<?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-2322803715614142971</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:55:54.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRokEN iNsIdE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-7502246229042174338</id><published>2009-01-26T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:34:43.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost n confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SX3zCzOR4kI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YGTtEM01S6s/s1600-h/190520081087-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SX3zCzOR4kI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YGTtEM01S6s/s200/190520081087-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295655966292959810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O.M.G..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;im sowie mt broken inside i hav not been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;toking to u since i last remembered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i got something to share wit u 2nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hmm.. i just dunnoe wer to start coz watz happening jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;made mi stuck at 1 spot n not moving on though i noe ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;having so much fun n laughter noeing tat u hav found sum1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;new hu mite take tat place wer i could never once filled&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so let mi just begin by saeing guess itz too late to turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now knowing that we hav been in this for 4thz plus n ended up like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;was it my fualt or was it urs..? either way i dun blame both coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it all started wen my hp spoiled n u left without mi knowing n wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i found out itz wen u returned..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was seriously waiting 4 ur msg till new year wen u wished mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was so happy but didn't know thingz mite turn out this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirah has alwaes been asking mi HOW U N HER n i would b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like hmm she has not been contacting mi like b4 maybe busy wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;school n mirah too misses u so much talking to her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till the day i ask mirah about her blog add n saw ur add i was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUH..?!! U GOT BLOG..?? Y I DUNNOE..??!! n i questioned my adik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n asked her y she never tell me n kipped mi in the dark about what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is goin on then she said she never wanted to see my sad but guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i found out the truth sooner or later n honestly i cried wen i read ur post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowing the reason y u nvr contact mi like u used to before coz u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; had sum1 new in life who had filled tat space i could hav never done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so was it my fault that im no longer the danzuko u once knew..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; who would alwaes sae he miss n love u without fail..? i noe ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hurt too but wat cn i do now wen itz all in this mess..? just as i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tot ur the one n wanted to be with u but guess god showed mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got to take alil more to 2 settle down n getting hurt once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do i even fit 2 be some1z guy..? 2 mi guess i dun coz i keep falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;down n getting hurt over n over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anywaes just hope ur having fun at kl n dun tink too much coz sum1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is waiting 4 ur msg wen u return.. but hey.. i still did expect ur msg too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but guess u just did not know rite..?? n im sowit if i did not sae ily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back at msn coz 2 mi tat meaning of love just faded awae coz u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;showed mi tat wae..=) n u wanna know y i never said i miss u animore??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause to mi u just do not miss mi like u once did or the love u said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was not like u did b4 too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alrite im leaving here 4 nw.. btw if u really wan me back..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do show mi the true meaning of love n gain my trust alrite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if u tink u have found sum1 betta dn im all happi 4 you..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope he treatz u n shower u wit all the love no1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could ever give..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dun miss mi wen im gone coz u got a imp. examz this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; year do well 4 urself n ur family.. n if im still tat 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in ur heart dn do it 4 mi too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; danzuko aka bleedingRoMoE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                     p.s u still hav not lost him after 4mthz n 10daez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleedintearsnsorrow&lt;br /&gt;&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/2322803715614142971-7502246229042174338?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7502246229042174338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=7502246229042174338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/7502246229042174338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/7502246229042174338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-n-confused.html' title='lost n confused'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SX3zCzOR4kI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YGTtEM01S6s/s72-c/190520081087-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-6524144604451168671</id><published>2008-05-24T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:54:30.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeding romeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDgq6--SWEI/AAAAAAAAACw/POlhZ4IKk8c/s1600-h/210520081104-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDgq6--SWEI/AAAAAAAAACw/POlhZ4IKk8c/s200/210520081104-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203956562251634754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDgqdO-SWDI/AAAAAAAAACo/kGTmAu9_PjU/s1600-h/190520081098-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDgqdO-SWDI/AAAAAAAAACo/kGTmAu9_PjU/s200/190520081098-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203956051150526514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDgqFe-SWCI/AAAAAAAAACg/x1ubTZ_r4oU/s1600-h/170520081080-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDgqFe-SWCI/AAAAAAAAACg/x1ubTZ_r4oU/s200/170520081080-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203955643128633378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hey there my one and only broken inside... yeah i know its been 5 days i have not turn to you as i was not around and even if i did i was really2 sick like i am right now... and yup the doctor say the torn which pierce through my left leg was very serious cause it might infect the other part of my body... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i am going to the hospital 4 a check up and dress up to see if its getting better or worse but hopefully its going to get better ya.. cause i miss my friends so much including u whoever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyways... i am just making it short here cause i need a lot of rest and i cannot walk a lot.. and this time i am posting cause this post is to some1 out there how i am just to sad, curious, and i do not even know what the fuck i want to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dear whoever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can i just ask u a simple question..? where in the blue hell did i go wrong or did wrong to you till you just made me feel i do not exist in this world where i was once a friend of yours...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why do you just have to go m.i.a without a single word huh..? is this a game you would love playing..? if you think your playing games with me then just 4get about it sugar cause its just a waste of both our time..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and by the way... if you think i am just joking around.. well.. i tot about what you say about friends do not leave friends 4 good but whats the use of me being around when your just not even treating me like a friend like you did once..&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wheres the you i know once huh..?! do not tell me you have changed cause deep inside you are who you are still i believe tat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; seriously i did not want to leave after what u said but i promised my friend that i would follow follow him but guess i still got to return after what happened to my leg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;well what more can i say anymore just let mother nature take its cause... just hope you would read this whoever and i know you would not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; or call me ever again as you have new friends the old once you just 4get.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s : sorry cuzzie n friends i cannot make it to the esplanade today as you know whats my condition.. i know u guys want me down badly but i promise i would be down when i am 100 percent...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;danzuko aka bleedinRoMEo                                                           bleedintearsnsorrow&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/2322803715614142971-6524144604451168671?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6524144604451168671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=6524144604451168671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/6524144604451168671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/6524144604451168671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2008/05/bleeding-romeo.html' title='bleeding romeo'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDgq6--SWEI/AAAAAAAAACw/POlhZ4IKk8c/s72-c/210520081104-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-7933141813288714015</id><published>2008-05-18T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:48:29.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDBhy-AVVWI/AAAAAAAAACA/cF_fqvK_4LQ/s1600-h/170520081074-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDBhy-AVVWI/AAAAAAAAACA/cF_fqvK_4LQ/s200/170520081074-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201765097878672738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;greetings my one n only broken inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess this past few days you have been &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;busy listening to what am i going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and how am i feeling huh..