<?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-24720240</id><updated>2011-09-02T21:17:39.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS.IS.LOVE`♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2165991982065536466</id><published>2011-07-27T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:42:41.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpoi5MkLk_Y/TjAG2JMHIDI/AAAAAAAAAew/8IdawA7qGvw/s1600/blessedgirlever.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpoi5MkLk_Y/TjAG2JMHIDI/AAAAAAAAAew/8IdawA7qGvw/s320/blessedgirlever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010661089910834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hi, it's been a long time ever since i blogged here. I've always been using LJ instead. Oh well, ever since three years ago, this very special someone has been helping me a lot, caring for me, always been there for me. Since start of this year, we got together. He's the one who had been there for me no matter what. I really thank God for him. I feel as though i'm the luckiest girl ever on earth, the blessed woman ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "   &gt;Thank you Baby for being there throughout this whole 6, coming 7 months, &amp;amp; of course it'll keep counting on. I really appreciate every single thing you did for me. Really, i really do. Baby, i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "   &gt;Anyway, updates of my life. Next week, school'll be starting alrd. Wow. After 8 whole months. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "   &gt;Oh well, hope everything'll be fine, good and awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "   &gt;Label: &lt;i&gt;God, please help me to get through the toughest time of my life, Amen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2165991982065536466?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2165991982065536466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2165991982065536466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2165991982065536466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2165991982065536466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2011/07/in.html' title='In ♥'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpoi5MkLk_Y/TjAG2JMHIDI/AAAAAAAAAew/8IdawA7qGvw/s72-c/blessedgirlever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-315908284856534344</id><published>2010-12-05T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:22:25.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY MARIO TAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); "&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIO, MY DEAREST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); "&gt;BRUDDER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HEARTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Seriously, you are a great great and wonderful friend. Really love you aload! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;You are always the one making things that ain't funny, funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;I miss the times when we just sit around and laugh/do/talk about stupid things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;We'll keep changing subjects but in the end, going back to the same one and laugh at it again. Hahah i really miss all of those. Oh well, i really hope god will bless you throughout your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Because he gave me the greatest gift ever : A friend/brudder like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;I've many many things to say but oh well. Shall keep it for next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;I'm not sure if you'll read this, but well. This are all from the bottom of my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Love you! xoxo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-315908284856534344?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/315908284856534344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=315908284856534344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/315908284856534344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/315908284856534344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-18th-birthday-mario-tay.html' title='HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY MARIO TAY!'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7508243074768876945</id><published>2010-12-05T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:25:37.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe someday, i'll get there again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't know why, but everytime when i need someone they'll always be gone. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This hurts alot. Because everytime i feel like crying, i need a hug. I need someone to talk to. All of these feelings in me are almost killing me. :( Now it's like i'm the only free bird among the 8 of us somehow. All are doing their school work etc, busy with their school. I feel really really alone. As in like all of them have things in common now, school. I'm like roaming around my own world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's like everytime i want to meet up with them, they'll be busy &amp;amp; i'll end up doing stupid things and just keep going out ; which is boring. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm feeling horrible now. I need to cry. :( I need a hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I guess it's really time for me to let you go. It'd been so long that i've been waiting. I guess i'd been thinking too much. But i do know that i still love you. I think it's really time to let you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't bear to but i think i still have to. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end, it's still hard to say goodbye..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7508243074768876945?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7508243074768876945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7508243074768876945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7508243074768876945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7508243074768876945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/12/maybe-someday-ill-get-there-again.html' title='Maybe someday, i&apos;ll get there again..'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-355217457138111816</id><published>2010-11-27T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:38:26.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will this last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Why am i feeling this way again? :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;This feeling is stuck to me forever somehow. I've got no idea how to deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I guess this is really love. I have to fake just to pretend nothing happened, at all. Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I need a hug, i need someone. I want to cry and need to cry. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-355217457138111816?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/355217457138111816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=355217457138111816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/355217457138111816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/355217457138111816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-will-this-last.html' title='When will this last?'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2014744017877956329</id><published>2010-11-27T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:55:41.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;When i need someone to talk to, there isn't a single soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Now all of us are on our own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;They are busy with their work and i don't want to disturb them too much too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2014744017877956329?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2014744017877956329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2014744017877956329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2014744017877956329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2014744017877956329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-i-need-someone-to-talk-to-there.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2418028496587712416</id><published>2010-11-27T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:49:00.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, i'm not sure why am i feeling this way. But i'm really feeling horrible. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I want to cry, i want to scream. I'm stupid enough to think so much. False hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm super upset. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2418028496587712416?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2418028496587712416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2418028496587712416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2418028496587712416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2418028496587712416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm..'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3802062889452598094</id><published>2010-10-12T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:49:20.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;I still do miss you. Yes, i still do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3802062889452598094?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3802062889452598094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3802062889452598094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3802062889452598094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3802062889452598094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/10/misses.html' title='Misses.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3364477790779364967</id><published>2010-10-04T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:45:41.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed, totally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;F.M.L. I'm tired of here. People are inconsiderate here.  All t they could do is to think of themselves and assumptions. It sucks. I want to leave this shit place. A home doesn't look and sound like one. Fuck this shit. I'm tired of life. Really. And YES just so freaking dumb. how much i study it's like the shit results. fuck my life, totally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3364477790779364967?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3364477790779364967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3364477790779364967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3364477790779364967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3364477790779364967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/10/screwed-totally.html' title='screwed, totally.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-998589985972664677</id><published>2010-09-25T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:22:45.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>I wish time could be fast forward. I'm really tired. Now. I just feel like breaking down. Was having loads of things on my mind on the bus ride. Many of them. :( This makes me feel worse. Help me. :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-998589985972664677?