<?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-4942040056702955873</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:39:00.575+08:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='Cocktails'/><category term='Hard feeling'/><category term='love'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Whatever Lah...</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything that i feel i wanna share, i will drop down.. do enjoy ya...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-1908839439217819884</id><published>2010-12-27T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T04:41:39.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its haunting me Again</title><content type='html'>I hate this feeling. This feeling was the scariest and it could make you depressed and heartbeats faster than ever.&lt;br /&gt;When i called him, there's no answer, when messaging, no reply, and I found out he was not at home nut somewhere else... til morning comes... Can you guess what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly sleep, hardly breath, worried, trembling, speechless ...blank!&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time, as it recall me from an ex-boyfriend. My ex did the same to me last time and he told me tat my ex is not a good guy and a bastard, and he treating me really nice as he claimed himself would never do those kind of foolish behaviour. When time past, things are going different and what i notice was, MOSTLY all guys is the same! &lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda disappointed and those behaviour really killing me and almost reaches the gate of the other world. Well, what i can say is, this moment, a minutes seems like an hour for me. Why i cant just sleep and the next day i wake and new beginning is waiting for me but why is there a weird feeling disturbing me from my beautiful life given by my lovely parents.&lt;br /&gt;I should not suffered myself because of those so called gentleman but indeed, he's a bastard too.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that was my last lesson and if the same thing happens to me in the future, i will quit from the game of love and surrender by claiming myself as loser of the love battlefield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-1908839439217819884?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/1908839439217819884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-haunting-me-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1908839439217819884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1908839439217819884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-haunting-me-again.html' title='Its haunting me Again'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-3617524725754361299</id><published>2010-12-25T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T04:34:25.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>Sad, cry, hurt, break, sorrow, struggle, stress, poor, die, disappointed, fear .. all these craps words cant just vanish from my life?&lt;br /&gt;Why everytime my happiness must follow by sadness and tears?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple lil human who only wish for simple, peaceful and harmony life. Never harm any one b4, quite helpful and loves to give a hand on those who needs , was that a sin?&lt;br /&gt;I have lovely grandparents and loving parents. We all loves to help others and same, their heart was very kind and never harm anyone. Why those bad things kept attacking them? I'm willing to take all their sickness and suffer alone rather than watching them struggling like this.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i hold my grandmother's hand and i can feel she is very skinny compared to last time, her leg was weak to walk but she pretended to be strong. my tears dropping but i cant let them c it cuz they will hurt to c me sad. i hope she can overcome her sickness and also same to my grandfather who cares for every member in the family.I'm now suddenly blank. Will continue this in some other time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-3617524725754361299?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/3617524725754361299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2010/12/heartache-heartless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/3617524725754361299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/3617524725754361299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2010/12/heartache-heartless.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-8349355822619936301</id><published>2009-09-14T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T01:27:29.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Time</title><content type='html'>At last we went to watch movie in the cinema today.. but that movie makes me damn headache n feeling like-vomit. Although suffered in the cinema, but the whole day was very sweet and full of love. I love my Hubby very much and hope everyday also can be this happy no matter where and whatever we do... Shopping, watching movie, eat all day long, walk around and take pics, what a healthy life compared to last time, almost everyday clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;what we enjoy now is enjoy the day,vacation,...lolz.&lt;br /&gt;Too happy till i have no idea on what else to continue today's topic..&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-8349355822619936301?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/8349355822619936301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8349355822619936301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8349355822619936301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-time.html' title='Happy Time'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-1130281397002298675</id><published>2009-09-05T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:44:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You - Celine Dion</title><content type='html'>I must be crazy now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I dream too much&lt;br /&gt;But when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I long to feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;Words that are old as time&lt;br /&gt;Words only you would hear&lt;br /&gt;If only you were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go back to the very first day I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Should've made my move when you looked in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause by now I know that you'd feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;And I'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, please say&lt;br /&gt;You love me too, these three words&lt;br /&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I finally find the courage deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Just to walk right up to your door&lt;br /&gt;But my body can't move when I finally get to it&lt;br /&gt;Just like a thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then without a word he handed me this letter&lt;br /&gt;Read I hope this finds the way into your heart, it said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, please say&lt;br /&gt;You love me too, these three words&lt;br /&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I, I need a little love yeah&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I, I need a little care&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I, maybe you, maybe you, maybe you&lt;br /&gt;Oh you need somebody just to hold you&lt;br /&gt;If you do, just reach out and I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, please say&lt;br /&gt;You love me too&lt;br /&gt;Please say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;These three words&lt;br /&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Please please&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;My baby&lt;br /&gt;Together, together, forever&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I will be your light&lt;br /&gt;Shining bright&lt;br /&gt;Shining through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;My baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-1130281397002298675?