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;well 2day i have not even taken anything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; to eat yet and i am feeling quite weak but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's okay cause i have no mood to eat at all &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i just sat in my room the whole day &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;listening to music and reading someone's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog over n over again cause i just cannot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;think where did i go wrong till this could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;turn out the way it is now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway... i just want to make it short&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and sweet my broken inside that you &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;would not be hearing all my problems&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;n i guess my feelings is just fading away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; slowly cause evilgortic n i have plan to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave singapore  and head to somewhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;else this tuesday for quite a long time n i do not know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i am returning but i got a feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are heading to pulau ubin first and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this time i am serious i am going my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; dear friend i am not lying n i wish i was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause i cannot bear to leave without a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; good bye from you personally but i &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess that wish will never come true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;now the only wish i could have is never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to return cause i want to leave everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; behind but i just need my mummy blessing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; first cause if anything happens to me and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i did not make it home... i am glad i receive &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my mummy's blessing... just do not want to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; tell her where i am heading maybe just say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; i am going to stay at a friends home 4 quite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to a special someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope your reading this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause guess you would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;now be happy i am leaving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so you could be happy again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause thats what you want right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;..?? well i am leaving now just for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; your sake cause i do not know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to make it up to you after what's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;happening now and make you talk to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;me just for one last time a second will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mean more then enough for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;well i just hope you would do well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in your O level examination and i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; also wish i could help you with your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;art but things have change so quickly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that i did not know where it started&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;going wrong.. you just take good care&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; of yourself n i will always remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in life i was blessed to meet someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so special like you but i just let that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;chance slip away like throwing a &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;million dollar into the drain... i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;going to miss you so much that no1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;can ever replace you i swear...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this might be my last post so i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ending here now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s i am leaving with tears in my eyes and the only thing i can ever bring along with mi is the memories of you and it would be a memory kept close to my heart..=')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;danzuko aka bleedinRoMEo                                                                      bleedintearsnsorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322803715614142971-7933141813288714015?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7933141813288714015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=7933141813288714015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/7933141813288714015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/7933141813288714015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2008/05/greetings-my-one-n-only-broken-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SDBhy-AVVWI/AAAAAAAAACA/cF_fqvK_4LQ/s72-c/170520081074-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-9209798873076848845</id><published>2008-05-18T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:07:51.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;k.. i fell asleep only about 10 a.m this morning n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i just woke up about 4 plus just now... read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blog n its so meaningful.. wonder how your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of better then mine when it comes to all this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by the way my hand phone is broken inside too now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;after what happen to it last night.. do not ask what happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cause it was a suicide tragedy... i just sat up all night at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;corner of my room n just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;throught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; about all my past n it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just made me feel fucked up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i guess someone has totally forgotten about me already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gone just like that without a simple good bye or any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.. this is life.. friends comes n go but the once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; that stays r the once that glows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;where have you gone to..?? i really need you here now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; but guess you would not even want to have anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zuko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; already right..?? u say i just do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; understand you.. but guess i did now but isn't it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;late to realise now..? i can never turn back the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but i hope that i can make things turn out better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in the future but is time running out for me very soon..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i believe everyone has a second chance but your not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;someone who would do that i see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i am just too scared to call  or even face you  now cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you make me feel i am a  past that has to be killed so you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can be happy again... like a burden to you.. just tell mi if i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;am cause i do not want to bother your life if i am.. i just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do not know what i want to do now but guess go back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the path i once walked alone where i have no feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh god...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;please open the heart of the person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i really need by my side right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i am just walking this lonely street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yet dying with every step i take as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the air around is just stopping my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart from beating n letting mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;reach to the end of the road where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; bright side always waits for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh god...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the only one who is walking with mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now is my shadow.. it's not enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cause its just dying along with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;send mi my guardian angel to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mi the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; to reach to the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;side cause i want to be always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for that someone like i always say to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s hope you would just call or msg me soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;danzuko aka bleedinRoMEo                                                                  bleedintearsnsorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322803715614142971-9209798873076848845?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9209798873076848845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=9209798873076848845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/9209798873076848845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/9209798873076848845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2008/05/k.html' title=''/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-2097965165372007378</id><published>2008-05-17T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:48:43.