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/998589985972664677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=998589985972664677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/998589985972664677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/998589985972664677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/09/miscellaneous.html' title='miscellaneous'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7948979150958884407</id><published>2010-09-11T07:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:11:16.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I ain't sure what the fcuk i'm doing. I'm seriously sure. It just so that so many things happened at the same time, not sure of which to look at. Some things just pissed me off, at the same time, i feel sad. I wasn't sure what was happening. All i knew that i wanted to cry. I needed to be alone. As i was standing right there alone, afraid that people might think that i'm mad. I really want to let everything out. Because the feeling was overwhelming me. I ain't sure what was i really feeling. It was really all mixed up, really mixed up. I don't want people to think that i'm like an attention seeker or whatever whenever it comes to this kinda events. I felt horrible. Real horrible. Like who could have felt this way when you were actually intended to enjoy yourself and was actually enjoying yourself? Really so many things happened at the same time. So i'm not sure which to feel. &lt;em&gt;I didn't bother to tell anyone because i think you'll get sick and tired of me. Really. &lt;/em&gt; I guess i felt sad because i feel the same way as you do. Seeing you like that really hurts me alot. It just came automatic. I really want to be there by your side and listen to you. Or maybe you could just sit there and i just sit with you. I really want to be right there for you. I'm sorry that i lied to you now that it's gone. I know, i really know and i'm sure that it's still right there. It's still in me. It's somewhat like part of me. I don't know. I really don't know. I wish that this could really go away. :( I'm really feeling horrible now. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Also, i just hope that this could simply just stop. If there's something that&lt;br /&gt;prolongs, anyone, i'm sure will get sick and tired of it.Seriously, internal&lt;br /&gt;conflicts should just stop. Yes, i used to hate him. But now seriously, because&lt;br /&gt;i know what to do and that's enough to live with myself. I think you won't want&lt;br /&gt;to be treated the way you're treating people now. Because that way of treatment&lt;br /&gt;seriously sucks y'know. Now it's because i've grown up. Really. Maybe you should&lt;br /&gt;grow up too. It's because of all these nonsense, you spoilt my day. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7948979150958884407?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7948979150958884407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7948979150958884407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7948979150958884407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7948979150958884407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/09/miscellaneous-feelings.html' title='Miscellaneous feelings.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-5513357114183362702</id><published>2010-08-10T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:58:44.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, i'm just lying to myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TGEt5wJZEUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lzd5YzINaEw/s1600/Flickr-Photo-Download-love-hate-Love_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503730689823543618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TGEt5wJZEUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lzd5YzINaEw/s320/Flickr-Photo-Download-love-hate-Love_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt; I'm not sure if sometimes i'm lying to myself or what. But i'm really really confused by my own thinking now. I tried to move on but you're not gone. I've moved on, right? Oh, maybe that's physically moving on but my heart still stays at the same place. Why is it so difficult to forget or rather get him out of my heart? I know i still do ________ . I guess ___ would be the last one in my heart. It's really difficult. I suppose that i'm really physically moving on but my heart still holds on to it somehow. Ah i'm just killing myself. Making myself into this deep shit. I'm smiling but deep inside i feel hurt. I'm punishing myself. Sometimes i feel as if i'm lying to myself. I said that the usual me is back, but i often ask myself once more. Am i really back? So am i really back? I really don't know. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-5513357114183362702?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/5513357114183362702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=5513357114183362702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/5513357114183362702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/5513357114183362702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-im-just-lying-to-myself.html' title='Maybe, i&apos;m just lying to myself.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TGEt5wJZEUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lzd5YzINaEw/s72-c/Flickr-Photo-Download-love-hate-Love_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1545944872079488451</id><published>2010-08-05T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:17:46.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They live in my heart, my heart ♥.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I think i'm back. No more mask to cover anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm happy that's of course. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to those who've been there by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;I love you,♥ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;This is really really from the bottom bottom bottom of my heart. Really. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;There would be someone who'll be living in your heart that you'll no matter what not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;forget about and will always think about them and also, miss them. I have a few who've been living in my heart and they will always be living in my heart. That's of course besides my family members. Family members are drilled to our heart forever. These people just pop up in my mind anytime, wherever i am, any part of the day. Even if there's distance in between, deep within me can really feel it. But they just live in my heart ever since they stepped into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Connie.Marianne.Joana.Elize.Mario.Jonchow.Corn.Irwin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It's because of them. For certain things, they taught me indirectly to grow stronger for things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1545944872079488451?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1545944872079488451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1545944872079488451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1545944872079488451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1545944872079488451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-live-in-my-heart-my-heart.html' title='They live in my heart, my heart ♥.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3759940196377082685</id><published>2010-07-18T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:51:46.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe someone could tell me what to do? :( Please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really tired, worn out. I'm not sure of what i've been doing the past few days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knew? God knows. Oh well. I became very grouchy since friday. Fuck, seriously. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's wrong with me? Anyone knows? I've been thinking very hard. I could not sleep yesterday. I was thinking about my life. Everything seems to be falling apart in my life. School, friends, family, church and many other things. That's very sad. God, why must all this things happen now? I want to be happy. I want to be like a bird, so free and happy. Time changes everything and of course ... people too. I really wish that everything could be back to normal. Brother, i think i know what's the thing that made me regret after listening to your talk at youth mass yesterday. I know it. It's runining things in my own life, ( It's telling **** that. :[ ) Oh well, what's done can't be undone. No one can control it right? And brother, i want to be that pencil you talked about. I want to pursue my dreams. I really want to. I really really want to. I'm afraid. God, can you help me? :( I'm really afraid. Everytime i feel like breaking down. It feels disgusting. It really, sucks. Howhowhowhowhowhow? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FML FML FML FML!! :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3759940196377082685?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3759940196377082685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3759940196377082685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3759940196377082685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3759940196377082685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-someone-could-tell-me-what-to-do.html' title='Maybe someone could tell me what to do? :( Please?'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3451013582993816747</id><published>2010-07-11T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:42:04.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, it just sucks to be me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDnJiSehyeI/AAAAAAAAAds/sIi9zUJn_Ug/s1600/z196945919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492642811467647458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDnJiSehyeI/AAAAAAAAAds/sIi9zUJn_Ug/s320/z196945919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, i'm back on my journey looking for stars in the sky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've not been doing that for a long time. Whenever when i see stars up in the sky shining brightly, i fee happy. Maybe someday, i'll be like the stars. Shinning brightly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm seriously very tired and worn out now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently i'm feeling very down now. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Also, this sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3451013582993816747?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3451013582993816747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3451013582993816747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3451013582993816747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3451013582993816747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-it-just-sucks-to-be-me.html' title='Maybe, it just sucks to be me?'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDnJiSehyeI/AAAAAAAAAds/sIi9zUJn_Ug/s72-c/z196945919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-923177582169023770</id><published>2010-07-06T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:55:38.