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/1130281397002298675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you-celine-dion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1130281397002298675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1130281397002298675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you-celine-dion.html' title='I Love You - Celine Dion'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-1754505305685540294</id><published>2009-09-01T02:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T01:35:34.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it My last one?? Hope it was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/27171_376363962975_505562975_3538968_4998603_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/27171_376363962975_505562975_3538968_4998603_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196118_376363952975_505562975_3538967_6867310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196118_376363952975_505562975_3538967_6867310_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/10317_135540367975_505562975_2443068_4103518_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/10317_135540367975_505562975_2443068_4103518_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/15870_164770752975_505562975_2670919_506414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/15870_164770752975_505562975_2670919_506414_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Spwb28l9xfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u4cxlUuaSew/s1600-h/Qalaty+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Spwb28l9xfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u4cxlUuaSew/s200/Qalaty+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376202685965780466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I've found my companion. This man really treat me nice n pampered me alot. I love him but nothing is perfect in this world. His negative thinking is really makes me sick and i hope he can be a healthy n positive thinker. I hope he can be same as me, happy go lucky whether with me or not with me in future. He is really a very kind, nice n gentlemen. I also hope that he can be my last man in my life. Since he came into my life, everything has changed. He painted my love and my life. my love really colourful since he came... thanks for that^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-1754505305685540294?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/1754505305685540294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-it-my-last-one-hope-it-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1754505305685540294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1754505305685540294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-it-my-last-one-hope-it-was.html' title='Was it My last one?? Hope it was...'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Spwb28l9xfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u4cxlUuaSew/s72-c/Qalaty+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-6980491957101480872</id><published>2009-07-08T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:46:09.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Take That Away</title><content type='html'>They can say anything they want to say&lt;br /&gt;Try to bring me down&lt;br /&gt;But I will not allow&lt;br /&gt;Anyone to succeed&lt;br /&gt;Hanging clouds over me&lt;br /&gt;And they can try hard to make me feel&lt;br /&gt;That I don't matter at all&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to fall&lt;br /&gt;Doing what I believe&lt;br /&gt;Or lose faith in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a light in me&lt;br /&gt;That shines brightly&lt;br /&gt;They can try&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take that away from me&lt;br /&gt;From me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, no ,no, no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;They.......Oh&lt;br /&gt;They, they can't do anything they want to you&lt;br /&gt;Lf you let them in&lt;br /&gt;But they won't ever win&lt;br /&gt;If you cling to your pride&lt;br /&gt;And just push them aside&lt;br /&gt;See&lt;br /&gt;I, i have learned there's an inner peace I own&lt;br /&gt;Something in my soul&lt;br /&gt;That they cannot possess&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;And  the darkness will fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there there's a light in me&lt;br /&gt;That shines brightly&lt;br /&gt;They can try&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take that away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No oh...&lt;br /&gt;They can't take this&lt;br /&gt;Precious love&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have inside me&lt;br /&gt;Certainly the Lord will guide me&lt;br /&gt;Where I need to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't say anything they want to say&lt;br /&gt;Try to bring me down&lt;br /&gt;But I won't face the ground&lt;br /&gt;I will rise steadily&lt;br /&gt;Sailing out of their reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;They do try hard to make me feel&lt;br /&gt;That I don't matter at all&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to fall&lt;br /&gt;Doing what I believe&lt;br /&gt;Or lose faith in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a light in me that shines brightly&lt;br /&gt;Hey... hey...&lt;br /&gt;They can try&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take that away from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-6980491957101480872?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/6980491957101480872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-take-that-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/6980491957101480872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/6980491957101480872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-take-that-away.html' title='Cant Take That Away'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-7083974616377017218</id><published>2009-07-08T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:40:31.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be With You</title><content type='html'>I know they wanna come and separate us&lt;br /&gt;but they can't do us nothin&lt;br /&gt;Your the one I want and Im a continue lovin&lt;br /&gt;Cause your considered wify and Im considered husband&lt;br /&gt;And Ima always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wǒ bùguǎn nǐ yòng rènhé yǎnguāng kàn wǒ [CHI]&lt;br /&gt;wǒ dōu búhuì xuǎnzé&lt;br /&gt;fàngqì&lt;br /&gt;wǒ yào jiānchí dàodǐ hūlüè nàxiē lěngyánlěngyǔ&lt;br /&gt;ài shì rúcǐ zhēnguì zhídé wǒmen bǐcǐ xiāngxìn&lt;br /&gt;liǎngkē xīn cái yuè kào yuè jìn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Why Im into you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;what its like to walk in our shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;méi rén huì dǒng shì wǒmen de mèng [CHI]&lt;br /&gt;dǒng zài duō kùnnan zhǐyào qiānshǒu jiù biàn de bùtóng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why we'll break through&lt;br /&gt;And I dont care what they say&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wǒ búzàihu zěnme zuò [CHI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Seems like every day that go by, things are gettin harder&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be the one that give you the whole enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know what my baby like, I lean you on that Prada&lt;br /&gt;You aint got to match with the shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wǒ zhīdào měiyícì de gōutōng jiù huì ràng wǒ ài nǐ gèngduō[CHI]&lt;br /&gt;gēn yícì de yōngbào wēnnuǎn ràng wǒ búzài&lt;br /&gt;ài shì zhēnshí de chùmō měihǎo huò xiāngtóng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keepin it always true&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Why Im into you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you'll never know what it's like to walk in our shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;méi rén huì dǒng shì wǒmen de mèng [CHI]&lt;br /&gt;dǒng zài duō kùnnan zhǐyào qiānshǒu jiù biàn de bùtóng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why we'll break through&lt;br /&gt;And I dont care what they say&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wǒ búzàihu zěnme zuò [CHI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are everything in my life, see the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;And aint no one I compare you to&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you will never&lt;br /&gt;walk away from me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;And thats why I plan to do the same thing for you&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap Wilber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be in my life with me&lt;br /&gt;You know you my queen B&lt;br /&gt;Show you the finer things in life and places you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Its trips to Miami, rockin Tenjunge NYC&lt;br /&gt;Party up at club Bling till 6 in da morning&lt;br /&gt;Dont want yo body figure sexually&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pop you figures annually, showing you security&lt;br /&gt;You dont gotta worry B&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction guaranteed&lt;br /&gt;You dont need another G&lt;br /&gt;You can have it all in me&lt;br /&gt;You like morphine ,you soothe me&lt;br /&gt;Through the pain and the struggles,&lt;br /&gt;it gets hot, you cool me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Yous a wifey quality qualified&lt;br /&gt;Warranty you certified&lt;br /&gt;You know how to get me high, hotter than a super ride&lt;br /&gt;You know when you want it, you need it you know I got it&lt;br /&gt;You know when you want me, you need you know I give it&lt;br /&gt;So whenever in doubt, you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, its you be under my wing&lt;br /&gt;Whenever youre down, you can put it on me&lt;br /&gt;And wherever you go, you be rocking my ring&lt;br /&gt;(Rap End)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont care what they say&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wǒ búzàihu zěnme zuò [CHI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;And I dont care what they say&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wǒ búzàihu zěnme zuò [CHI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-7401412871629355466</id><published>2009-07-08T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:34:09.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry On My Shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gen"&gt;If the hero never comes to you&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone you're feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;If you're away from love and you're alone&lt;br /&gt;If you call your friends and nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;You can run away but you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Through a storm and through a lonely night&lt;br /&gt;Then I show you there's destiny&lt;br /&gt;The best things in life&lt;br /&gt;They're free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone who cares for you&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling sad your heart gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1px;"&gt;Cry On My Shoulder lyrics on&lt;br /&gt;http://music.yeucahat.com/song/English/2361-Cry-On-My-Shoulder~Super-Stars.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your sky is grey oh let me know&lt;br /&gt;There's a place in heaven where we'll go&lt;br /&gt;If heaven is a million years away&lt;br /&gt;Oh just call me and I make your day&lt;br /&gt;When the nights are getting cold and blue&lt;br /&gt;When the days are getting hard for you&lt;br /&gt;I will always stay here by your side&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I'll never hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What real love can do&lt;br /&gt;What love can do&lt;br /&gt;What real love can do&lt;br /&gt;What love can do&lt;br /&gt;What real love can do&lt;br /&gt;What love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Shoulder'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-6671153277359501052</id><published>2009-07-08T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:30:13.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Flight Out</title><content type='html'>I'm so scared that you will see&lt;br /&gt;All the weakness inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared of letting go&lt;br /&gt;That the pain I've hid will show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to hear me speak&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid that if I start to&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[c h o r u s]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You belong in my life&lt;br /&gt;I love the hope&lt;br /&gt;I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For you I would fly&lt;br /&gt;At least I would try&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll take&lt;br /&gt;The last flight out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that&lt;br /&gt;You will leave&lt;br /&gt;As my secrets&lt;br /&gt;Have been revealed&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;Every breathing moment from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to hear me speak&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid that if I start to&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[c h o r u s]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hold back&lt;br /&gt;The truth no more&lt;br /&gt;I let you wait too long&lt;br /&gt;Although it's hard and scares me so&lt;br /&gt;A life without you scares me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[c h o r u s]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-1341582443242814880</id><published>2009-07-08T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:26:46.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?&lt;br /&gt;The words will never show, the you I've come to know.&lt;br /&gt;If a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am I to go?&lt;br /&gt;there's no one home but you, You're all that's left me too.&lt;br /&gt;And when, my love, for life is running dry,&lt;br /&gt;you come, and pour, yourself, on me.&lt;br /&gt;If a man could be two places at one time I'd be with you.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend the end with you, and when the world was through,&lt;br /&gt;Then one, by one, the stars would all go out&lt;br /&gt;and you, and I, would simply fly away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-1341582443242814880?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/1341582443242814880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1341582443242814880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1341582443242814880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-7309707040654999079</id><published>2009-07-08T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:21:37.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOEHJUctTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/83_4WwTvOco/s1600-h/Ziba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOEHJUctTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/83_4WwTvOco/s200/Ziba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355769640169289010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="capitalFont"&gt;There are times&lt;br /&gt;I swear I know you're here&lt;br /&gt;When I forget about my fears&lt;br /&gt;Feeling you my dear&lt;br /&gt;Watchin over me&lt;br /&gt;And my hope seeks&lt;br /&gt;What the future will bring&lt;br /&gt;When you wrap me in your wings&lt;br /&gt;And take me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you are&lt;br /&gt;Where you and I will breathe together&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;We'll be dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Just like we used to do&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be smilin back at me&lt;br /&gt;Only then will I be free&lt;br /&gt;When I can be&lt;br /&gt;Where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see your face&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss I still can taste&lt;br /&gt;Not a memory erased&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I see your star&lt;br /&gt;Shining down on me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;If I could just&lt;br /&gt;Be right there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will be free&lt;br /&gt;So take me where you are&lt;br /&gt;Now baby there were times when selfishly&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing that you are here with me&lt;br /&gt;So I can wipe the tears away from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And make you see&lt;br /&gt;That every night while you are dreamin&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to guard you from a far&lt;br /&gt;And anytime I feel alone&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and just be there?