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my satdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O.M.G...!!!!!! 2dae the band at esp was cool or what..??!!! they are called urban something2... their songs rock man...!!!!!!!! ya i headed to esp 2day just to make myself feel better but how much i head bang n dance i still cannot 4get what happen n what someone said 2day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i tot i saw someone who i never expect to see over there but hope its not the right person cause she sat at where she say she would always sit n she was looking at me like she knows me or running away from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh ya nad's baseball cap fell into the sea just now and everyone was so shock.. then member cry la say...sad.. hmm.. we headed home very late today and shawn ask me to go china town to drink with him just now but i was so tempted but at the same time confused.. cause i just wanted to drink.. get hit by a 8 wheeler n lose my memory 4 good... but i tot of the people who cares for me esp my beloved mummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i waited for the fucking MRT bercinta say.. n as i was feeling very hot... my anger started to build.. in the train i met my ite classmate and we talked about hows life and etc... took some puff on the way to the interchange and reached home tired n here i am blogging... hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;by the way.. this morning i reached home around 10 plus slept for about 30minutes plus then woke up by a call... guess evilgothic and i had a heart to heart talk about our past n life now... we are going through the same but i still have my mummy.. and i feel sad when i think about what happen in the past between my mummy n me... tears can just roll down my cheek when i was thinking about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess evilgothic ask me a question which i have no answer to it yet n if i had it would be.. my late grandma n my late godfather.. but they are not around anymore.. n if i had the chance to meet anything i waited long to meet now it would be my happiness... cause i lost it very long already n only my mummy knows that the smile on my face is not the antonio who she brought up with this two precious hands of hers.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish my dad could just read what i am going to say cause i really2 miss him so mush n wish things had not turn out this way cause i miss the feeling of a dad's love.. the nights where he would come up to me when i am sleeping n just kiss me on my forehead... =') * i am just crying writing this...* a song i need to listen is - heaven september 11.. listen to it its for people who does not have a dad anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lastly before i want to emo all night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;heres something i want to tell someone... i am sorry if i have hurt you in any way n im sorry if i am not the perfect friend you expect me to be... i am just labelled a fucking loser to you now i guess... if your writing about me... i do miss you soo much that i saw someone who looks exactly like u just now.. and if you think i am irritating to you then just tell me cause i do not want to be a burden to you... i wish that things can be like before but guess the scares just reminds me of my mistakes i have done towards you... hope you would forget me for all my faults but i think you would not after what happen... guess i am better off gone without a trace cause you would not even bother at all i understand.. =) i am leaving soon i guess cause you say you feel that someones going to leave you for good... that person is me... since your the only one reading this.. i have a sickness that the doctor say if i am not lucky enough.. i only have two years to live but 1 year has pass for me and i just want to cherish every moment i have... i know i would not believe a single word i say but its okay.. everything happens for a reason... i just want to say again a million sorry n i miss you alot... hope to talk to you again... you take care n study hard.. good luck n all the best for your up coming exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s i just lost a special someone who would always be kept in my heart n memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;danzuko aka bleedinRoMEo                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     bleedintearsnsorrow&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/2322803715614142971-2097965165372007378?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2097965165372007378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=2097965165372007378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/2097965165372007378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/2097965165372007378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-satdae.html' title='my satdae'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-6297749038756779830</id><published>2008-05-15T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:47:02.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SCzLROAVVTI/AAAAAAAAABs/IVBKYATcgSk/s1600-h/Cryin+blood....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SCzLROAVVTI/AAAAAAAAABs/IVBKYATcgSk/s200/Cryin+blood....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200755166383789362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm.. it's been 8 months since i last came into here but guess there is no1 i cud tell how i am feeling except u broken inside.. n rite now i just dun even know where to begin... n where to end... but i still got to let everything out over here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        firstly.. it's been a long 8months 4 mi n many things happen as time passes like the day is getting shorter n shorter... if u think i have made man friends... r u blind or what huh..?!!! i am losing each 1 of them as days passes n people changes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        i do not mix wit my secondary sch friends anymore cause most of the guys r in NS already n the girls r mostly busy wit work or sch... n also 4 my ite friends...? i lost most of their contacts.. the only people i contact now is people from esp n my good friend evilgothic.. i came in here just to let someone who really wanted to read my blog know how am i feeling currently... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        hmm... its been almost one mouth now that i have known you.. n honestly... your one hell of a person man... the first time we chat deep inside i had this feeling that we going to get on really well n i guess we did but yet that feeling just hunt me whenever i fell into a deep stare... cause the way i see to it... i just feel sad... reading your blog everyday just give me sleepless nights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        firstly.. its because i want to get to know you better but i just don't seem to get any closer to even know more about you... it's like every two steps i try to know something new about you.. i fall two steps down.. maybe you cannot see it but thats how i feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        secondly...  guess you just knew me 4  almost one  month n yeah you do not know much about me but i am a person who treasure n cherish all my friends new or old but your a small group of them who i keep close to my heart cause to mi you guys are special n you guys always make my day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       lastly... you always would ask me if i am angry at you for not calling mi or sleeping in the phone while talking... well honestly... i am not angry or mad at u cause who am i to you to get mad or angry at you... i am just a stranger who does not know who is he to you... i don't even know the meaning of friendship now... you showed that to mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      ohh... n please do not say that you would call me back later when you never once did... i feel like i am being fooled around n it's alright with mi... i don't mind but it hurts when i read your blog and i find out the reason you never call mi back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     for your info...  you wrote at your blog that  you promise that  you would be there for me when i need someone but where  are you now huh...!!!! it's alright i understand you are busy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     if you want to know what i wished right now.. i wished that you were here right beside me so i could hug you tight n cry my feelings out cause if i scribble everything down here... my poor broken inside would not rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     but the only wish that would come true is mi slashing my wrist n just let it bleed till the last drip of my blood... just feel like starting my emo days one last time where hatred  n revange  is  my cap of tea...  n people will hate mi for who i have become... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     i am stopping here for now as my fingers are asking mi for mercy so hope you get to read what i want to tell you all this while n how i feel... n i just want to say if whatever happens after this... you will always be someone i would not forget n it's nice knowing someone like you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     p.s a dream of going to the land of no memories cause i feel better off there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     danzuko aka bleeding RoMEo                                                                                                                                                                                bleedintearsnsorrow&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/2322803715614142971-6297749038756779830?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6297749038756779830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=6297749038756779830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/6297749038756779830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/6297749038756779830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='im back...'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SCzLROAVVTI/AAAAAAAAABs/IVBKYATcgSk/s72-c/Cryin+blood....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-5781442594866428766</id><published>2007-08-13T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T05:01:45.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON MY MIND...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok i'll make it short n swit coz im too tired nw so i lazy to type long2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmm... i was dae dreaming the whole trip through 2dae when my teacher brought my whole class on a trip around singapore in a farry... itz like i was listening to tis song the whole dae &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"WHEN UR GONE"&lt;/span&gt; n i wished sumone could dalicate this song to mi coz the song was so 4 my ex once apon a time in the past... n talking about her... guess i hav gotten over her but our sweet memories still cannot be 4gotten n itz stuck to my head... guess we still r frenz ryt..? im greatful enough alreadi betta then we not having anithing to do wit each other animore... i juz dun hav the same feeling which i had when i was waiting 4 u this almost 1 year... the love the care n the wae we used to talk.. n guess im not missing u like i alwaes did every single dae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n about this sumone who has been on my mind resently... i dunno if my mindset towards u is changing coz wat i saw tat dae was a feeling i never felt before in my life n i dun blame u 4 making mi feel tat wae coz u dun even noe if i like u or not... itz like u sae tatz ur lepak2 memberz who u noe 4 2 years eh..? till because of them u r who u r todae... hey.. my frenz who i lepak2 wit pun dun touch our other gerl frenz like tat man... n they dun juz kiss like got no respect 4 gerlz like tat... n u wanna noe the true reason y i wanna juz leave u n go sumwer else..?? itz not because u were gonna get drunk but itz because i was hurt about wat this two painful eyes of mine saw... a gerl who i was starting to fall for kissing n being touched by other guy like she was so cheap... i noe shes not deep inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;seriously... i can juz sit infront of u n juz look a ur smile n ur pretty face coz it makez mi feel like im dreaming... but itz like im so confuse right now cause i dun love to get hurt n i hav gotten hurt too many times over n over again till i juz thought u were the one who could finally fix back this broken heart but guess i was wrong.. or maybe itz still nt the time yet...i juz feel like juz walking awae witout a single word n never to return or look back... or should i juz be there for u n take care of u so that nothing wud happen to u till u got urself a boifren then i would leave for good... hw..??? wish u were reading this...making u or seeing u happy is the least i could do piggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sumone once said to mi..." gerls are juz using guyz... when they need u.. they find u... but when they dun.. u dun even exist in their life... they alwaes keep u waiting or make u feel like they r falling for u cause they noe tat u wud be there if they need sumone to turn to..." tatz wat happen to mi this past one year n if ur wondering how cn a toopid guy like mi can hold on for so long.. well im a king tat if i fall for sumone.. i wud giv them everything i cn or do... n one thing u should not do to mi is hurt mi... i had been hurt to much alreadi n i dun wanna feel hurt no more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anto aka hotsuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bleedintearsnsorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if i fall again i promise im gonna leave this part behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322803715614142971-5781442594866428766?