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowed down footsteps, looking at things at a distance. Here i am, trying to let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDM_YVgJzqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QFVGskDphNo/s1600/z195993931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490802058016181922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDM_YVgJzqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QFVGskDphNo/s320/z195993931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt; What i saw was really heartbreaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;But what could change the fact? Yes, the only thing i could do now is to, &lt;em&gt;move on&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDM_F4wMsfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/2rZ2NRZUJgg/s1600/SAD+BOX.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;No matter how much it hurts, i'll move on. Yes i will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I want to be happy ever again. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be one who's fake. I don't want to put up a fake front infront of anybody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, i'm still feeling shitty now. I'm trying my very best now. I really am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Can you please help me too? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm willing to let you go it's because ilyvm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm bleeding badly now, really bleeding but i'm giving you my most heartfelt blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I really mean it. It's because, this way, everyone would be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Right? I'm not sure how long will this take. I'm really not sure of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It always occur to me that the things i've always wanted never come to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, i'm not sure of what to feel and how to feel anymore.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm tired now. I really am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A moment i was breathless, my heartbeat slowed down. I didn't know what to do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt that my throat was choked with something. Slowly then the things around me started to slow down too. Then, all memories started to refresh my mind with. I then realise it's time that i put down everything and continue my journey. The load seemed to be heavier than usual, but i can put them down slowly. Now i'm still struggling to. But slowly, i will and i can. I guess. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-923177582169023770?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/923177582169023770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=923177582169023770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/923177582169023770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/923177582169023770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/07/slowed-down-footsteps-looking-at-things.html' title='Slowed down footsteps, looking at things at a distance. Here i am, trying to let go.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDM_YVgJzqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QFVGskDphNo/s72-c/z195993931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-8817655196608622710</id><published>2010-07-05T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:54:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am. I was. I did. Now, i used to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDHC9kmB4oI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mxmRu-_ByzY/s1600/10fu7wn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490383783792337538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDHC9kmB4oI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mxmRu-_ByzY/s320/10fu7wn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I already sensed something really wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;Now i know the answer. Now i know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i knew it at first but i just wasn't that sure.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i know. Now, i'm not sure of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I already knew. But why does it hurt so bad?&lt;br /&gt;Now, even if i say i'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;I really, seriously don't think i'm.&lt;br /&gt;Because this will really take a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying out loud now. I really feel like it now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding them back.It's making me worst.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Really, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i will delete anything and everything that's related to you, starting from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It's because i held on for too long. That's the reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-8817655196608622710?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/8817655196608622710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=8817655196608622710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8817655196608622710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8817655196608622710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-i-was-i-did-now-i-used-to.html' title='I am. I was. I did. Now, i used to.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TDHC9kmB4oI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mxmRu-_ByzY/s72-c/10fu7wn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1677239834524496347</id><published>2010-07-01T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:25:24.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCxsfYbk6cI/AAAAAAAAAdM/lQ3ZKGmMiJ0/s1600/I+MISS+YOU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488881332247652802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCxsfYbk6cI/AAAAAAAAAdM/lQ3ZKGmMiJ0/s320/I+MISS+YOU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just so a little from you, i've got all of my energy back again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's maybe the power that i'm not sure of.&lt;br /&gt;But now, though there's no answer. I think, I think i'm okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on my own now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Have you ever thought of arranging suicide&lt;br /&gt;when you know you're going to die?&lt;br /&gt;It's because my literature showed us the&lt;br /&gt;documentary which is linked to the text that we are reading.&lt;br /&gt;It was just this morning, the very first lesson that of school.&lt;br /&gt;That's the video that made my whole class' mood down.&lt;br /&gt;The video is real touching and sad.&lt;br /&gt;When you know when your love one is dying, because the death is schduled.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, watching your love one die after drinking the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it upsetting?&lt;br /&gt;Who would have the courage to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Who would have it?&lt;br /&gt;It might be a peaceful death because you&lt;br /&gt;will feel no pain at all. Just drinking liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Craig Ewert. It's been almost 4 years. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1677239834524496347?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1677239834524496347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1677239834524496347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1677239834524496347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1677239834524496347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/07/drained_01.html' title='Drained.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCxsfYbk6cI/AAAAAAAAAdM/lQ3ZKGmMiJ0/s72-c/I+MISS+YOU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1067558671070692375</id><published>2010-06-28T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:52:12.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess i'm fine. I think i'm fine. Am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCialosiGoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DUQEmOq4qEY/s1600/Deep_deep_sea_by_Sugarock99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487806117320989314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCialosiGoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DUQEmOq4qEY/s320/Deep_deep_sea_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ476gHOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_qx1Nrv-J2s/s1600/z196426170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487805349385739490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ476gHOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_qx1Nrv-J2s/s320/z196426170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ4gsYw1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/663YJc3prjs/s1600/1530254935_b0a8564874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487805342078780242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ4gsYw1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/663YJc3prjs/s320/1530254935_b0a8564874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ4PO-bBI/AAAAAAAAAck/owPsHOU7chE/s1600/work_2800328_5_flat,550x550,075,f_rainy-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487805337392016402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ4PO-bBI/AAAAAAAAAck/owPsHOU7chE/s320/work_2800328_5_flat,550x550,075,f_rainy-day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ31G5iFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/AjAh749vo1o/s1600/z185391563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487805330378819666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ31G5iFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/AjAh749vo1o/s320/z185391563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ3nhr77I/AAAAAAAAAcU/h-POTpPxBGY/s1600/z135931671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487805326733078450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiZ3nhr77I/AAAAAAAAAcU/h-POTpPxBGY/s320/z135931671.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYSWQCbEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/PUMiRm1ukms/s1600/z189867674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487803586928864322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYSWQCbEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/PUMiRm1ukms/s320/z189867674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYR7bpwYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pAJ4fmtpptk/s1600/z195993931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487803579729822082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYR7bpwYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pAJ4fmtpptk/s320/z195993931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYRbk1IeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FQjVFAoNlqw/s1600/z196945919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487803571178381794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYRbk1IeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FQjVFAoNlqw/s320/z196945919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYRPCCxGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/9tTRwQpAqNM/s1600/z198049996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487803567811249250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYRPCCxGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/9tTRwQpAqNM/s320/z198049996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYQgIClGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/MBRHCrmovV0/s1600/z198605391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487803555219936354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCiYQgIClGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/MBRHCrmovV0/s320/z198605391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got very little to type, so i guess the pictures can tell how i feel on my behalf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Still, my heart is still aching. I was almost breathless and my heart was so painful which made me tired and i fell asleep after those tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1067558671070692375?