<?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-703541379463910169</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:51:46.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is HER story.</title><subtitle type='html'>no one loves to be uncherished. treasure what you've got. =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xiiao en. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13129287602397975506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWRthPI27ss/S4Fyl5EqGOI/AAAAAAAAACo/yocteRnYDgs/S220/ello.+.JPG'/></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-703541379463910169.post-5946356762222092196</id><published>2010-07-06T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T04:04:58.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This post was supposed to be posted on April 19,2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The number of times i was in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That one guy i fell in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The number of times i got my heart badly shattered by that one guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's your birthday today. I sent you an sms wishing you happy birthday. Not surprised that you replied damn late,but surprised that you replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thanks for wishing me happiness in your reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's time not to bear grudges&amp;nbsp;towards you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Heard you have gotten yourself a wonderful girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sincerely wish you happiness with your darling girl. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Waiting for my happiness to appear is like eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But i believe,it's not gonna be eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It only seems like eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He will appear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;All that's from the bottom of her broken heart,are dead and buried memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'll still remember how we bumped into each other and all the fun times we had together though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm not gonna stay stuck anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm not gonna fantasize how we can be together again anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Just gonna move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And keep walking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Untill someday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That other special guy will appear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And take me away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703541379463910169-5946356762222092196?l=thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/feeds/5946356762222092196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2010/07/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/5946356762222092196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/5946356762222092196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2010/07/one.html' title=''/><author><name>xiiao en. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13129287602397975506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWRthPI27ss/S4Fyl5EqGOI/AAAAAAAAACo/yocteRnYDgs/S220/ello.+.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703541379463910169.post-6614198383683942048</id><published>2010-06-15T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:39:02.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In The Name Of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This incident happened on 14th June 2010. Since so many events took place on that day,I didn't have time to pen them down to my blog until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;14th June 2010. Why do horrible things happen on the 14? My heartbreaking break up with him was on the 14th,February 2009. Today,June 14,2010 - The breakup of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Number 14,should I hate you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What is true love? Up to the 18 years of living in this world,the only real life example of true love I've seen is from my dad to my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mum,you really managed to shatter dad's heart into millions,millions and some more millions of pieces this time. Dad found a notebook which you were hiding. What you wrote inside aroused dad's suspicion. Hence,dad went to our house in Malaysia to confirm his suspicion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Condoms,sexy lingerie,a man's clothes. A bed which had been tidied up. All these,found in that house. That house where a once happy family lived. Found in that house where I grew up until I was a teenager,that house where I was once loved by two loving parents who were very much in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;All of our family photos in that once warm and loving home were gone. Warmth of love from that house was now replaced by an atmosphere of emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I couldn't believe it. In my eyes,my mum was great. She was a loving mum to me. She always told me to be a good girl,and not go around seducing and flirting with guys. Yes,I really listened to her. I always behaved when I was out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But mum,what did you do? Your promises,your words. So it was a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;SO IT WAS A LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mum,how could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dad went into a rage. He smashed the furniture,any non-living object he could get his hands on. In all the 20 plus years of your marriage,dad had never hit you. No matter how you slapped him,no matter how you humiliated him,no matter how cold,resentful and unloving you were towards him,not once did he hit you. Never. Not even once. Until today,you got two slaps from him which he gave so reluctantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And so so so shockingly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"So what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Who are you to talk to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"THIS IS COMMON WHAAAT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dad roared: "I'll cut off your photo from our wedding album!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Yeah,come on,I've been waiting for that for a long time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That was what that came out of your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Where is the guilt? Where is the shame? Where is the love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dad reached our Singapore home. He took out his wedding album. His face,expressionless. He started turning the pages. With each turning of the page,warm tears began to trickle down his cheeks. He caressed the picture of you wearing your wedding gown. He was kissing you on your cheeks,the cheeks that he slapped today. You were hugging him. A face of bliss as you relish in his loving embrace. Dad could not contain it any longer. He sobbed. His sorrowful tears poured from his eyes and onto the wedding album. I hugged him tightly and cried with him,together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Deep in his heart,dad was hurting,he was bleeding profusely. Still sobbing,he asked me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;恩妮，Daddy 是不是很丑？Daddy 是不是不好？为什么Mummy不要我，跑去跟那个男人上床？如果她肯认错，如果她肯回我身边，我什么都愿意。即使她已经跟别的男人上床，我都可以愿谅她，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;因为，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我爱她。