&lt;br /&gt;Where you are&lt;br /&gt;Where you and I can breathe together&lt;br /&gt;(and we will breathe together baby)&lt;br /&gt;Once again (oh, we'll be dancing in the moonlight)&lt;br /&gt;We'll be dancin in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Just like we used to be&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be smilin back at me&lt;br /&gt;(only then will I be free)&lt;br /&gt;Then I will be free&lt;br /&gt;Baby I still believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've got to believe&lt;br /&gt;I will touch you that sweet day&lt;br /&gt;That you take me there Where you are&lt;br /&gt;I still believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've got to believe&lt;br /&gt;I will touch you that sweet day&lt;br /&gt;That you take me there&lt;br /&gt;Where you are&lt;br /&gt;Oh where you are&lt;br /&gt;I've got to believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;That sweet day yeah&lt;br /&gt;Only wanna be where you are&lt;br /&gt;I still believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-7309707040654999079?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/7309707040654999079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7309707040654999079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7309707040654999079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-you-are.html' title='Where You Are'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOEHJUctTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/83_4WwTvOco/s72-c/Ziba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-900982698778982116</id><published>2009-07-08T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:18:32.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last To Know</title><content type='html'>Where does love go&lt;br /&gt;When you're not in love?&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when nobody wants it?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, does it float around&lt;br /&gt;Like a little lost cloud&lt;br /&gt;When a heart is not it's home?&lt;br /&gt;What does love do&lt;br /&gt;When it's not being used?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like it just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, is it laying awake in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking 'bout what went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's just not there&lt;br /&gt;When I hunger for affection&lt;br /&gt;The cupboard is bear&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I heep holding on&lt;br /&gt;When love's got the message and it's already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the last to know?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why is it always me alone&lt;br /&gt;Still dancing when the party's over&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the last to see&lt;br /&gt;Just a fool who believes you're still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Even love can see it's over&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the last to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do&lt;br /&gt;'Till I'm back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Do I hang around and try to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That I'm really over you&lt;br /&gt;And it won't take long&lt;br /&gt;'Till love says it's my turn again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's just not there&lt;br /&gt;When I hunger for affection&lt;br /&gt;The cupdoard is bear&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;When love's got the message and it's already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the last to know?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why is it always me alone&lt;br /&gt;Still dancing when the party's over&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the last to see&lt;br /&gt;Just a fool who believes you're still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Even love can see it's over&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the last to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll be taking my time&lt;br /&gt;To find out if her heart is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the last to know?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why is it always me alone&lt;br /&gt;Still dancing when the party's over&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the last to see&lt;br /&gt;Just a fool who believes you're still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Even love can see it's over&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the last to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-900982698778982116?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/900982698778982116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-1005635622157062050</id><published>2009-07-08T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:17:29.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOCMkr7BCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/A7S-pWTSE70/s1600-h/I_Love_You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOCMkr7BCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/A7S-pWTSE70/s200/I_Love_You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355767534391591970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 a.m. and the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the crossroads once again&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me you're so confused&lt;br /&gt;You can't make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Is this meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You're asking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can say - try again or walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I believe for you and me&lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just play my part&lt;br /&gt;And pray you'll have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you see it through&lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your arms as the dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Face to face and a thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to make you see&lt;br /&gt;There's hope beyond the pain&lt;br /&gt;If we give enough, if we learn to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I could find the words&lt;br /&gt;To touch you deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You'd give our dream just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this be our good-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-1005635622157062050?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/1005635622157062050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1005635622157062050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/1005635622157062050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-love.html' title='Only Love'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOCMkr7BCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/A7S-pWTSE70/s72-c/I_Love_You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-2848947104006080824</id><published>2009-07-08T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:10:27.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOBe4t1dhI/AAAAAAAAADs/C1Diq5zw2W0/s1600-h/Qalaty66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOBe4t1dhI/AAAAAAAAADs/C1Diq5zw2W0/s200/Qalaty66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355766749494343186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Seems like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were,&lt;br /&gt;But I walked away&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know today&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I would take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;Forgive all your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you&lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside&lt;br /&gt;But I won't admit&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you I miss&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to this, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see you looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been away&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line&lt;br /&gt;To try and turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself..&lt;br /&gt;By hurting you&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-2848947104006080824?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/2848947104006080824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/2848947104006080824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/2848947104006080824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOBe4t1dhI/AAAAAAAAADs/C1Diq5zw2W0/s72-c/Qalaty66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-1285328028045376722</id><published>2009-07-08T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:06:17.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOAgAlc_VI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xq2vtc29pqg/s1600-h/Anime55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOAgAlc_VI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xq2vtc29pqg/s200/Anime55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765669274910034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see me walking down the street,&lt;br /&gt;staring at the sky and dragging my two feet,&lt;br /&gt;you just pass me by, it still makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;but you can make me whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see me with another man&lt;br /&gt;laughing and joking, doing what i can&lt;br /&gt;i won't put you down cause i want you around&lt;br /&gt;you can make me whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;looking back on when we first met&lt;br /&gt;i can not escape and i can not forget&lt;br /&gt;baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;you still turn me on&lt;br /&gt;you can make me whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is laying heavy on my heart&lt;br /&gt;seems i've got too much of it&lt;br /&gt;since we've been apart&lt;br /&gt;my friends make me smile&lt;br /&gt;if only for a while&lt;br /&gt;you can make me whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[spoken:]&lt;br /&gt;so now i'll have to wait&lt;br /&gt;but baby if you change you mind&lt;br /&gt;don't be too late&lt;br /&gt;cause i just can't go on&lt;br /&gt;it's already been too long&lt;br /&gt;but you can make me whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby you're the one,&lt;br /&gt;you still turn me on&lt;br /&gt;you can make me whole again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-1285328028045376722?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/1285328028045376722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-7535272019278429280</id><published>2009-07-08T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:05:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOANUEqk8I/AAAAAAAAADc/KXgUhELVM9w/s1600-h/Angel88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOANUEqk8I/AAAAAAAAADc/KXgUhELVM9w/s200/Angel88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765348088583106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;We’re soarin’, flyin’&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a star in heaven&lt;br /&gt;That we can’t reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;If we’re trying&lt;br /&gt;So we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;You know the world can see us&lt;br /&gt;In a way that’s different than who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;Creating space between us&lt;br /&gt;‘Til we’re separate hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;But your faith it gives me strength&lt;br /&gt;Strength to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus #1&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;We’re breakin’ free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;We’re soarin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;Flyin’&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a star in heaven&lt;br /&gt;That we can’t reach&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;If we’re trying&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we’re breakin’ free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it building&lt;br /&gt;Like a wave the ocean just can’t control&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;Connected by a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, in our very souls&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;Rising ‘til it lifts us up&lt;br /&gt;So every one can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus #2&lt;br /&gt;Troy: We’re breakin’ free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: We’re soarin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Flyin’&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a star in heaven&lt;br /&gt;That we can’t reach&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;If we’re trying&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh runnin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;Climbin’&lt;br /&gt;To get to that place&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;To be all that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;So we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;We’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh , yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;More than hope&lt;br /&gt;More than faith&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;This is fate&lt;br /&gt;And together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;We see it comin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;More than you&lt;br /&gt;More than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;Not a want, but a need&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;Both of us breakin’ free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus #3&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: Soarin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Flyin’&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a star in heaven&lt;br /&gt;That we can’t reach&lt;br /&gt;If we’re trying&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Yeah we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Were runnin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, climbin’&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;To get to the place&lt;br /&gt;To be all that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Now’s the time&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: So we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Ohhh, we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;You know the world can see us&lt;br /&gt;In a way that’s different than who we are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-7535272019278429280?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/7535272019278429280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7535272019278429280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7535272019278429280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-free.html' title='Breaking Free'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SlOANUEqk8I/AAAAAAAAADc/KXgUhELVM9w/s72-c/Angel88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-6845638353580972010</id><published>2009-07-01T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:31:47.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till The End....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SkuBUyjh0FI/AAAAAAAAADU/9jGV5rkqNx0/s1600-h/Flirting+Hits.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SkuBUyjh0FI/AAAAAAAAADU/9jGV5rkqNx0/s200/Flirting+Hits.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353514776228122706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these precious moments&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Must be a gift from heaven&lt;br /&gt;That's holding me all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I found you&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I have&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a love so true&lt;br /&gt;To hold, to keep, to share&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I can no longer hold inside&lt;br /&gt;All of the love I used to hide&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be with you until the very end&lt;br /&gt;In this world there in no place I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;You are my life, my soul, my girl&lt;br /&gt;You through it all I know&lt;br /&gt;That you've come to see that you're the one till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends around me&lt;br /&gt;Say you'd be gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm gonna make them see&lt;br /&gt;We've found our way back home&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be till the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-6845638353580972010?