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1067558671070692375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1067558671070692375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1067558671070692375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1067558671070692375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-guess-im-fine-i-think-im-fine-am-i.html' title='I guess i&apos;m fine. I think i&apos;m fine. Am i?'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCialosiGoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DUQEmOq4qEY/s72-c/Deep_deep_sea_by_Sugarock99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4049883493564141042</id><published>2010-06-27T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:34:16.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCbFK4rwCFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SovcyMteLwE/s1600/Deep_deep_sea_by_Sugarock99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487289986802780242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCbFK4rwCFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SovcyMteLwE/s320/Deep_deep_sea_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've fallen into the sea and almost drowning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's another day that something i've been looking forward to, did not come true at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else can i do? I've got nothing else to hold on anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does this hurt so bad? Why does it hurt so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes, my heart are starting to bleed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are starting to cry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else can they do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Mariah:&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have walked away&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;would've stayed if you said&lt;br /&gt;We could've made everything OK&lt;br /&gt;But we just&lt;br /&gt;Threw the blame back and forth&lt;br /&gt;We treated love like a sport&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;final blow hit so low&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have&lt;br /&gt;prepared myself for this fall&lt;br /&gt;Shattered in pieces curled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Super natural love conquers all&lt;br /&gt;'Member we used to touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning don't strike&lt;br /&gt;The same place twice&lt;br /&gt;When you and I said&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I felt the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;True love's a gift&lt;br /&gt;We let it drift&lt;br /&gt;In a storm&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;I feel the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon babe&lt;br /&gt;can't our love be revived&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back and we gon' make it right&lt;br /&gt;I'm on&lt;br /&gt;the edge just tryin' to survive&lt;br /&gt;As the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo:&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;thought we'd be forever and always&lt;br /&gt;You were serenity&lt;br /&gt;You took away the&lt;br /&gt;bad days&lt;br /&gt;Didn't always treat you right&lt;br /&gt;But it was OK&lt;br /&gt;I do somethin'&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;And you still stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can only go for so long&lt;br /&gt;Doing the one you claim to love wrong&lt;br /&gt;Before too much is enough&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;look up&lt;br /&gt;Find your love gone&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so good together&lt;br /&gt;How&lt;br /&gt;come we could not weather&lt;br /&gt;This storm and just do better&lt;br /&gt;Why did we say&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause lightning don't strike&lt;br /&gt;The same place twice&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;you and I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I felt the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;True love's a gift&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;let it drift&lt;br /&gt;In a storm&lt;br /&gt;Now every night&lt;br /&gt;I feel the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah &amp;amp; Ne-Yo:&lt;br /&gt;C'mon babe can't our love be revived&lt;br /&gt;Bring&lt;br /&gt;it back and we gon' make it right&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the edge just tryin' to survive&lt;br /&gt;As the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow love to lose&lt;br /&gt;We gotta ride it through&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm missin'&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow love to lose&lt;br /&gt;We gotta ride it through&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning don't strike&lt;br /&gt;The same place twice&lt;br /&gt;When you and&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I felt the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;True love's a gift&lt;br /&gt;But we let&lt;br /&gt;it slip&lt;br /&gt;In a storm&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;I feel the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;babe, the angels cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4049883493564141042?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4049883493564141042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4049883493564141042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4049883493564141042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4049883493564141042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-goodbye.html' title='Why goodbye?'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCbFK4rwCFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SovcyMteLwE/s72-c/Deep_deep_sea_by_Sugarock99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-8109327114243634391</id><published>2010-06-27T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:26:58.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCbECWPDO6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/L9cT3zvPy38/s1600/work_2800328_5_flat,550x550,075,f_rainy-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487288740605016994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCbECWPDO6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/L9cT3zvPy38/s320/work_2800328_5_flat,550x550,075,f_rainy-day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I miss you as much as how heavy the rain is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Every single droplets are telling you enough how much i miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-8109327114243634391?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/8109327114243634391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=8109327114243634391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8109327114243634391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8109327114243634391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-you-as-much-as-how-heavy-rain-is.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCbECWPDO6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/L9cT3zvPy38/s72-c/work_2800328_5_flat,550x550,075,f_rainy-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4475266264791190244</id><published>2010-06-26T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:41:16.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many things, can't be described.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCYNOEfM_nI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3W8OywGQRoc/s1600/Bleeding_Roses_by_LoveTheVoid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487087731371474546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCYNOEfM_nI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3W8OywGQRoc/s320/Bleeding_Roses_by_LoveTheVoid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep within me, it's beginning to bleed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone help me out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The feeling is unbearable. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; i've been keeping many things to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It's just too many ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4475266264791190244?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4475266264791190244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4475266264791190244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4475266264791190244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4475266264791190244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/deep-within-me-its-beginning-to-bleed.html' title='Too many things, can&apos;t be described.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCYNOEfM_nI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3W8OywGQRoc/s72-c/Bleeding_Roses_by_LoveTheVoid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3773983276451665226</id><published>2010-06-25T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:38:06.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been living in my own world all this while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCS-NBB1_MI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Gfw1Bu7ftn0/s1600/16l9vfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486719376867851458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCS-NBB1_MI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Gfw1Bu7ftn0/s320/16l9vfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I guess i've changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've become someone who seldom talks now &amp;amp; living in her own world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It became that even things changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, awkward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did this even happen at all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3773983276451665226?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3773983276451665226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3773983276451665226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3773983276451665226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3773983276451665226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-living-in-my-own-world-all.html' title='I&apos;ve been living in my own world all this while.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCS-NBB1_MI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Gfw1Bu7ftn0/s72-c/16l9vfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3349074375140473076</id><published>2010-06-25T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:53:08.