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5781442594866428766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=5781442594866428766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/5781442594866428766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/5781442594866428766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-my-mind.html' title='ON MY MIND...'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-2802476165971309022</id><published>2007-08-09T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:12:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>national dae..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;09.08.07....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kz i started out my dae wit a fone kol fm my ex best bitch saeing she wanna mit mi nw bt i was still in bed n had nt taken my shower yets..so i took my own sweet time to get ready as i had to mit her at tamp. n im staying at hougang nw... dn we met at big mac. n as we were sitting n toking.. a msg was send to mi by sum no. i dunno saeing her name lina n she wanz 2 mit mi at esplanade n as i was going there later in the evening to mit my new family... so i chill at TM wit aishah my sandal till 3 plus coz she had to go werk.. but we stop by watsonz first to giv my ex raudah a very big surprise coz aishah n mi had a very big fight not long ago... after we hug n kissed her.. i send aishah to her stop n i took an MRT to city hall to mit a gerl i dun even noe... as i was sitting in the train... i kolled my piggy n ask if she is coming down to mit mi n my piglet was so moody she sae she mite nt b coming n i was so sad... dn i kolled dane n he sae he coming around 5 plus..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dn as i reached city hall... it was so crowded tat i had a hard time find my wae out...soon.. i met up wit the gerl which i dun even noe or tok or met b4...dn she took mi to mit her other frenz n like her... they were all adik2... heee... it was like all the while.. i was toking n toking n toking while she juz sae 1 or 2 wordz... dn she asked mi if i was att or single so i told her i go wit the flow... dn after awhile.. her frenz asked mi y m i not toking to lina n i was juz smiling... n if im nt rong... i heard her fren kolling her ain.. so is she lina or ain..??? nvm i dun even bother... soon i got bored standing under the hot sun 4 like 2 hr plus freaking hours n lina was scaring mi coz i was so sure she wanted to hold my handz.. so i quicky hold my bag on 1 hand n put 1 more in my pocket.. as it was getting late.. i kolled dane n he sae he was otw wit my piglet n i was so happy coz piggy was coming n i cud nt wait to run fm lina... abt 630 dn they reached city hall MRT so we decided to mit at sub wae at marina bay... i tried to find my wae out 4 quite sumtime b4 i finally found the exit n i went to sub wae to mit my piggy n my sugar mummy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i met them... i was so tired so i took a rest awhile n they were like asking mi y im like tis n i asked dane 4 a ciggi coz i really nided 1 at tat point of time.. dn after i smoked n they bought 4 mi food.. we sat n tok y i was so tired n i took them abt the lina gerl n about me getting hit on the face by a policeman... my piglet was so angry wit mi coz i said i wanted to mit her at CCK but in the end i met wit sum random her... tat sounded so wrong man.. was it my fluat coz she sae she no mood to go..? n she was angry wit mi when i sae i wanted to come CCK to mit her..?? dn as we were eating... i foung piggy's unlock place to tickle her.. dn yan the vian boi kolled n he sae he wanted to mit us at clak quey n so do kak vin..so we wen to the bridge to watch fireworkz n piglet was so happy n excited to see the fireworkz when it started... we dn made our wae to clak quey to mit both of them but we went to 7 11 at boat quey first to buy ciggis n while we were juz about to make our wae there.. we met han n his family.. wat a small world... lucky he did nt see mi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;while we was alking to clak quey... my head spin awhile coz i guess it was because i stand or walk too much earlier... as we reached clak quey.. we sat by the stairz n waited 4 kak vin n vain... soon they came sat awhile dn we got our ass to CM n i was shock coz it was like alot of 'adik2 la'... but we had a great time wit kuma around too... but it was like they closed too early n we had to make our way back to clak quey coz kak vin wanted to buy drink again but i did nt noe wat happen...as we were otw there... boi vian was so irritating i swear to u... i can juz get into a fight wit mi at the place itself man... enough is enough man kuwi LAN... dun try 2 push ur luck too far kz coz u hav not seen my true colours yet...dn when we was passing the mac... i saw iszy n tina so i got in n sat wit them awhile n iszy join us at the bridge later on... iszy dn left after awhile n soon jaja came... we sat there till about 5 if im nt rong b4 we all headed home... so much 4 mi goin to CCK to chill wit hid n dane.. my piglet took my frenz motor hm... great man... free ride ape... dn i had to decide wer to head fm there so i followed kak vin to her place n we sat n tok wat i did nt expect us to tok about wat we did... btw tis is wat kak vin sae tat made mi shock awhile... as we came out fm the cab.. i kolled piglet n after i put down the fone kak vin wat like... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I NOE U LIKE DAYAH RITE..?&lt;/span&gt; n i sae like hmmm... after afew secondz dn i started off wit telling kak vin about mi n my ex... about mi waiting 4 her 4 almost 1 year n dn she told mi juz not to wait 4 her animore... kak vin told mi something about gerlz which i tink i gonna kip in mind coz itz quite true...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dn i came to the part about hid... i sae i dunno if i could fall 4 dayah coz she lot of darlingz n i wanna b with sum1 who cn take care of mi real nice n cn b trusted n not plae with my feelingz coz no1 is perfect so thingz cud alwaes go rong alil... m i falling 4 u my piggy...?? hmm... no1 noes i tink.. but cn it b seen i like u..?? or isit juz pplz wild guess...?? i aso dunno... but it was fun toking to kak vin coz i noe her 4 onli 1 week n we get along pretty well i can sae..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY FEELINGZ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;m i like missing u in the worse way or something..?? sitting rite beside u noeing tat i cn never be wit u i tink... and i dun even noe if u feel the same 2wardz mi too coz itz gonna hurt alot when u giv somebody ur full love n care n at the end of the day u find out tat they were juz making use of u... r u the 1 who was holding the key to my locked heart..?? r u the 1 who could do wat all the gerlz who were after mi could not do..?? i hope u r cause i really need someone rite now really bad... cause im losing myself soon n juz break down n never find the strength to pull myself up of fixed myself back to 1... if u feel the same wae 2wardz mi too... im alwaes gonna welcome u wit my armz wide open so u would no im really serious about u... juz felt free when i hear ur voice juz 4 a sec n itz betta when u were rite infront of mi coz ur smile n beauty juz made my heart beat skip... juz not hearing ur voice n seeing u 4 1 dae is like im missing u alreadi... guess ur the 1...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i noe u alwaes sae ur here 4 mi bro aka mummy... n i can alwaes juz buzz u if i need help or anithing n imgrateful 4 tat and but worry i will be fine n if i really need help or anithing i will so ask u alrite..?? hopr ur reading tis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anto aka hotsuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bleedintearsnsorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i ever fall again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im gonna leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tis part behind....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heee..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322803715614142971-2802476165971309022?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2802476165971309022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=2802476165971309022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/2802476165971309022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/2802476165971309022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-dae.html' title='national dae..'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-602359498944298369</id><published>2007-08-06T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T01:01:27.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the RETURN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaz i 4got my past word to get into here coz itz been like wat.. 7 mthz i nvr blog..?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kz i woke up early tis morning juz to c if my piglet got to school n yes after 5 long daes of her own holidae she did n she sae she was late 4 her test.. doinkz..!!!! dn my mum woke up n ask mi y m i nt changed yet coz i 4got i had to bring her 4 check up... when she came out fm the room.. i tot she was onli suffering fm low blood but tis time round.. she has heart failer..!!! o.m.g...!!! n the doctor sae she cnt worry too much or it wud get worse..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hw in the blue hell m i gonna tel her abt my own sickness coz it was getting bad to worse nw n i was juz about to tel her abt it but guess i juz hav to keep it fm her till as long as antonio is still around...haix.. sum1 once told mi..alwaes tink positive anto.. im trying but itz too hard 4 mi nw bro.. hope sum1 cn b there 4 mi ryt nw... but i dun wanna trouble ani1 coz every1 has their own problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;last nite.. i had a kol from nigga shit n not onli was he on the fone but c-zar was on the fone too... n as i expected.. there was 1 more problem to face.. n nw it was about the money which nigga shit pass to han n han sae he pass all the money to mi.. W.T.F...!!!!! y m i in every pic. of hype's problem nw..?!!!!!! wat did i do huh..?!! first every1 hate mi coz the tink i got new frenz dn wanna m.i.a.. dn han tinkz i n hid r 2gether.. btw bro if ur reading tis.. hid got betta taste la im nt even near her standed...i wanna put our friendship on fire but nah juz kidding.. dn tot vin vin was some1 who cn understand mi but guess i was rong coz after wat nigga sae.. even c-zar hu is partner wit vin vin dun trust him... there is onli 1 thing tat showz.. D.T.A..!!! nw.. y must han put mi in the pic. n sae im holding all the money when i dun even noe anithing...!!! r u stabbing mi in the back or wat man..?!! itz like ur being a 2 faced mother fucker to mi nw...!