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He was utterly heartbroken. Mum,what you did was a colossal blow straight to his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No dad,no. You are the greatest dad and the greatest husband I've seen this far. No,you are not crap. You were never crap. Deep in my heart,you have my ultimate respect. I'm so proud to have a dad like you. I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I promise myself,if I never find a guy like my dad in this life,I'll never marry. I rather remain single forever till the day I leave this world. God,if you exist,please listen to me. If you think I'm going to shatter a good guy's heart like my dad's into bits and pieces like what my mum did to my dad,then don't,don't grant me love. I don't deserve such unconditional love which radiated sincerely from such a loving,affectionate and faithful guy's heart. Only if you think I can love that guy with all of my heart,with the whole of my soul,only if you think I can continue loving him as long as he loves me,then,you grant me that true love I deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've never experienced true love before. But I know the love that radiated from deep within my dad's heart for my mum,is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Affairs,breakups,divorces. Yea,discouraging. They make people lose trust in marriage. But no matter what,I strongly believe,true love is out there. I've seen a life example of it. And so,I'll keep on believing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That true love is true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703541379463910169-6614198383683942048?l=thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/feeds/6614198383683942048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-name-of-love-this-incident-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/6614198383683942048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/6614198383683942048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-name-of-love-this-incident-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>xiiao en. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13129287602397975506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWRthPI27ss/S4Fyl5EqGOI/AAAAAAAAACo/yocteRnYDgs/S220/ello.+.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703541379463910169.post-7368257773201586157</id><published>2009-10-16T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T04:08:20.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Every Sky Has Its Own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;What do you feel when you look up and gaze onto the plain blue sky,a rainbow is painted onto that sky,way up high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;To her,it puts a smile on her face. It cheers her up and makes her happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Her first rainbow did appear on her plain blue sky. Sadly,it did not linger on her sky for long. It faded over time and eventually vanished. Her first rainbow had left her sky. The colours that brightened her sky are all gone now. What's left behind now is her sky that was once plain blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Rainbows. Yes,they do cheer you up. But they do not linger on the sky for long. That's the sad truth. Is there such a thing as an eternal rainbow? Yes,they do exist,in fantasy. But unfortunately no,in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;However,once a rainbow appears on her sky,to her,it will always be there. When her rainbow fades,memories of her rainbow appearing on her sky and how it cheered her up will always be with her,burried deep down in her heart,but never to to be unearthed once again. Once burried,the memories are dead. They can&amp;nbsp;never ever cheer her up or hurt her anymore. Those memories will just and only be plain memories,nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Thus,when the memories are dead,it leaves room in her heart to accommodate live memories of her second rainbow-that guy whom she will dote on and love wholeheartedly;that guy who will also dote on her and love her wholeheartedly and who will be able to give her that sense of security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Indeed,rainbows are rare. But she believes her second rainbow will appear and take her away. Someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;However,until love knocks on her door,let's not talk about rainbows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703541379463910169-7368257773201586157?l=thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/feeds/7368257773201586157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-sky-has-its-own-r-i-n-b-o-w-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/7368257773201586157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/7368257773201586157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-sky-has-its-own-r-i-n-b-o-w-what.html' title=''/><author><name>xiiao en. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13129287602397975506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWRthPI27ss/S4Fyl5EqGOI/AAAAAAAAACo/yocteRnYDgs/S220/ello.+.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703541379463910169.post-1464255942068454472</id><published>2009-10-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:33:57.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>斯念</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I got this sms from Ying Khiam. I found it very meanigful and thus,i'm penning it here for sharing. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;喜欢和爱是不同的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;喜欢他，可能是因为他为自己所做的一切。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;爱他，却从不会计较为他所做的一次。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;喜欢他，可能只是因为他的性格很不错。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;爱他，却连他那坏得离普的性格都很喜欢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;喜欢他，会劝他不要淋雨。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;爱他，却愿意陪他一起被雨淋。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;喜欢他，可能只是因为他的好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;爱他，却连他的缺点都能接受。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;喜欢他，可能只是因为你愿意聆听他自己的倾诉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;爱他，连他对你的抱怨都能接受。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;喜欢他，可能需要很多很多的理由。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;爱他，是不需要理由。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;爱就是爱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I did not sleep well last night. My pillow had a spot which was wet. I tried to close my eyes and fall asleep,but to no avail. All the memories flashed back. The good and the bad. I was smiling,and at the same time,I could feel warm tears rolling continuously down my cheeks. Oh my god. It was then that I came to realize how much I missed you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;You have changed. Like how a caterpillar evolved into a butterfly. Where did that silly boy that had once made me so happy vanished to? Yes,you have turned very unfeeling and very cold now. You seem to have many frustrations running through your mind. So different from the carefree and cheerful boy I knew in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;But somehow,i still can sense the existence of that little boy in you,trapped under many many frustrations and unhappiness. Maybe you have been hurt by someone else,and that explains that change in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Reminiscing the past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;“你很累是吗？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“没有。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;“Then 为什么你关眼睛？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“ 因为我不要看到你的脸。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;“等下晚上，你可以打给我吗？hee.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“ k.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“Harlo? Okay,我打给你了,bye bye.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;“Huh? 什么？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“你懂这种bag,只有Sec 2到Sec 3的人带吗?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“这种东西只有一个人会做，而那个人，就是我妈妈。而我妈妈是一位auntie.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“她穿什么jeans? 你穿什么jeans? 要比就比到完。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;“你可以不要一直sms吗？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“朋友sms我，我就reply咯。” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"What did i do wrong? Why did you treat me like that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"I could have treated you worser but I controlled okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"You have a girlfriend already is it? Please tell me. I want to know the truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"I hope you will wish us well,and not curse us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"That's not what i meant. =("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Don't make me kick you outta my life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Who are you for me to answer for your stupidity?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"It doesn't take much for me to fall for a girl. If you're not my type,let's not force it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;第一道彩虹，你真的很难爱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;因为你不爱我，我以下想对你说的一切，一定会让你觉得很恶心，很反感。但是，我还是想让你知道。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;我要做你身边的那个女人。我要你带路，而我在你背后支持你。我要与你承担你的不快乐，与你分享喜乐。让你伤心和烦恼减&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;一半，快乐加倍。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;以前，我们曾经有过快乐的回忆。我曾经有看过你笑得很开心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;This quote was from one of my good friend,Venessa's facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"The best happiness is not what others have given you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"It's the happiness that you gave to this special someone,and receive his or her smile after that. (: " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;但是现在，我再也不可以带给你快乐了，我再也不可以弄你笑，再也看不到你的笑容。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;因为我知道，你已经对我豪无感觉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;对，事实的确就是那么的残酷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;即使我有多么的舍不得你，即使我有多么的爱你，我也很清楚，爱是不可以勉强的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;所以，我真诚的希望你会找到那个爱你，而你也爱她的女人。 因为你是一个值得被爱的男人。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;第一道彩虹，将来，不管发生什么事，答应我，你会快乐的活下去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;好吗？ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703541379463910169-1464255942068454472?l=thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/feeds/1464255942068454472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-this-sms-from-ying-khiam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/1464255942068454472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/1464255942068454472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-this-sms-from-ying-khiam.html' title='斯念'/><author><name>xiiao en. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13129287602397975506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWRthPI27ss/S4Fyl5EqGOI/AAAAAAAAACo/yocteRnYDgs/S220/ello.+.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703541379463910169.post-2727657526214410560</id><published>2009-10-09T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T04:10:48.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Will Be A Better Day. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;From 14209.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Till now,8 months had already passed. Why do those tears still roll down her cheeks every time she's alone at night? Move on? How she wish she could. So much easier said than done. Heard many of those comforting words. But really too bad,they can only act as painkillers. Yes,she can forgive. But really too bad,her memory is too good. She can't forget what he did and said to her. She really wants to forget,but she really can't. How she wish she could forget,then it wouldn't hurt her so much right now. Time can heal all wounds. Is that really true? She doesn't dare to be taken away,because she already had the phobia of her new rainbow not treasuring her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is okay if she did wrong,then he gives her the cold shoulder. She really did try to recall what sin she had commited. It puzzles her. What did she do to deserve that attitude from him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's afraid. The world is not as simple as it seems. There are many scheming big bad wolves in disguise out there,preying on innocent little lambs. And so she needs some time to grant access to the only one she trusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly,after she takes the time that is essential,her rainbow had already moved on to another sky. Since he could do that so easily,it goes to show that she means nothing to him at all. He's not the least proud to have her as his girlfriend. His girlfriend is just like a silly little girl who doesn't know how to dress,unlike his friends,unlike the girl's best friend. So what if he loses her. So what. He won't feel a thing. That was how unimportant she was in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she be herself,he doesn't like it. And so she tried to change and improve. But that made her really unhappy. What's wrong with being herself? She is like that. I'm sorry girl. The ugly truth is,he doesn't like you for who you are. He is only concerned with spotting your flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His criticisms have so much effect in bringing her down. It made her feel so useless. But deep down,she clearly knows that,she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't fall for him,he can say the harshest words and do the harshest things to her. It will have zero effect in hurting her. However,if she falls for him,even the little mean things that he does and say will have 100% effect in hurting her to a great extent. So why did she fall for him and allow him to bully her? Tell me. Was she silly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some time for her to realise that she really does like him. But when she ended up falling for him,he doesn't like her anymore. He doesn't want to give her warm hugs anymore. He doesn’t mind if another guy hugs her anymore. He doesn't want her anymore. He wants to leave her behind,and allow someone else to take her away. He wants to abandon her and move on to another sky because at the end of the day,he realised she wasn't his type. He realised she wasn't his type only after she had fallen for him. She can't possibly turn back and stop liking him completely after falling for him. It's irreversible. And after she had fallen for him,it disappoints and hurts her so much as he could forget her that easily. Move on to another sky that easily. Moving away from her is just like a breeze to him. &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes,that was really painful. Do you people understand how much that hurts? Does anyone out there really understand how that feels? No,you people don't. You're not her. How would you understand. How would anyone understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But,what's the point of keeping him when his heart is not with her? What's the point? That's right. It's pointless. And so she reluctantly decided to let him go and leave her behind. Her best friend and one of her good friend told her that she doesn't like him. In fact,she loves him. How can that be true? What is like? What is love? It's intriguing. In the past, she liked him,but doesn't realize it. So what does it imply now? That she has unknowingly grown to love him in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if she loves him. He doesn't love her. Not even like her a single bit anymore. One sided love just hurts. Way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703541379463910169-2727657526214410560?l=thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/feeds/2727657526214410560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-will-be-better-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/2727657526214410560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703541379463910169/posts/default/2727657526214410560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisherblogxiiaoen.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-will-be-better-day.html' title='Tomorrow Will Be A Better Day. =)'/><author><name>xiiao en. 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