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILMOYIVUSEOS/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCSX_TyOATI/AAAAAAAAAa8/P4h3m07rRAg/s1600/twentythree-heart-hearts_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486677359942566194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCSX_TyOATI/AAAAAAAAAa8/P4h3m07rRAg/s320/twentythree-heart-hearts_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Who would've known better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It just seem so far away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;PARK SHIN-HYE` Without words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I shouldn’t have done that,&lt;br /&gt;I should&lt;br /&gt;have pretended not to know&lt;br /&gt;like I didn’t see it, like I couldn’t see it&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t have looked at you in the first place&lt;br /&gt;I should have run away&lt;br /&gt;I should have pretended I wasn’t listening&lt;br /&gt;like I didn’t hear it, like I&lt;br /&gt;couldn’t hear it&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t have heard your love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you made me know what love is&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you gave&lt;br /&gt;me your love&lt;br /&gt;Made me fill myself with your every breath&lt;br /&gt;Then you ran&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, love leaves me&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, love abandons me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to say next&lt;br /&gt;My lips were surprised&lt;br /&gt;It came without a&lt;br /&gt;word&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt continuously?&lt;br /&gt;Except&lt;br /&gt;for the fact that I can’t see you anymore, and that you’re not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, it’ll be just the same like before&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you made&lt;br /&gt;me know what love is&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you gave me your love&lt;br /&gt;Made me fill&lt;br /&gt;myself with your every breath&lt;br /&gt;Then you ran away&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, love&lt;br /&gt;leaves me&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, love abandons me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to say next&lt;br /&gt;My lips were surprised&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, tears starts falling down&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, my heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, I waited for love&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, love hurts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3349074375140473076?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3349074375140473076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3349074375140473076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3349074375140473076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3349074375140473076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/ilmoyivuseos.html' title='ILMOYIVUSEOS/'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCSX_TyOATI/AAAAAAAAAa8/P4h3m07rRAg/s72-c/twentythree-heart-hearts_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1276161548134414241</id><published>2010-06-24T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:52:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'> Looking forward.. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCNsnqCiysI/AAAAAAAAAa0/obnaZIqipCE/s1600/LOST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486348199623051970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCNsnqCiysI/AAAAAAAAAa0/obnaZIqipCE/s320/LOST.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I'm thinking of you now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that it would really come true. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one that i trusted, i hope it'll really come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If not i'll really be many times more disappointed. :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My energy is all used up, i'm not sure of what's going on anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is empty, just like a ballon without it's temperature&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;愛讓我想起你的時候淚禁不住滑落.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;什麽都不要懂　只想繼續做夢&lt;br /&gt;害怕醒來以後　握不住你的手&lt;br /&gt;是誰太不成熟　沒體諒彼此感受&lt;br /&gt;我不停尋找著理由　解釋分手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心好空　像沒溫度的氣球&lt;br /&gt;我的靈魂困在回憶中　動也不能動&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛上你　不需要理由　你到底懂不懂&lt;br /&gt;可是懷念　竟比失去　還要更難受&lt;br /&gt;愛讓我想起你的時候淚禁不住滑落&lt;br /&gt;可惜　你永遠　都不會懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什麽都不要懂　只想繼續做夢&lt;br /&gt;害怕醒來以後　握不住你的手&lt;br /&gt;如果同一秒鐘　你也想起了我&lt;br /&gt;心只要能微微顫抖 就已足夠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;愛上你　不需要理由　你到底懂不懂&lt;br /&gt;可是懷念　竟比失去　還要更難受&lt;br /&gt;愛讓我 想起你的時候　淚禁不住滑落&lt;br /&gt;或許　我永遠　都看不透 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1276161548134414241?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1276161548134414241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1276161548134414241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1276161548134414241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1276161548134414241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-forward.html' title='&lt;i&gt; Looking forward.. &lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCNsnqCiysI/AAAAAAAAAa0/obnaZIqipCE/s72-c/LOST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-8120977897911600428</id><published>2010-06-23T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:42:55.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCIrWhOYGcI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqgQHLVgG34/s1600/Lost_by_photography_key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485994961966471618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCIrWhOYGcI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqgQHLVgG34/s320/Lost_by_photography_key.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When people said that things will be alright, will they really be alright?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because for all i know, a withered flower cannot be put back together ever again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes i turn out to look okay and normal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;at certain point of times, i'm not how i appeared to be. Pretence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It was all behind that face. &amp;amp; it hurts me more when i pretend that it doesn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-8120977897911600428?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/8120977897911600428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=8120977897911600428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8120977897911600428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8120977897911600428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/why.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TCIrWhOYGcI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqgQHLVgG34/s72-c/Lost_by_photography_key.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-9001112147352236628</id><published>2010-06-21T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:06:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears do fall unexpectedly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TB-JHX1EPuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zmXyZbNntJ4/s1600/franklin_trees_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485253630909234914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TB-JHX1EPuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zmXyZbNntJ4/s320/franklin_trees_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;em&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting all over to tear myself to sleep, how did this ever happen this time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;                    &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; here i am posting words with all of my emotions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling so lost now, and i do not know what to do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suppose no one could tell me what to do? It's because for all i know now, i'm all alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the whole group, i'm all alone now. I've got no one whom i can share my doubts with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for now, i just need someone to keep motivating me non-stop because i know i can't do it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on my own &amp;amp; i can never do this on my own. I'm really tired of this feeling here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does this hurt so much? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now i know that relying too much hurts even more than anything...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-9001112147352236628?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/9001112147352236628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=9001112147352236628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/9001112147352236628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/9001112147352236628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/tears-do-fall-unexpectedly.html' title='Tears do fall unexpectedly..'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TB-JHX1EPuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zmXyZbNntJ4/s72-c/franklin_trees_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-8926652014979186696</id><published>2010-06-20T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:29:00.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't swim on my own, it's too much. Feels like i'm drowning without your presence..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TB35hkvMUFI/AAAAAAAAAaM/5JTeGOloZfY/s1600/Photography_love_IIIIIII_by_Nymagirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484814276399747154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TB35hkvMUFI/AAAAAAAAAaM/5JTeGOloZfY/s320/Photography_love_IIIIIII_by_Nymagirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Even if i do not know how to feel towards things anymore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;but i can tell you that i still love you like i'd always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I really miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;There is one pain i often feel which you will never know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;because it is caused by you..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-8926652014979186696?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/8926652014979186696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=8926652014979186696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8926652014979186696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8926652014979186696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-swim-on-my-own-its-too-much.html' title='I can&apos;t swim on my own, it&apos;s too much. Feels like i&apos;m drowning without your presence..'