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;as 4 iszy.. so wat if i send hid home or nt.. it does nt disturb u or ur family ape... so y u wanna tok to mi till like tat sae... hate mi if u wan coz i dun come bagging 4 ur frenship so y i wanna care...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;as 4 vin vin .. sorry abg if my mind set as change 2wardz u coz watz happening nw to HYPE made mi tink tis wae... till the air is cleared dn im sure i wud b back on track wit HYPE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;as 4 yan .. dunno u tat well yet bro but ur giving mi a very bad impact on u coz ppl judge wat they c n watz happening nw to u is like very hard to b lif man.. hope ur true to pplz frenship coz trust dun come tat easily.. u got to earn it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;nigga shit.. hmm.. wonder hw a 6 years plus frenship cn turn out tis wae nw... mayb coz i hav been too patient n let u treat mi like ur bank n like a fool too sumtimes but guess wat... i hav finally had enough man... itz time 4 u to juz wake up n get a life of ur own.. u sae u wanna change or isit like wat.. ur changing but to mi ur juz the same old syed nezar i knew 6 yrz ago man... u wanna noe when we r gonna b back to normal..? the dae u hav changed infront of tis 2 eyes of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;n nt 4getting han.. hahaz... sista.. guess i finally seen ur true colourz n it makez mi sick man... i feel like vomitting ryt nw... first.. u had a nice n beautiful gf but u juz treat her like trash... itz like onli at club shez ur gf.. dn never look after her or was there when she nidz sum1.. W.T.F..!! tis is so pathetic man.. n u go shooting at her about she telling c-zar abt ur nt her bf.. if i was her i wud do the same.. tank god ur nt her bf animore coz ur juz making her suffer more.. she deserve a much betta guy dn a 'guy' like u... n guess ur a 2 faced mother fucker huh..? oppz... i love plaeing tis game 2... try mi...hahaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;im in a dilemma nw too coz iszy n the gang of HYPE eastside boiz told mi tat dun b like nigga shit got new frenz dn M.I.A but i like being wit my new family too... they r fun to hang out wit n they make mi feel like im part of them... at the same time.. i dun wanna make the eastside boiz tink tat i hav 4gotten them coz they r the once who gav mi all the fun n feel of going clubbing n a new life... im realli grateful 4 tat but the wae thingz r turning out in HPYE nw is making mi more confused n lost n i juz dunno the wae out from tis mass i hav created... hope i cn find the light to tis dark path im walking nw.. i dunno wanna stay like tis 4 long coz i mite lose both parties at the same time if i dun decide fast... haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;last of all... mi holding on to the memories of my ex is so hating mi inside out tatz y i hav left tat part alreadi...!!! she is treating mi like a trash too nw n when she wanz sumthing she msg mi if nt i guess i dun even exist in her life.. i feel so unapreciated man... W.T.H..!!! thx eh... im nt gonna entertain all ur bullshit animore my dear.. enough is enough... u tink u onli got feelingz..? hey.. i hav feelingz too ok.. onli itz tat i cry in silence at nite coz i dun wan u to noe im hurt... juz hope u wud find a guy who is betta dn mi n who cn giv u more dn wat i gav...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;n my piglet.. juz wanna sae tis coz u hang up the fone last nite b4 i cud sae tis... i noe alot of guyz r after u n itz gud n bad tat u reject them but juz a sae to make u figure it out... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" u alwaes leave the once tat love u n love the once tat leave u.."...&lt;/span&gt; tc my piglet... dun b scared to let ur feelings go coz if u hold it back. ur the 1 whoz gonna get hut or suffer in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anto aka hotsuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bleedintearsnsorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322803715614142971-602359498944298369?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/602359498944298369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=602359498944298369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/602359498944298369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/602359498944298369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/return.html' title='the RETURN'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-3253172959724451093</id><published>2007-01-30T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:41:16.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my past daes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/Rb91AoNiMgI/AAAAAAAAABc/FxpojTqSSIs/s1600-h/mi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025864362823397890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/Rb91AoNiMgI/AAAAAAAAABc/FxpojTqSSIs/s200/mi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kz i hav not been blogging for the past 3 daes coz i was busy n yesterdae when i was juz gonna finish blogging my com crashed.... so now im gonna sae wat had been on my mind for the past 3 daez... first.. the performance at rivervile plaza was so bad... we did not perform well... the stage was small.. n i did not do well like the others coz it was my first time n i did not have the energy like the rest.... dn we went town jln2 but i tried to fit into each group coz they walk as in small groupz but i feel i did not fit in ani so itz betta off i walk alone... the next dae... aisha n raudah had a performance at down town east in the morning so they decided to go town coz they did not noe wer to go so they called mi along too... dn after we ate n walked alil.. soon they were tired so we headed home coz fadz said she was heading town too wit zal neya n fyk... but they went to esplanade so we decided to take a bus 65 back to tampines n they can slp along the wae back too... dn we went tm jln2 for awhile dn while we were crossing the road guess hu we saw..?? shaz n erni...!!! wth... dn we headed hm...kz... yesterdae i was so pissed off... i thought there was dance prac. but fadz told mi when i was online wit her that there wasn't ani dance prac. but izhan msg her n said they all gonna chill at the block we alwaes sit... as i finished school earli.... i went home to slp but as i was slpin... iffa msg mi n asked mi to pass her the jacket izhan lend mi tat dae so i asked her wer to mit n she sae at the cc... dn i ask her thought 2dae no dance prac. n she sae yup nope but they all chilling at the cc.. dn i sae but no1 kolled or msg mi to tel mi about tat n she sae she aso but she juz come down... so i sae i feel im not invited n i hav got shame... i dun feel like coming down but fadz asked mi to mit her first at small mac at 645 coz she was waitting for neya n we wanted to tok about something... after we met up neya came n send her fren to the interchange n ask fadz n mi to wait for her at the pavilian n as we were waitting for her... ayun n iffa walked passed us... wat a surprise huh..? dn they ask us to wait for them as they wanted to go drew sum money... dn we walked to cc 2gether... dn when we reached cc... we would shake handz hugz or kiss n i juz did the same for the rest but as it came to izhan... thingz won't the same it was juz cheek to cheek... hey werz the kiss on the lipz huh..?!! haix juz forget about it... dn we headed to tele park like we alwaes did after our dance prac. n sit n chit chat... dn i went home wit fadz n the same izhan did not kiss mi on the lipz again.. wat the hell... do u hav something to sae to mi...? dn todae i aso finished school early n while i was in class... fadly msg mi n ask wat time i mitting the rest n i was like no1 told mi todae u all mitting up... so i kolled fadz while i was otw home n she sae she was otw to mit the rest alreadi n she ask if im coming so i went home to change n went to mit her at small mac... dn went to mit the rest at the block n headed to cc after tat... dn we cilled there till around 930 dn headed to tele park... dn sat while dn went home... same like yesterdae.. izhan did not kiss mi on the lipz again... heres wat i think about each of u now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;neya :&lt;/span&gt; hmm...since the first time i met u... we have been getting closer n closer as each dae passes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fadz :&lt;/span&gt; shez alwaes been there for mi coz we once went through the same problem n she did understand mi inside out.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tankz gal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fadly :&lt;/span&gt; hmmm... i feel tat he the type who would still be there if i nid some1 n i realli appiciate it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tankz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;iffa :&lt;/span&gt; guess thingz hav not been the same like before for us alreadi huh..? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;miz those daes...&lt;/span&gt; guess i was rite all a long when i said u were in a world of ur own... i understand u dun wanna hear ani more gossipz or watever shit n thatz y u dun wanna get close to ani1 now but the wae i see it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thatz not the wae itz going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ayun :&lt;/span&gt; hey.. remember u sae last time we r the yankees..? u would alwaes be there for mi..?? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wer r u now huh..??!!&lt;/span&gt; since u hav fyk i feel ur not the same animore towardz mi.. u dun joke or tok wit mi like we used to do n may i noe y huh..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;afzal :&lt;/span&gt; guess u have changed alot now towards mi... i feel that when u r wit ur brothers or ur classmates...&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; u dunno huz antonio... n when u have no1.. u come n find mi... is that the wae u treat mi..??&lt;/span&gt; i dun mind coz im so sad now... n btw... dun worri coz i wun steal fadz from you... i hav some1 else in my life... fadz juz sum1 hu noez mi very well n im the same... n i cn see that whenever fadz is wit mi.. ur face very black n i dunno y u wud toke nasty to mi.. but i guess i noe y now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;izhan :&lt;/span&gt; hmmm... wat can i sae about u huh coz i dunno wer to start... kz... seriousli ur sum1 i realli like getting to noe wit n i tot we could last the wae we r for as long as we noe each other but guess thingz happen for a reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; guess u hav judged mi so rongli.... u said that i hav iffa fadz aisha barbara n raudah.... wer do u stand...? seriousli nth hav changed coz u have alwaes been sum1 special in my heart n it hurtz mi to see u being this wae towardz mi now.... i shell tel u y ur so rong... for iffa.. shez in the world of her own n shez so diff. towardz mi now... as for fadz.. she has afzal n shes juz sum1 close hu noes mi inside out.... as for aisha.... shez juz a fren hu nidz sum1 whenever shez alone n im so happen to be there for her alwaes.... as for barbara... im so confused about her now coz im juz forceing myself to love n care for her n i wish tis could stop soon... n as for raudah... she is some1 hu yup i do love but i juz feel that i would be hurt by her once again.... watever it is... ur alwaes in my heart dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;juz wanna ask this... y do i feel that im not fitted in the group now... u guyz dun tok or joke wit mi like last time... the onli once hu tok to mi is fadz neya n fadly... wat did i do to deserve to be treated this wae now..?? y dun i juz leave u guyz alone coz weather im around or not itz like no diff. so thatz it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;peace out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322803715614142971-3253172959724451093?