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/6845638353580972010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/till-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/6845638353580972010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/6845638353580972010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/07/till-end.html' title='Till The End....'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SkuBUyjh0FI/AAAAAAAAADU/9jGV5rkqNx0/s72-c/Flirting+Hits.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-8737800657825858244</id><published>2009-06-16T04:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:28:26.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When There Was Me And You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sjau5NqeHyI/AAAAAAAAADM/CiCAkb8v0E0/s1600-h/Eyez988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sjau5NqeHyI/AAAAAAAAADM/CiCAkb8v0E0/s200/Eyez988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347653905492614946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny when you find yourself, looking from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here but all i want, is to be over there.&lt;br /&gt;Why did i let myself believe, Miracles could happen.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now i have to pretend, that i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my fairytale, a dream when i'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;A wish upon a star that's coming true.&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else could tell, that i confused my feeling, with the truth, when there was me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore i knew the melody, that i heard you singing.&lt;br /&gt;And when you smiled u made me feel, like i could sing along.&lt;br /&gt;But then you went and changed the words, now my heart is empty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's, And once upon a song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know you're not a fairytale, and dreams were meant for sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;And wishes on a star, just don't come true.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now even i can tell, that i confused my feeling with the truth, because i like the view, When there was me and you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can''t believe, that i could be so blind,&lt;br /&gt;Its like you were floating while i was falling, And i didn't mind, because i liked the view,.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you felt it too, When there was me and you.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-8737800657825858244?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/8737800657825858244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-there-was-me-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8737800657825858244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8737800657825858244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-there-was-me-and-you.html' title='When There Was Me And You'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sjau5NqeHyI/AAAAAAAAADM/CiCAkb8v0E0/s72-c/Eyez988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-8708229843751273271</id><published>2009-06-15T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:00:58.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I STILL LOVE YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SjZRkQE7SEI/AAAAAAAAADE/cY68Sx6qsB0/s1600-h/Amazing_Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SjZRkQE7SEI/AAAAAAAAADE/cY68Sx6qsB0/s200/Amazing_Kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347551290781812802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by slowly.. already a month didn't meet him(doesn't count that day in the club with a glance of staring). I still miss him and love him like before. I couldn't find an answer for myself. My heart still cant fit for other guys. My heart still bleeding and when it stops? When can i stop loving him? What ever i done also cant erase him from my memories. He is my 2nd most dearest man in my life.. Even in future i found a better one, that also wont take his place in my heart. I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-8708229843751273271?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/8708229843751273271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-still-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8708229843751273271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8708229843751273271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-still-love-you.html' title='I STILL LOVE YOU...'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SjZRkQE7SEI/AAAAAAAAADE/cY68Sx6qsB0/s72-c/Amazing_Kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-6387601515037908837</id><published>2009-06-11T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:31:36.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: Wishing for the hope was not fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Si_72Iz2T6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/OO-S6l2nBzQ/s1600-h/Angel+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Si_72Iz2T6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/OO-S6l2nBzQ/s200/Angel+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345768190208528290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Happy is very happy because her 'pending hubby' chat with her on the internet and telling her that  he will really keep his promise that will be together with her in future but just don't know when can be together like last time. Happy missed those moment that she have been through with her 'pending hubby'. Only the sad one is, she still don't understand why they cant be together like last time and felt that the 'pending hubby' hiding from her. This is her last hope and strength to live happily.. and she also sad because the 'pending hubby' asked her to enjoy her single life first. That is not what she wanted but she have no choice because she love him very much. She also cant find out the answer why. Love is really blind. Hope this time Happy wont being hurt again because her heart is very fragile. Hope that the 'pending hubby' really meant what he had promised Happy and its not a fake hope. I believe she really couldn't stand the pain anymore. Just waiting for the day to come but don't know have chance to wait for the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-6387601515037908837?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/6387601515037908837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-2-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/6387601515037908837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/6387601515037908837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-2-hope.html' title='Chapter 2: Wishing for the hope was not fake'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Si_72Iz2T6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/OO-S6l2nBzQ/s72-c/Angel+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-7451798816817749483</id><published>2009-06-04T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:28:42.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1: Story of a silly girl (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sid_ZzqO0LI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pLYLafSFAtw/s1600-h/ANGLE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sid_ZzqO0LI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pLYLafSFAtw/s200/ANGLE.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343379564239179954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Happy cant stand anymore and asked the guy, actually what position are they now, the guy answer her, 'pending wife and pending husband'. That is not the actual answer that Happy wanted, he seems didn't really answer to her question so she just keep thinking the solution to let herself don't suffer like this anymore. One more friend of Happy told her the same thing that Iceman told her about guys. Now with her own eyes and heart, she can feel it whether is fact o not. Happy told herself not to be naive anymore and will use all her strength to walk through this ring of pain that full of her tears, time wasted but gained four true friends that have helped her escape from the ring. What Happy thinking now is, fate is fate. Well, if they have fate, at last also will be together.. Let it flow natural and not waiting anymore. The memories will always be kept in her memory.