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TB35hkvMUFI/AAAAAAAAAaM/5JTeGOloZfY/s72-c/Photography_love_IIIIIII_by_Nymagirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3576494305405483977</id><published>2010-06-20T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:42:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm overboard and i need your love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TB2o-dhUoSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CkvoN0E4eTc/s1600/tumblr_l2tztbHLBG1qzhcgro1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484725712236880162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TB2o-dhUoSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CkvoN0E4eTc/s320/tumblr_l2tztbHLBG1qzhcgro1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm beginning to not know how to feel towards things anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What's this feeling, it's so confusing and i feel lost. I do not know what to do anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It feels like weve been out at sea&lt;br /&gt;So back and forth thats how its seems&lt;br /&gt;Whoa and when I want to talk&lt;br /&gt;you say to me&lt;br /&gt;That if its meant to be, it will be&lt;br /&gt;So crazy in this thing we call love&lt;br /&gt;The love that we got that we just cant give up&lt;br /&gt;Im reaching out for you tell me&lt;br /&gt;out here in the water and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im overboard and I need your love&lt;br /&gt;Pull me up&lt;br /&gt;I cant swim on my own&lt;br /&gt;Its to much&lt;br /&gt;Feels like Im drowning without your love&lt;br /&gt;So throw yourself out to me&lt;br /&gt;My life saver&lt;br /&gt;Life saver&lt;br /&gt;Oh life saver&lt;br /&gt;My life saver&lt;br /&gt;Life saver&lt;br /&gt;Oh life saver oh wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never understand you when you say&lt;br /&gt;Wanting me to met you half way.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like I was doing my part&lt;br /&gt;Get bringing your coming up short&lt;br /&gt;Funny how these thing change&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crazy in this love we call love&lt;br /&gt;and now that we got it&lt;br /&gt;we just cant give up&lt;br /&gt;Im reaching out for ya&lt;br /&gt;Got me out here in the water and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im overboard&lt;br /&gt;And I need your love&lt;br /&gt;Pull me up (Pull me up)&lt;br /&gt;I cant swim on my own&lt;br /&gt;Its to much (Its to much)&lt;br /&gt;Feels like Im drowning without your love&lt;br /&gt;So throw yourself out to me&lt;br /&gt;My life saver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to be some give and take I know.&lt;br /&gt;Your only taking and not given any more&lt;br /&gt;So what will I do? (So what will I do?)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I still love you. (Still love you Baby)&lt;br /&gt;Youre the only one who can save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im overboard&lt;br /&gt;And I need your love&lt;br /&gt;Pull me up (Pull me up)&lt;br /&gt;I cant swim on my own&lt;br /&gt;Its to much (Its to much)&lt;br /&gt;Feels like Im drowning (Im drowning baby Im drowning)without your love&lt;br /&gt;So throw yourself out to me (Cant swim)&lt;br /&gt;My life saver&lt;br /&gt;Life saver&lt;br /&gt;Oh life saver&lt;br /&gt;My life saver&lt;br /&gt;(Its crazy, crazy crazy, yeah) Life saver&lt;br /&gt;Oh life saver&lt;br /&gt;Oh life saver&lt;br /&gt;Oh life saver&lt;br /&gt;Oh life saver&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3576494305405483977?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3576494305405483977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3576494305405483977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3576494305405483977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3576494305405483977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-overboard-and-i-need-your-love.html' title='I&apos;m overboard and i need your love.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/TB2o-dhUoSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CkvoN0E4eTc/s72-c/tumblr_l2tztbHLBG1qzhcgro1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2862567490386707605</id><published>2010-06-08T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:52:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年6月8日, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd lost the grip i had on the cliff. Fallen. Fallen straight down from a height. I've no idea what to do now. I need someone right now. When running, flashback of what had happened over the years. It's just me, my stupidity. The problem is with me. I'm sorry. It's because of all those stupidity that i've caused hurt to myself over and over and over again. It's because when it comes to trust, i feel reluctant. Hesitation. Doubt. It's really difficult because i felt that we're at a distance. We seemed to be very far, far away. I'm not sure why. I've been feeling very uneasy for almost a month, what else can i do? I never know why i just felt shut down right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Again, i sat in the park looking at the surroundings. Deep thoughts. Thinking, what made me this way? Uncontrollable tears. What should i do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend is one who knows who you are,&lt;br /&gt;understands where you have been,&lt;br /&gt;accepts what you have become,&lt;br /&gt;and still gently allows you to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is a fragile thread that binds us together,&lt;br /&gt;so handle it with care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend is one who knows who you are,&lt;br /&gt;understands where you have been,&lt;br /&gt;accepts what you have become,&lt;br /&gt;and still gently allows you to grow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;I'm lost, not found..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2862567490386707605?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2862567490386707605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2862567490386707605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2862567490386707605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2862567490386707605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/201068-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4245420625036116133</id><published>2010-06-07T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:37:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe someday, you'll find me walking around aimlessly at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe someday, you'll find me running at night non-stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe one day, i would get tired of all these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It might be that day when i'm really tired and it's the time when it really hit me deep down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It might be the day when things really turn out bad after all accumulation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It is the day when my heart really breaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;This is the time when all things happen at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4245420625036116133?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4245420625036116133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4245420625036116133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4245420625036116133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4245420625036116133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-someday-youll-find-me-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1142121144224789402</id><published>2010-06-06T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:05:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A screwed up day! :)      /我落淚。情緒零碎</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年6月6日, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;         I guess i was right. I expected this kind of thing will happen. Yes, it's because someone said it. I didn't believe it at first, but now i do. Why must this kind of thing happen only now after so many years? Almost 10 years? It really hurts alot. I just don't know why. Yes, we are drifting far far and further away from each other. I don't know how to change this. How? I've been hurt time and time again because of this. Who could help me? Today, i waited straight after i'm done with my cooking. Waited to be told to meet. In the end, waited for so long and then was told that i wasn't needed anymore. How heartbreaking this is. I ain't sure if i've been thinking too much. But how could you be so cruel to let our friendship go like that? I don't understand. In the end, i went "talking" to the nature. Then i went sitting alone for almost an hour crying like an idiot/retard/insane woman. It's a 10years worth of tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;       I already felt that my heart was so tensed up and felt sour. Next the practical, screwed then comes to this. It's just a total screwed up day. Really. Why whenever i need someone, no one seem to appear? No one seem to bother? No one. Why is it that i always say it's okay and let it go like this when i'm not okay at all? Why am i always the one being rejected? It have been so frequent that i'm getting used to. I don't want this to happen at all. No one would ever know how i'm feeling now. Not at all. The people i've trusted so much just hurt me like that. Why? They don't even read my blog at all i suppose. Now, i really don't know who to trust at all. I'm lost. I really do not know what to do anymore. Why must i always talk to the nature when i'm down? Why must i always turn to running just to make myself feel better? Hey, i'm a human here. I need conforting and consoling just like anyone else do. I do need consoling hugs. I'm not who i appear to be at times. I do need someone who can just sit there with me just to accompany me. Why do i ever have to turn to a non-living thing like a blog here whenever i'm feeling down/upset/depressed? Why? Am i taken for granted? Can i trust you? How can you make me believe that i can trust you? It's because there's no one i can trust anymore. Not even myself.  I don't want to get hurt ever again. That feeling sucks you know? And while typing i'm crying again like mad. I just can't stop it from happening. It's because this hurts alot more than you can think of. Who can i turn to now? Not the forest definitely. I just need you to be there for me like how i've always and had been doing. I'm really really very lost. And why is it that when i've become happier and now being pushed back down again. There i am standing alone, while each of you have each other. What is that feeling like?  I hate that feeling the most, seriously. When can i ever feel happy just like i always did before? I don't like to be the one who's called the emo one. I'm not. Everytime when i've moved on and became happier, things happen. Why? Do you even care? I've been wanting to ask you that. Anway, i'm not only referring to one person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;          Believe it or not? I've been crying for an hour or more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;fuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1142121144224789402?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1142121144224789402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1142121144224789402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1142121144224789402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1142121144224789402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/screwed-up-day.html' title='A screwed up day! :)      /我落淚。