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3253172959724451093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=3253172959724451093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/3253172959724451093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/3253172959724451093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-past-daes.html' title='my past daes'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/Rb91AoNiMgI/AAAAAAAAABc/FxpojTqSSIs/s72-c/mi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-7945475175929383710</id><published>2007-01-25T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:25:19.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbjnnINiMfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_Ox8pK-IEUE/s1600-h/e+chosen+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024020043736953330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbjnnINiMfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_Ox8pK-IEUE/s200/e+chosen+1.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;alryt... i was so late for school 2dae n as i was juz about to leave the house for school myt parentz came home n my dad ask do i hav school 2dae n wat time school startz n after i told him the time... he scolded mi n sae i wan to school or dun wan... if dun wan go work betta.... dn i rush to the bus stop to take bus to the interchange dn take 31 to school.... as i reached school... aisha called mi n ask mi to mit her at cafe 1 n when i was juz about to go into cafe 1.. i saw her walking infront of mi so i juz followed her from behind... dn after awhile dn she realize i was behind her... wat a slow girl.... so it was lunch... the cafe would alwaes be pack so i did not sit wit aisha n her frenz coz there wasn't any space for mi so i saw my class matez n went to sit wit them as they were having lunch too.... dn atfer we ate.. we went out of school to smoke n dn went to class after take... s the weather was very cold because it was raining... my fren can of the fan summore n he sae letz all be ice man.... crazy.... dn we went for tea break before going for our next class.... after that we went to computer class to do some online test n i got 100%...!!! wow...!!! is that good or wat...?? k2 stop it vierra antonio emmanuel.... dn after i did my test i could go home n juz in time fadz called n ask were i wanted to mit her cause zal n fyk was wit her... dn i told her to mit mi at interchange... as i was walking to the bus stop to take 31... the bus was full so i had to wait for the next bus n it took a very long time to come... when it came... fadz called again n i told her i was in the bus otw alreadi.... when i reached interchange... i met them n noor n abg was there too...dn we walked to blk 148 coz ayun n izhan said thet were there.... as we were walking to the place... noor went to the mama shop to buy rokok... n guess wat...?? the mama man sae he cnt buy coz his birthdae haven pass... wat rubbish.... dn noor angry gilaR... wakaka... dn we met ayun n izhan smoke first dn went to the cc.... but i decided to go home first to get some money to eat n i only got $1.40 from my dad.... how sad is this... dn i went to mit raudah coz she aso was going to the cc for dance prac. n as usual... i waited for her at her bus stop n she was late again like she alwae does... dun she pity mi..?? k laz... she came down n we walked the the cc.... as we reached... every1 was ther alreadi... her crew n mine... RFS N D'PHAT at the same ground... cool huh..?? dn we started our own dance prac. n i tink i hurt my knee again...!!! k dn we pack up coz the aunty wantwd to close the cc alreadi n we made our wae down.... we dn shake huever was going a different wae from us n raudah finally gave mi wat she promised for a afew weeks alreadi.... a hug n a kiss....!!! n i felt that she gave it to mi wit lotz of love n care... how swit...!!! im so touched sae.... coz it was from the girl hu is the love of my life... i juz felt comfort in her arms n her kiss made my dae coz i alwaes dreamt since the dae we broke up that... sum dae... i could juz hav 1 last kiss from her.... n i juz did 2dae.... i see my happiness in her... but when cn i get that...?? i realli dunno... dn went tele park lepak like we alwaes do... dn around 1030 i went home fadz.... thatz wat happen to mi for 2dae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ the blood i bleed is the tears i cried]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;k im very happi 2dae coz wat i pray not to happen was now all over... its my deepest secret... maybe some of u all know about it but if u dun... dn come n ask mi watz it.... n i feel like breaking up wit my girlfren sooner n sooner as daes pass by n each dae goes by... im loving raudah more....!!! wat cn i do... i cannot lie to my heart or myself animore... this is wat my heart wants it to go.... n therez nth i cn do about it... thatz all for nw...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;peace out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322803715614142971-7945475175929383710?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7945475175929383710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=7945475175929383710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/7945475175929383710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/7945475175929383710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/01/alryt.html' title=''/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbjnnINiMfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_Ox8pK-IEUE/s72-c/e+chosen+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-5322719650779008331</id><published>2007-01-24T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:44:15.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbeZt4NiMeI/AAAAAAAAABE/Qyuu6Ry8t7E/s1600-h/antoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023652922817393122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="95" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbeZt4NiMeI/AAAAAAAAABE/Qyuu6Ry8t7E/s200/antoss.jpg" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yeah...!!&lt;/span&gt; im ealrly for school 2dae but i was so angry coz my frenz ask mi to mit up wit them at the interchange so we could go school 2gether but when i reached the interchange... i saw the bus 31 goin off n they were in that bus...&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;they left mi behind...!!! wtf...!!!&lt;/span&gt; this type of frenz aso hav but im okie wit them when i reached school... juz fucked them up alil only dn we joke again like alwaes... i did sum class test on the computer... went for lunch... dn went to class again coz there was another test....&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;n guess wat...?!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i went to school till it ended 2dae for the first time in 2007...!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;great rite...?!! hehe...&lt;/span&gt; dn i went to the cc for dance prac. after school.... fadz kolled n msg mi asking wat time i was cuming coz zal was there since 2 plus n fadz was otw so i went there straight n fadlee was there too... i ask zal where was fadz coz she was not there but her bag was there... n he said she was toking to sumone so i thought sumone who came down but as i was otw to the toilet... i saw her sitting at the third floor staircase toking on the fone n i knew it was her boifren coz she was toking on the fone very long n i knew shez gonna cry or feel very down soon... awhile later.. as zal n mi was going to the shop to buy mami monster izhan came n after we went up not long amir came n he sae fraze cuming todae n i was like okie..soon aisha called mi n i went down to pick her up.... n like i said... fadz called mi n i went down alone to seek to her n yup she was in tears n i was rite it was her boifren she was toking to juz now on the fone... dn i ask her wat happen n she told mi n itz like wat she told mi is wat im aso going through rite nw... itz like 99 % we r in the same situation.... dn she went up to take her diary n showed mi wat she wrote about her boifren yesterdae n a poem for him.... &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;n the swittest thing was... she aso wrote about mi after wat i said in my blog last nite... n she aso wrote for mi a poem....!!! how swit...!!! tankz gal.. heartz u.... i was lost for words juz now man... i did not know wat to sae coz i was so touched....&lt;/span&gt; k dn we went up coz they started dance prac. but the rest went interchange to send zal hm so fadz n mi went down to get ourself something to munch coz we were puite hungry... so i decided to go to the coffee shop to see wat we could get n we both decided to eat roti john... dn we went back up n the rest aso came up a minute later n we shared the food... after eating dn we started dance n prac. on our 27th formation n i screwed up alot... &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i forgot wer i had to stand in the middle of the song.... wakaka...&lt;/span&gt; kz dn after we prac. afew times we packed up n headed to tele pack... so mi n fadz continued our tok till we reached tele park coz iffah wanted to mit us there... miss that gal alotz man.... dn after ami n akid went to the 7/11... iffah asked us if we read fraze n shaz blog... n even amirz blog i tink...&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; but we like amir nw... his blanding into us now n thatz gud... we like him now alot....&lt;/span&gt; so his got nothing to do wit that... dn she ask us to go home n read wat both shaz n fraze sae n guess i onli read wat shaz wrote in her blog n nw im gonna sae wat i feel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WATZZUP...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kz... huz n watz ur point when u said the so called frenz r not the way they r now..? n huz the one who walked out on hu..?? we do understand ur situation but wat crap r u toking about now..?? of coz the new frenz r not the problem neither is the old fenz hu r the problem... we feel that ur the the one who is the problem.... n y do we nid to b ashamed of ourself when we had done anithing shameful..?? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n who the fuck u tink u r toking about ur the one who put us where we r now..??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dun act big fuck ar plz...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; witout u all this while... we r doin very well... guess betta dn b4...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;who lay eyes on u...?? u think u so damn fucking good..?!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tink again b4 u even sae a thing ar.... n fyi... who is walking off huh..?? it lookz like u man....&lt;/span&gt; n dun anihow sae we gossip about u coz ur not even around most of the time when we gathered 2gether n juz tok....&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; btw who r u calling back stabbers..?? if u dare to tok dn juz dare to sae the names ar like i did....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n guess ur the childish one coz u make a small matter n turn it into a big problem.... come on la... grow up plz... guess u juz cannot handle my jokes... people like u r juz so boring... get a life plz... hope some dae u can read this n try to answer my qustions... i still did not forget wat u said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; to mi....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;peace out...&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/2322803715614142971-5322719650779008331?