&lt;br /&gt;-N-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-7451798816817749483?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/7451798816817749483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-of-silly-girl-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7451798816817749483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7451798816817749483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-of-silly-girl-part-2.html' title='Chapter 1: Story of a silly girl (part 2)'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sid_ZzqO0LI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pLYLafSFAtw/s72-c/ANGLE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-3266732769600191180</id><published>2009-06-04T03:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:28:02.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1: Story of a silly girl (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SibmfRv5TuI/AAAAAAAAACk/44fDaHyVNN8/s1600-h/Love_04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SibmfRv5TuI/AAAAAAAAACk/44fDaHyVNN8/s200/Love_04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343211432936296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story reviews about a girl name Happy. Happy is a cheerful, easy-going, caring, understanding but a silly girl. She being hurt by a jerk(ex boyfriend) who been together for 4 years but already break for more than a year. Now she thought that she'd found her true love but this time, being disappoint again. The main problem is time. After sometimes, she cant stand anymore and asked to break with the guy. The guy agreed. Although Happy is the one who asked for break, but she still love and cant let go this relationship but have no choice. For both of them stop to suffer as what the guy said, she just end it. After a day, she felt uneasy cause she used to listen to his voice or received sms from him. She starting to miss him so badly and will even think of him when she hang out with her friend to cool down. She don't even have feeling with those guys that going after her some is since years ago.. Suddenly, she received a massage from the guy saying that he will come back ti find her to get her be his wife and he loves her and now only the matter of time. He also said that after he get his things done, he will definately come back and it wont take long. Happy was so happy and she waiting for the day since then but she don't know and confused about their relationship now because seems everything changed even the guy say sweet words and calling her whatever when they were together. Happy waiting and waiting, not dare to sms the guy o call him because fear will disturb him but the guy also never call or sms her. Seems like forget about her or maybe inconvenient having another affair or anything. She end up think nonsense, sad, cry, but hope the day will reach as soon as possible.  A friend of Happy, named Iceman, cant take it seeing her like that, and wake her up by telling her wat really happening and asked her not to be silly n waited for the day. Iceman even offered Happy that he would help her to find out that is her guy really love her and was only busy on work or having affair at outside but Happy don't want Iceman to do that. She scared to accept the fact so she just leave it that way.. (to be continue...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-3266732769600191180?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/3266732769600191180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-of-silly-girl-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/3266732769600191180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/3266732769600191180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-of-silly-girl-part-1.html' title='Chapter 1: Story of a silly girl (Part 1)'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SibmfRv5TuI/AAAAAAAAACk/44fDaHyVNN8/s72-c/Love_04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-8647385150252136905</id><published>2009-06-04T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:36:44.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SibQk1rgH8I/AAAAAAAAACc/jHawVjHQxRI/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SibQk1rgH8I/AAAAAAAAACc/jHawVjHQxRI/s200/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343187339225079746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, Love is blind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-8647385150252136905?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/8647385150252136905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8647385150252136905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8647385150252136905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SibQk1rgH8I/AAAAAAAAACc/jHawVjHQxRI/s72-c/Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-7876327500452495403</id><published>2009-06-04T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:08:30.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The very last minutes in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SiauARB_gNI/AAAAAAAAACU/-9xu9739WYI/s1600-h/Angel+79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SiauARB_gNI/AAAAAAAAACU/-9xu9739WYI/s200/Angel+79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343149327516664018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in the last minute of my life, an angel comes down of the sky and it offered me to the eternal life or one more minute with you, I would choose one more minute to be with you, because the eternal life without you does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I realize that I am very happy now, and I would not finish to tell you everything that Im thinking because i prefer to show it all to you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-7876327500452495403?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/7876327500452495403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-last-minutes-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7876327500452495403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7876327500452495403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-last-minutes-in-my-life.html' title='The very last minutes in my life...'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SiauARB_gNI/AAAAAAAAACU/-9xu9739WYI/s72-c/Angel+79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-7277571224125192691</id><published>2009-06-03T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:38:20.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>The feeling coming back to haunt me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SiaYS9F5JUI/AAAAAAAAACM/TVct4-yb4uE/s1600-h/Qalaty66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SiaYS9F5JUI/AAAAAAAAACM/TVct4-yb4uE/s200/Qalaty66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343125459326018882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, already 2 weeks didn't see him. I miss him so much but couldn't see him. my heart aching and bleeding inside. The situation now is completely different from the day before..the happiness is gone, only leaving behind memories..&lt;br /&gt;My feeling seems to be like falling down from a very tall building and still alive but heavily injured... suffer. My heart just like being torn.&lt;br /&gt;Although cant compared to my last 4 years relationship ending feel, but tis time it also pain. it was really hurt. From the inside to outside and from the outside to the inside..&lt;br /&gt;I'd forced myself to not to think of him but i just cant control.. Last time's incident makes me collapse badly in whatever for almost a year plus.. This time, how long it would takes to heal....everyday end up shedding tears upon my pillow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-7277571224125192691?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/7277571224125192691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-coming-back-to-haunt-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7277571224125192691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7277571224125192691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-coming-back-to-haunt-me.html' title='The feeling coming back to haunt me...'