情緒零碎'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7881245657084238819</id><published>2010-06-01T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:37:11.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年6月1日, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY JUNE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm starting to dislike school more and more. I'm really really really very tired. F u c k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;baby, i miss you so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7881245657084238819?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7881245657084238819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7881245657084238819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7881245657084238819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7881245657084238819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/06/201061-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6055000599938397399</id><published>2010-05-28T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:16:57.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water fountain, if you know what it really means here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年5月28日, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; it's friday. Not looking forward to anything at all. Not at all. I'm just very tired, i feel like sleeping for the rest of my life and never wake up. I need my sleep. I don't know why but after i heard the priest talking about something that was something that's in me now. I looked down and held my tears. It's kinda stupid to let that happen. &amp;amp; yes like who knows, people would think that i'm some attention seeker or whatsoever. Please, i'm not one okay. I don't know what brought me real down since the beginning of the year. Maybe i guess it's studies. It's the one that changed me and brought me real down. I've changed, yes very much. Like who even realised it? Who even cares? No one. Because, everyone are busy with their own stuffs. Like, woah no one existed at all. Yes you can say that i'm unreasonable but hey, i'm human too. I do have feelings in me. Everyone seem to have something to talk about. Then all i could do is to do my own things, what else can i do? Just keep quiet. &amp;amp; so far only one person realise that i'm so quiet now. That person finds it weird too. It's so not me, yes and that i know. I'd always wanted to really enjoy myself outside school. But none seem to work. That includes when i'm home too. It's like now everything i just keep them to myself. No one even cares at all. Yes you can say that there are people who love me. Yes it's true. But in the real world, who's not selfish? Everyone is. &amp;amp; yeah, the only person or rather thing i can "voice" out to would be a non-living thing. Sad huh? Who really actually cared. I can't bring myself to trust and believe anyone anymore. There are and were so many setbacks that caused me to be like this. I don't want to be hurt again. It really hurts alot. Who really care what others feel. At times when i'm out and people ask why am i like that and am i tired? Or hey what happen to you? I would just simply say, oh im just very tired. At certain times it's really true but sometims it's not. It's just a lie. It may seem like i feel happy and keep smiling when i start to tone myself down, but one thing, i'm not okay. Like who would say, oh i'm feeling damn sad, depressed and feeling like shit? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it man. Yes, i'm changing now for good. I hate it. I hate myself to the core. I hate living. No one would ever know the way i'm feeling now typing this shit and not doing my work. I'm really tired and i want to sleep. But i've been holding onto it for a very long time, i need to let out. I've cried to sleep for two nights and had not been having enough sleep for the past few weeks. I'm now afraid, afraid of everything. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i would fall, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i would get hurt again. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; things will not turn to be the way i desired. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; simply, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And yes, i need my motivation, i need someone with me. Staying by my side giving me the support that i need. I'm helpless not. I'm somehow got myself to support myself mentally, but it just don't work. Failfailfailfail. What shit is that. Rubbish totally. Wtf. I tried my very best to support myself, but it just keep going &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;down &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;down &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;down and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;who would ever know what i'm feeling now? I seem to feel the way in appearance, but you're really wrong..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6055000599938397399?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6055000599938397399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6055000599938397399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6055000599938397399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6055000599938397399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/05/water-fountain-if-you-know-what-it.html' title='Water fountain, if you know what it really means here.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6474199855362565038</id><published>2010-05-23T13:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:18:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我落淚。情緒零碎</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年5月23日, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;A blink of eye the month of May is coming to an end soon. I'm sure enough this sucks to the core. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, this really sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Love, Closed my eyes and couldn't sleep for a few nights. Why? Not sure though. Something inside me is stirring. The feeling that is unable to describe. Tears rolled down for no reason. It seemed like we are far far away now. Distance, distant. Where is it now? I need you, imy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know it is only a one-sided thing, but it had been so long. I don't know why but it's still in me. It never left me at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Friendship, people walk in and out of your life.That feeling sucks huh? Well, be careful with who you are meeting. I've found out many things and yeah it really sucks to know about things you had been wondering for a few months. Wow, how great can that be? Okay, put the bad things aside, i'm tired of all those rubbish. I'm not saying anything bad or what but i just feel that we are falling apart. I feel there's gap inbetween us. I hope the gap will be healed and get back to where we were before. Is it possible and will it be possible? I guess i'm thinking too much. Well.. I also wish that someone would be there motivating me all the way. I'm lack of that now. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Motivation, i can't find my motivation still and nothing seem to work. Where are you Mr/Miss motivation? I need you now! :S I can't stand it. The feeling is intolerable. The feeling inside me is killing me, it made me cry to sleep almost everyday now and could not sleep properly. I'm tired, really worn out. Who could help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone if your heart still does. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when I pour my heart out to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure it shows, that I love you more than you'll ever know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;It's harder than you know, i love you...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6474199855362565038?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6474199855362565038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6474199855362565038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6474199855362565038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6474199855362565038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='我落淚。情緒零碎'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6344092626846594878</id><published>2010-05-18T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:41:01.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead and never come back. GOODBYE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm visiting myself in a far far away place.. Somewhere where i'll be free. Dead. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;somewhat "preparing" a funeral for myself.  HAHAHAHAHAH :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, no one visits here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;you'll never know how much i feel towards you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6344092626846594878?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6344092626846594878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6344092626846594878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6344092626846594878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6344092626846594878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-visiting-myself-in-far-far-away.html' title='Dead and never come back. GOODBYE.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-8021956837993871609</id><published>2010-05-17T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:15:50.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSECURITIES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am i thinking too much or it's true? Everyone's changing. I'm beginning not to understand anymore. Drifting. Distant. It's the spark and start of a fire. Hope this could come to an end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-8021956837993871609?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/8021956837993871609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=8021956837993871609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8021956837993871609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8021956837993871609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/05/insecurities.html' title='INSECURITIES.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-384060653145238645</id><published>2010-05-08T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:33:33.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray that i won't die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年5月8日, Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Oh hey!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;This is seriously awful. Everything seemed to be &lt;em&gt;s c r e w e d u p,&lt;/em&gt; screwed totally s c r e w e d. How bad could that be? Yes, english is purely intolerable. That goes for the three or two papers i've took before that, which is on thursday. D a m n, i just can't take it. :(  All motivation gone. &amp;amp; My brother just can't seriously preorder jay chou's album quick. Can't he sensed that i kept chasing him for that and something's wrong already? :( I need that for my motivation! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Also, i think i'm already losing myself. Losing everything that's in me. I've lost interest in many things already... One day, i might be gone. I need to be saved. Damnit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels:&lt;em&gt; I miss, you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-384060653145238645?