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5322719650779008331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=5322719650779008331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/5322719650779008331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/5322719650779008331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbeZt4NiMeI/AAAAAAAAABE/Qyuu6Ry8t7E/s72-c/antoss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-3309706457582710211</id><published>2007-01-23T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T07:12:01.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FeeLinGZ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbZIu4NiMdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CwZIiSqxaXA/s1600-h/juz+carri+on+no+choices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023282404578701778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbZIu4NiMdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CwZIiSqxaXA/s320/juz+carri+on+no+choices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;okies....2dae...i got up on time... dn i went tam. interchange to mit up wit two of my class mates dn took a bus to school... they wre very kecho in the bus wit their lame tok n disturbing each other... dn we got to school on time but we were lock outside coz the door was lock... dn we went to the other side but it was lock too... waste our time onli... dn i called my teacher to open for us the door... n he did... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y WE DID NOT TINK OF IT EARLIER....&lt;/span&gt; k la dn we attent the anger menagement tok... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT WAS SO BORING...!!!&lt;/span&gt; k... my dae at school is so boring 2dae...dn i went to mit fadz n fadlee coz they were at tam. alreadi eating at cs so i met up wit them at the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MRT...&lt;/span&gt; we dn walked to the cc where we had dance prac. 2dae n abg n zal was there alreadi aso...dn izhan came n they was doin the formation for our this satdae performance...i went to the fifth floor to slp coz i was very tired n i realli had a deep slp coz the wind was so great... but i dn had to wake up from my wonderful nap coz i had to prac. for satdae performance...dn it rain n the cc tai che class came up to use the place we alwaes prac. so we had to go dome near sun plaza...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K LAZ LETZ TOK ABOUT MYSELF....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MYSELF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hmm... guess no one could see my problemz or watz bothering mi to huh..not even fadz i guess coz so poor switty she is sick 2dae... her face cn see... k guys... after wat happen to fadz juz now made mi feel down n made mi wanna tink alot n about wat izhan said n neya...like neya said... juz dun tink too much about ur past coz it wud alwaes b there in ur memories... n u juz cannot hide from it coz how long r u gonna run awae from it..?&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ITZ FOR REAL... THIS IS LIFE..&lt;/span&gt; the onli wae is to juz face it n see the out come is... coz guess it would make u a someone hu had once experience about relationship break downs in the future... n as for wat izhan said... hmm... yup i juz wanna cry out loud n hard if it makez mi feel betta but it does not change anithing if i cried out loud n juz now i was juz holding back my tears coz i did not wan anithing of them to see im down... the one thing tat would make mi feel betta is cutting my hand... but itz a stupid thing to do as alot of people would sae n guess i hav found sumthing new tat could make mi feel betta... n that is juz to be alone by myself n mayb sitting wit someone who understandz mi n juz lay my head on their shoulder n juz tel them my story....n if u wanna noe the truth u guyz.. juz now when u guys ask mi if im okie n i said i was but i wasn't n i did not wan to tel u all coz i dun wan to trouble or worri u guyz.... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SERIOUSLY IM NOT OKIE....&lt;/span&gt; im juz scared wat fadz felt juz now is wat i guess my galfrenz gonna face soon if i were to break our relationship up...i feel tat im so in the rong... like im plaeing wit her feelingz but im nt... i juz dunno how to tel her n thatz y im still wit her... i juz dunno wat to do now... i hav no feelingz for her nw seriousli not even alil... n whenever she calls... i hav no mood to tok to her n even if i sae i miss or love her...itz juz wordz... it did not come from the bottom of my heart... sorri gal im feeling this wae to u... i juz tried so hard to love u alreadi but i cannot... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THATZ Y I LIKE BEING ALONE NOW...&lt;/span&gt;i would feel betta n my mind can tink clear... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;STILL SO LOST N CONFUSED...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAKE IN A POOL OF BLOOD...&lt;/span&gt; hope tmw wud b a betta dae.. coz everything went smoothli for mi 2dae till my galfren called n wat happen to fadz changed my dae... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IM HERE FOR U GAL... ANITIME N ANIWHERE... HEARTZ U...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322803715614142971-3309706457582710211?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3309706457582710211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=3309706457582710211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/3309706457582710211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/3309706457582710211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/01/okies.html' title='FeeLinGZ...'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbZIu4NiMdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CwZIiSqxaXA/s72-c/juz+carri+on+no+choices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-924796528467539800</id><published>2007-01-22T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:19:37.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of the wk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbTvpINiMcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VvyAdn50b78/s1600-h/abg+bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022902974282871234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbTvpINiMcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VvyAdn50b78/s320/abg+bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okie... i was late for school 2dae...!!! im in deep shit man... i jump fm my bad n took a quick shower... like malay sae &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MANDI COWBOI&lt;/span&gt;...hehe... dn when i reached the bus stop... i was smoking so i walk behind n guess hu i saw..?!! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MY BIGGEST COMPATITOR IN SECONDARY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SCHOOL...!!! ALI...!!!&lt;/span&gt; he alwaes like raudah n wanted her but in the end he did not win her heart n i did...!!! dn we tok awhile n i miss afew of my bus n im so the late cn smoke n cheat chat wit him summore... dn when i rached school.. i went to class n my fren said my hair was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NICE&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HE WAS JEALOUS...!!!&lt;/span&gt; so he ask mi to follow him cut his hair after school... dn we went for tea break n i went out to smoke wit my fren dn i saw aisha's crew mate n she smiled at mi... so frenli.. n i smiled back.. aisha sae she is a flirt but to mi shez not... dn went back class to hear my teacher's boring tok dn headed hm but my fren ask mi to follow him cut hair so i did at afgan...after he cut his hair... i look at my handfone n it was time to haed to the cc for my dance prac. n our performance is this satdae n im so not prepared yet...!!! as i walk to the bus stop juz in time the bus came.... i did not noe y but my mood swing realli bad.... when i got up the bus.. the first person i saw was amir.... i sat wit him but we did not tok much till we came down coz we toking about soccer...!! wakaka....dn we met the others at cc roof top but as my mood was bad... i was not smiling at all...thought my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;D'PHAT&lt;/span&gt; family could put a smile on my face but they could not...i wonder y...dn i took my note book to the 5th floor n juz sat n wrote wat was on my mind n watz the probz i tink i facing or feeling... dn fadlee aso came up but he juz walked pass mi smiled n went sum other place... as i was lying down dn iffa came n sat beside mi... her face n tok juz put a smile on my face...!!! thx darl... dn we tok n joke around like we alwaes do when fadz came n join us.... she told mi sumthing that made my dae 2...!!! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHE SAE SHE WAS LOOKING FOR MI WHEN I WAS MISSING FROM HER SIGHT..DN SHE ASK IZHAN N LOOK DOWNSTAIRS BUT SHE COULD NOT FIND MI DN SHE CAME UP N WAS HAPPI TO SEE MI...!!!! HOW SWIT N CARING...!!! HEARTZ U GAL...!!!&lt;/span&gt; dn we went down to join the rest n soon neya came... dn aisha came aso juz to chill wit us...soon we started our prac. n it was so tiring....dn as we were prac. for the last time... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FRAZE N SHAZ&lt;/span&gt; came...!!! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THOUGHT SUMONE SAE HE NOT CUMING DOWN ANI MORE..??!! WAN STEP MISSING IN ACTION....!!! WORLD AR..!!!&lt;/span&gt; dn as for&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; SHAZ...&lt;/span&gt; i did not shake her hand or look or even tok to her but y must she tok about mi..??!! summore itz like very sarcestic...she sae &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A.. ANTO ASO PERFORMING..?? DOES THAT BOTHER OR EVEN GOT TO DO WIT U...??!! JUS SHUT UR MOUTH LAZ...!!! as u said in ur blog I WAS PUTTING WORDS IN UR MOUTH... DID I..?? GO CHECK UR EARS B4 U ANI HOW SAE LAZ OR FIND OUT THE REAL TRUTH FIRST... I WAS SAEING FRAZE NOT U LAZ....!!! THATZ Y IM NOT GONNA APOLOGISE TO U....&lt;/span&gt; dn we pack n headed to tele park n as we were walking.. fadlee took mi that shaz ask aisha y aisha came down n how she noe we dance there... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HU THE BIG FUCK SHE TINKZ SHE IS TO QUSTION OR ASK AISHA THAT HUH..??!!&lt;/span&gt; go stay hm n look after ur baby sista laz... hope she grow up n not become &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 FACED LIKE U...!!!&lt;/span&gt; btw fadz fadlee n mi toked about amir otw to tele park n itz great that we cn c amir has changed n we like him nw...atleast he made the effert to change n c his mistakez.... im so happy for u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BRO...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MY FEELINGZ INSIDE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y M I&lt;/span&gt; feeling this wae..?!! hope sumone could &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt; or juz tel mi y m i feeling so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LOST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N CONFUSED...!!!&lt;/span&gt; im trying to recall where i went rong... isit about my life or relationship...? guess itz about relationphip...how m i gonna tel her we should not go on wit this relationship animore...?? i m sure it would break her heart really bad... n i do not wan to see her getting hurt... haix... wat should i do..?? i m so confuse now...!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CN SUMONE JUZ SHOOT MI IN THE HEAD OR JUZ STAB MI IN THE BACK..??!! A SILENT BUT SLOW DEATH...&lt;/span&gt; i m gonna break down soon... as each dae passes.. im feeling weaker n weaker...&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IM SERIOUS.. IM GONNA CUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MYSELF REALLI DEEP...&lt;/span&gt; juz wait n see wat happenz...sorri u guyz.. whoever which did not let mi cut myself or do not want to tok to mi if ever they found out i cut my hand again...but seriousli it makes mi feel betta...n hope u all cn accapt the person i m... if u r my real true fren... coz u juz dunno how im feeling...&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/2322803715614142971-924796528467539800?