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SiaYS9F5JUI/AAAAAAAAACM/TVct4-yb4uE/s72-c/Qalaty66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-8735038875730793417</id><published>2009-05-06T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:30:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5:  Down Down Down</title><content type='html'>My sickness still sticking with me. It was very suffer as my throat just like not mine..well, my mum still angry of me n bad mood for already 2 days. I don't know how to express my feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Its not to say suffer but just don't know how to express the feeling tat i'm already grow so old, my mum stil control me like underage kids.&lt;br /&gt;because of this, i lost my 4 years relationship. not to say blame them but... *sigh*........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-8735038875730793417?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/8735038875730793417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-5-down-down-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8735038875730793417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/8735038875730793417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-5-down-down-down.html' title='Day 5:  Down Down Down'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-4228081185105860074</id><published>2009-05-01T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T04:11:26.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 : Hard Feeling 2</title><content type='html'>Today, same thing happened.. waiting for sms again. such a sick feeling and lazy to talk about tat also.&lt;br /&gt;Today is cloudy and no rain at all. I'm sick.. I had fever, cough, flu, sore throat, and wholy body pain... but i still eat chips, chilies, n drank cold drinks. I just cant control myself.. Getting worst now.. Regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-4228081185105860074?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/4228081185105860074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-4-hard-feeling-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/4228081185105860074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/4228081185105860074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-4-hard-feeling-2.html' title='Day 4 : Hard Feeling 2'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-3745313666694025494</id><published>2009-04-30T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:55:55.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Day 3 : Hot Hot and Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfiFD-Pus_I/AAAAAAAAACE/snTe4ytM7j4/s1600-h/Lava.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfiFD-Pus_I/AAAAAAAAACE/snTe4ytM7j4/s200/Lava.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330156462288057330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a sunny day. I felt extremely hot although there was rain for few minutes. It was so suffer working under the hot sun. There is nothing special today and nothing much to write.&lt;br /&gt;starting from tomorrow, i will start to tell all of you bout a story from my past. Its all for now because I'm tired to further this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-3745313666694025494?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/3745313666694025494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-3-hot-hot-and-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/3745313666694025494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/3745313666694025494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-3-hot-hot-and-hot.html' title='Day 3 : Hot Hot and Hot'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfiFD-Pus_I/AAAAAAAAACE/snTe4ytM7j4/s72-c/Lava.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-7423049067724197123</id><published>2009-04-29T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:35:45.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocktails'/><title type='text'>Day 2 : Lonely Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sfc9MKiLq2I/AAAAAAAAABs/BXW7VmP0lj8/s1600-h/absinthe.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sfc9MKiLq2I/AAAAAAAAABs/BXW7VmP0lj8/s320/absinthe.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329795963211721570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a rainy day.Actually, rainy days is very romantic but it depends on where are we and who we are with. I was at home wishing upon the sky that my man can be right here beside me but is was impossible... At last, I went to visit my sister at a shopping complex. Sitting there hanging around, waiting time goes by so slowly, my friend came to find me because he knew i was in blue.. We chat all the hours until my sis finish her job and we went to a bar to have some drinks. Well, nothing much to jot down today cuz today have nothing special to be shared... Just to Recommend to all of u who loves to drink,. today, we have been to Werner's, a bistro at Jln Changkat Thambi Dollah. We drank some shots of cocktails which is B55, Lolita and Smurf. It was nice and worth to try..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-7423049067724197123?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/7423049067724197123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-2-lonely-rainy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7423049067724197123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/7423049067724197123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-2-lonely-rainy-days.html' title='Day 2 : Lonely Rainy Days'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sfc9MKiLq2I/AAAAAAAAABs/BXW7VmP0lj8/s72-c/absinthe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942040056702955873.post-2811800128404091879</id><published>2009-04-28T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:32:18.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard feeling'/><title type='text'>Day 1 : Could i Overcome it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sfc9l6bFGOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jwPVxHurYhY/s1600-h/n3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sfc9l6bFGOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jwPVxHurYhY/s200/n3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329796405563562210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very sensitive person and i also could be a very caring person.  Almost every night, i will sleep very late and not wont have a good sleep. I've been waiting his calls or even sms saying that he is safely home but almost every time, my phone left silent n freely... Every time it rang, i'd really wish that is from him but sometimes, it was not and my heart just felt like being hitted bu hammer.. Worrying tat was he safely home, or what is he doing now, or was he already reach home and fallen asleep as he too tired or drunk ask what he told me earlier? I still cant sleep now and don't know what to do, so i end up drop down here ..&lt;br /&gt;   He promised before that he wont repeat the same thing but the thing repeat n repeat.. i've been tired of all this.. how can i overcome this kind of hard feeling? I was really care and worry bout him.. but i could do nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942040056702955873-2811800128404091879?l=nicholechin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/feeds/2811800128404091879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-i-overcome-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/2811800128404091879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942040056702955873/posts/default/2811800128404091879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholechin.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-i-overcome-it.html' title='Day 1 : Could i Overcome it?'/><author><name>Nichole_Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335135295161405284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/SfX443M6V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/tN1PZ0cvRCw/S220/nic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx2yHPF9q8E/Sfc9l6bFGOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jwPVxHurYhY/s72-c/n3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
