624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31521515.post-1701466315681117083</id><published>2007-04-22T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:03:38.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just one more week had passed...&lt;br /&gt;time really really flies...&lt;br /&gt;certain things wait for no man,but yet here am i still waiting for you..&lt;br /&gt;do you know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/04/07&lt;br /&gt;well had a fever, was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Samuel's&lt;/span&gt; house with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt; too.. was down with a flu at first. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what happened,just couldn't sleep that whole night. waking up with a headache and then perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got my fever there and then.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the mood to sort of fool around in school like i used to. everything seemed to change,i must too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17,18/04/07&lt;br /&gt;my fever is not going away. really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have that mood to play study. in class,while teachers are lecturing,i guess i spend half of the time sleeping or just day-dreaming. couple of teachers asked what happened to me,well i just told them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sick and nothing else,didn't want to add on. miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ilan&lt;/span&gt; had been having mood swings or she's just being bias?? can't she just understand more of us? everyday scold us,say we're noisy had she ever thought of other classes? because at times they're like so much noisier than our class.. it's just so not fair, comparing our class with the others. just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;comparing&lt;/span&gt; while to black, they will never be the same rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/04/07&lt;br /&gt;well still got fever and had a headache too.. gosh why did my sickness came only the time when its going to be exams? i suppose to be studying and paying attention in class. but obviously i got no mood to do that. had EL and CL paper 1.  find both paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;,but find my essays..the way i wrote it sucks.guys wanted to go out and celebrate whatsoever.didn't really want to tag along..i mean like guys,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;now is&lt;/span&gt; exams can't you people just don't play for awhile and just study??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/04/07&lt;br /&gt; my stupid fever just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to go away and this time down with such a big headache,feel asleep during geography lessons i guess...took my paper, i failed again. f**k geography man, all 3 test fail. from A1-F9 its just so disappointing man..its not that i didn't study whatsoever, i did study... man what's wrong with me!! just couldn't take it anymore man...is the teacher's fault or what?? or maybe i shouldn't blame on the others like everyone will say..how lame can that be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/04/07&lt;br /&gt;spend my whole morning on the computer, didn't get to play much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what game to play.. i surf the net... for science and literature.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt; my first time but its kinda worth it. found some stuff that is useful to science but just couldn't understand it.. i think i am so going to fail my coming science test. literature,those notes is kinda useful, took them down on so that i can memorise. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; do more of this kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; learning,maybe i should have done this so so much earlier eh?? afternoon, sister's boyfriend came to fetch my mum,sis and i go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; hospital to make my specs. cool finally got new specs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; its half-frame and black colour.. will be getting it next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.just can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;the same as cant waiting for you...&lt;br /&gt;then i spend my whole afternoon watching television.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want myself to stop and think about unhappy stuff.just want to hide from it man.usually i will call up my friends and chat with them but obviously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the mood.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nowsaday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got no mood for everything or anything.things that i cared about doesn't care about me..or is it i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; lying alone with my head on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thinking of you till it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i know you hurt too bu what else can we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tormented and torn apart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;" I know just how to whisper and i know just how to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know just where to find the answers and i know just how to lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know just how to fake it and i know just how to scheme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know just when to face the truth and then i know just when to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And i know just where to touch you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and i know just what to prove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i know when to pull you closer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and i know when to let you loose... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got so much to tell you,i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know where to start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just love you so much...but there's just so much i can't tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so lost.go away.leave me alone.all i need is time,they say it can heal anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let's hope that it is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the hardest i'll ever have to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;is to turn around and walk away pretending i don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/31521515-1701466315681117083?l=an-g3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1701466315681117083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31521515&amp;postID=1701466315681117083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/1701466315681117083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/1701466315681117083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-one-more-week-had-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>an|g3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877180654456146624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31521515.post-119403988194104109</id><published>2007-04-14T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:42:11.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why must so many things happen?? Why is it that everything seem to be changing?? Or is it that everything changed and its no longer the same as before?? i just wished that things are back to normal... but will my wish come true??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to talk bout...&lt;br /&gt;Friends..they're changing... some bad some good...i just dont know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;there's something between us,that make us so..seperated?? we used to be so close,tell each other things.. but look what's happening now!! it changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me,my friends... they all seemed so troubled,sad,confused...&lt;br /&gt;all i can.. is either to listen,comfort,consol them...&lt;br /&gt;but what about myself..???&lt;br /&gt;my friends.. they cried when they're feeling sad,confused what so ever&lt;br /&gt;but why can't i do the same!?!&lt;br /&gt;just why can't i break down and cry in front of them? like what they did..&lt;br /&gt;i only can cry inside my heart...hiding the real feelings of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are kept deep inside myself, at times i dont even know what am i doing,feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know myself...&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand myself...&lt;br /&gt;i've got to hide it away...&lt;br /&gt;you see, to others i'm so care-free&lt;br /&gt;am i really so??&lt;br /&gt;yeah maybe to you guys i might be..&lt;br /&gt;but let me tell you, i'm hiding my feelings till you guys think that i am care-free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;who should i choose... just who??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i love you so much&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/31521515-119403988194104109?l=an-g3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/feeds/119403988194104109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31521515&amp;postID=119403988194104109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/119403988194104109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/119403988194104109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-must-so-many-things-happen-why-is.html' title=''/><author><name>an|g3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877180654456146624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31521515.post-1975983275306551865</id><published>2007-03-17T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:10:43.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooohoooo... finally blog again... obviously decided all my previous post.. but well...&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. shall make it short i guess...&lt;br /&gt;LOTS of things happened... dont even know where to start... thus shall not start..&lt;br /&gt;ok so far.. CO trainings are tough so have to work hard... as for my results.. of course must work hard also lar... ok maybe the part on Co training work hard.. not for me.. haha&lt;br /&gt;well.. co is fun ONLY when we can slack.. hahaha!!! ok bye for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHe-aLL-s0-[c]RA[p]-Anlg3r-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31521515-1975983275306551865?l=an-g3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1975983275306551865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31521515&amp;postID=1975983275306551865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/1975983275306551865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31521515/posts/default/1975983275306551865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-g3r.blogspot.com/2007/03/woooohoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>an|g3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877180654456146624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