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/924796528467539800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=924796528467539800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/924796528467539800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/924796528467539800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/01/start-of-wk.html' title='start of the wk'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbTvpINiMcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VvyAdn50b78/s72-c/abg+bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-5489538163486470385</id><published>2007-01-21T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T05:28:22.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my daez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbNqZoNiMbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4pHxUokm0n0/s1600-h/02-09-06_1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022474997971694002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbNqZoNiMbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4pHxUokm0n0/s320/02-09-06_1453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2dae.. i guess i woke up fm the right side of my bed coz everything was going smoothly for mi...!!! i was chatting wit fadz till noon dn i had a kol from my fren saeing i had to come down to bedok for my art thing...fadz was wokin 2dae so i could not ask her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n my plan was to go swimming 2dae.. n guess wat..?? amir n fraze of all people wanted to go wit mi... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUCK OFF FAGGOTZ...!!!&lt;/span&gt; dn i took a bath changed n headed to bedok... it was so boring so i decided to go n buy cigarettes n while i was looking at wat brand to buy... the uncle asked mi for my i.c n said no use looking if im not 18 yet... dn when he saw my i.c.. he said he wanted to kiss my handz... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SO LAME....!!!&lt;/span&gt; kiss my ass betta..wakaka... dn i headed hm but it was a long ride coz i took 28 n i drop at my secondary school so i smoke my wae hm... when reached hm.. i sat wit my brother n chat awhile dn wrote my yesterdaes blog dn on msn n guess hu was online..?? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THE LOVE OF MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LIFE...!!!&lt;/span&gt; we chat n i ask her about her nick n she she it was about mi...!!! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STILL HEARTZ MI...!!!&lt;/span&gt; she made my dae man... dn i ask her if i were to get back wit her would she accapt mi n....&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; SHE SAID YES...!! OMG WAS MY EYES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PLAEING TRICKZ ON MI..??!!!&lt;/span&gt; but im so confuse too right nw coz i feel that im forcing myself to love my girlfriend n care for her n she aso feel the same wae too... the girl i realli love is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAUDAH&lt;/span&gt; nw..!!! juz wish she could find sumone hu would love n care for her... i jus feel bad coz i cannot love her the wae she love me... juz wish she did not ever mit mi b4 in her life...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; LOVE IS A GAME NO ONE WOULD UNDERSTAND COZ ITS SO MYSTERIOUS... COZ AT THE END OF IT ALL.. SUMONES GONNA GET HURT REALLI BAD...&lt;/span&gt;guess shez the one huz gonna face that...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; U WIN U CRY U LOSE U ASO CRY...HAIX... THIS IS LIFE ALWAES UPZ N DOWNZ...&lt;/span&gt; juz wish i cn turn back time n redo my mistakes... but mistakes r mean to b made but not regreted over.... i juz wish this would get clear n everything would end soon coz im gonna break down soon...!!! wish i was single now too so i would not be in this state... there is sumone hu noez hw i feel coz she is going though the same problem nw... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BTW IM MISSING THOSE HU I HEARTZ NW...!!! WISH I COULD JUZ HUG U ALL NW...!! BUT NVM MITTING U ALL 2MORROW SO IM GONNA HUG N KISS U ALL EXTRA TIGHT..!!!&lt;/span&gt; btw i saw izhan n iffa on tv... the rest i act i did not see... wakaka ^0^ if u noe hu im toking about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322803715614142971-5489538163486470385?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5489538163486470385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=5489538163486470385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/5489538163486470385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/5489538163486470385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-daez.html' title='my daez'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbNqZoNiMbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4pHxUokm0n0/s72-c/02-09-06_1453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322803715614142971.post-4596307564651356870</id><published>2007-01-21T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T02:19:57.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSELF yesterdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbM-GoNiMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e-RQE8AqOwg/s1600-h/hot+stuff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022426293042557330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbM-GoNiMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e-RQE8AqOwg/s320/hot+stuff.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2dae...my plan was to go swimming wit my loving family &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D'PHAT...!!!&lt;/span&gt;but i met up wit raudah first coz we plan to mit at 12...i waited under her blk but she came down at 1225...we walk to the interchange coz we had to mit fadz at 1230...but we reached at 1245 and juz in time fadz aso reached...so we decided to go jogging at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAM&lt;/span&gt; stadiam so we walked there..we sat down awhile coz it was raining but it son stopped and we jogged for 6 rounds but i jogged for 7..soon aisha came..we rest and dance...we waited 4 ayun coz he sae his mitting us at 2.30 but we waited till 3 but he still did not come so we went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CS&lt;/span&gt; to eat coz aisha was hungry... dn i found out &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRAZE&lt;/span&gt; was coming...that made my mood swing..dn i kolled ayun again and his sista picked up and said he was in the toilet but i heard his voice behind..that made mi more pissed off...i ate witout my mood.. dn the rest came and it started 2 rain again..dn i heard they did not want 2 go swimming but go hougang coz the B'boiz were there... that made my mood swing fm East to West...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GILAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BABI SIAK&lt;/span&gt;...!!!!!dn we set off..i still wanted to go swimming so i walked off and i did not know y i cried.. Raudah saw the tears in my sorrowed eyes...dn aisha aso followed mi..dn i walked to the swimming pool..but i wanted to b alone juz to cry and cut myself..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE BLOOD I BLEED IS THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEARS I CRIED&lt;/span&gt; but Raudah n aisha was with mi and they did not let mi swim coz it was raining...dn fadz kolled mi and ask mi to mit her at tam. MRT...after tat we walk to the interchange dn Raudah n aisha went hm..dn fadz n mi went 2 mit the rest coz they were waiting for amir and the first person i saw was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRAZE&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 FACED&lt;/span&gt; guy...dn amir came after an hour..we took bus 72 to hougang to mit the B'boiz..we took the bus round n round till we reached the place...we dance alil dn lepak...amir saw my back hair was plitted and he wanted to do the same..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;..get a life &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLZ...!!!&lt;/span&gt;dn fraze kip on asking mi..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R U OK..?R U OK..?&lt;/span&gt;irritating &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIAK..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP it la PLZ..!!!CN U JUS SHUT UR FUCKIN MOUTH U 2 FACE MOTHER FUCKER...!!! I HATE PPL HU R 2 FACED...!!!burn in HELL u FAGGOTZ..!!! U DUN DESERVE 2 B PART OF MY LIFE..&lt;/span&gt;.dn we pack up and walked to hougang interchange where we split up n went hm our own waes..dn otw hm..Izhan msg mi n told mi abt fraze &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADMITTING&lt;/span&gt; that he told amir &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYTHING..&lt;/span&gt; i was not surprise to hear that..i should have known fm the start that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOTH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GF N BF R 2 FACED..!!!&lt;/span&gt;i thought fraze was a nice guy y he still wit a GF like SHAZ but guess they r still 2gether coz they both r the same...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 FACE..!!! &lt;/span&gt;btw i m so not gonna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APOLOGISE&lt;/span&gt; to shaz coz she should know the real &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANTONIO...&lt;/span&gt; his jokes r alwaes so straight4ward..if u cnt handle it... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DN JUZ FUCK OFF..!!!&lt;/span&gt; n 2dae...my GF was being very sarcestic againand she is pissing mi off...im tryin to b mr &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NICE&lt;/span&gt; guy but she is juz climbing on my head...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENOUGH..!!!IM GONNA STOP ALL TIS SOON..!!!&lt;/span&gt; sumthing that pissed mi off alot too is my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MENTOR&lt;/span&gt; for my art fund raising project..i could not make it 2 mit her 2dae coz i was busy n she expected mi 2 raise &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100 BUCKS BY TONITE...WHO THE FUCK CN DO THAT MAN..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT..?!!SELL JUBO..?!!&lt;/span&gt;come on arh..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;USE HER BRAINS..!!!&lt;/span&gt; dn when i otw hm..she msg mi and tok in a very sarcestic wae..WTF SIAK..!!! like she onli got life n feelingz i dun hav like that...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLZ LA..HAVE A THOUGHT ABT OTHERPPL FEELINGS TOO..I M STARTING 2 HATE HER NW..!!!&lt;/span&gt; i guess 2dae was the worse dae i had in 2007..!!!and when i got hm..i got a scolding fm my mum for getting a letter fm sch saeing that i had nt been going sch for 4 daez...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CN MY DAE GET ANI BETTA..?!!!&lt;/span&gt; lets c wats ahead for mi 2morrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20.01.2007&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/2322803715614142971-4596307564651356870?l=bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4596307564651356870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2322803715614142971&amp;postID=4596307564651356870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/4596307564651356870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322803715614142971/posts/default/4596307564651356870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedintearsnsorrow.blogspot.com/2007/01/myself-yesterdae.html' title='MYSELF yesterdae'/><author><name>BRokEN iNsIdE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17445266617002184723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/SC8cyuAVVVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SffIKMIJKno/S220/Copy+(2)+of+18-10-06_1747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3XryD6qgYKo/RbM-GoNiMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e-RQE8AqOwg/s72-c/hot+stuff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