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/384060653145238645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=384060653145238645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/384060653145238645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/384060653145238645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/05/pray-that-i-wont-die.html' title='Pray that i won&apos;t die.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4414515270154001568</id><published>2010-05-06T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:44:12.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年5月6日, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Exams exams exams exams start officially today. Kinda screwed up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;3 papers, and 1 out of 3 able to finish. :/ How bad is that? :( Oh well, it's just mid years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Need to do time management dude! Dang dang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;I just can't help myself from thinking of you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4414515270154001568?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4414515270154001568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4414515270154001568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4414515270154001568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4414515270154001568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/05/201056-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6982523470229036761</id><published>2010-05-04T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:11:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年5月4日, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Yay, i'm so so so so so so so so happpppppppppppppy because jay chou's album is releasing soon! :) :) :) :) Isn't it cool or what! I can't wait! He's like my motivation, his album for now. Previously was his concert, but couldn't go due to some reasons. ): ): ): Thought i could use that to motivate myself to work doubly hard for MYE. But oh well. :{ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Why does your heart hurt so bad when you miss someone? Why does it hurt so bad when the other side is feeling so unhappy? Why must i feel the way i'm feeling now? Why? Why do i feel like crying at certain point of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;爱一个人有时好累。爱一个人必须有等待。等待也会累。但，这就是在爱情里所付出的代价。现在所可以做的就是等待。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sun can have the sky and it wouldnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;The night can have its stars and i woudnt care.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow can be majestic yet remain empty,&lt;br /&gt;for it simply wouldnt matter without you there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Just so you know, this feeling's taking control of me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6982523470229036761?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6982523470229036761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6982523470229036761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6982523470229036761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6982523470229036761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/05/201054-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7716680993350038298</id><published>2010-04-30T15:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:05:09.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'> Breaking. Apart. Screwed. Breathless. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年4月30日, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know you are useless, would you try your best to prove otherwise? When you know you're licked, would you work hard? When you feel that everything's falling apart, what would you do? When you feel that you're going to cry, what would you do? As for me, i do not know. I've got no answer to all of these because it's hard for me to know what am i feeling and hard to tell myself. What would you do if so many things happen at the same time? Screw it, seriously screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;"It is the distance that makes life a little hard.&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;minds that once were close&lt;br /&gt;are now so many miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;I will not&lt;br /&gt;falter though, I'll hold on 'til you're home&lt;br /&gt;- safely back where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;See how our love has grown?&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone; I'll wait till the end of&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;Open your mind, surely it's plain to see,&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone; I'll&lt;br /&gt;wait 'til the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;Open your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, there's time for me and&lt;br /&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;"Why is it that when you miss someone so much that your heart is ready to disintegrate, you hear the saddest song on the radio?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7716680993350038298?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7716680993350038298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7716680993350038298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7716680993350038298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7716680993350038298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-apart-screwed-breathless.html' title='&lt;i&gt; Breaking. Apart. Screwed. Breathless. &lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2975854403164953168</id><published>2010-04-28T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:35:33.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's racing, please slow down, i gotta find my way out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年4月28日, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another day in the middle of the week. Yes, it's tiring much. I guess i'm falling sick soon, tired out, dead. Midyears are here like real soon soon! Fast isn't it? &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yup, i think i'm so so so going to fail. But well, i should just not waste time and work hard! But i'm still scared! :/ Dang. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever encounter when someone two-faced you, backstab and betrayed you straight and pretended nothing ever happened? Have you ever wonder how would that feel? Have you ever thought of it happening it to you? Imagine you were on the best terms at first, then slowly as it progressed, it just went off like that? Well, you may be best of friends then slowly quarrels will arise and the only way to settle problems is to just stay as classmates. What logic could that be? Imagine one day your good friend just did that to you and leave you and bad mouth you behind your backs and nothing's really settled on your side? Then after a while, you can be on good terms over again and pretended nothing happened and that person didn't do anything to you at that moment and you thought they did not do anything behind your back before? In front of you now, they would act that they are innocent and you'll fall for it. Then again, for no reason, you could be treated like trash and then the vicious cycle repeats. Now only you know that during the conflict you had before was something somehow bad and you know nothing about it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you could say that i'm dumb enough. Dumb is the only word to describe me. Oh well, i'm not sure why i was thinking about all these when i was walking to school. I'm tired, really tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"The sun can have the sky and it wouldnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;The night can have its stars and i woudnt care.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow can be majestic yet remain empty,&lt;br /&gt;for it simply wouldnt matter without you there. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love that we cannot have&lt;br /&gt;is the one that lasts the longest,&lt;br /&gt;hurts the deepest and feels the strongest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"true love leaves a memory no one&lt;br /&gt;can steal and a heartache no one can heal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Saranghaeyo&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2975854403164953168?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2975854403164953168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2975854403164953168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2975854403164953168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2975854403164953168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/04/times-racing-please-slow-down-i-gotta.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Time&apos;s racing, please slow down, i gotta find my way out..&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4593016678463470549</id><published>2010-04-18T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:46:45.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年4月18日, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there once again. Yup, i supposed things are going quite alright. It's just that feelings stays the same. I don't know why but it just won't leave me. It refused to leave me. I read someone's blog and kinda keep me thinking of what i wanna do. Well, it's difficult huh. I'm not sure what i'm doing and what i want. All i need is just focus on my studies. B'cos i know God had already planned things for me, just not sure what's his plan. I guess i leave it to God. I hope it's what i asked for.But well, this feeling is stubborn enough. It's not me, i want it to leave but it just won't go. I guess, it'll live with me. Well. Yes and midyears' coming. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;"Sometimes, fate has&lt;br /&gt;a cruel way of&lt;br /&gt;putting things together.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better&lt;br /&gt;if people just give up&lt;br /&gt;when there's no point&lt;br /&gt;in fighting for something anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When the ship&lt;br /&gt;has finally sailed,&lt;br /&gt;only a fool would go after&lt;br /&gt;when it's already miles away.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;it's a lot better to be a fool&lt;br /&gt;to go after what&lt;br /&gt;we want and need,&lt;br /&gt;rather than to regret&lt;br /&gt;everything in the end&lt;br /&gt;because we never even tried.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels:&lt;em&gt; 爱上你不需要理由你到底懂不懂。。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4593016678463470549?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4593016678463470549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4593016678463470549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4593016678463470549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4593016678463470549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/04/2010418-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4933115469437614928</id><published>2010-04-12T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:29:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年4月12日, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Everything's subsiding somehow, time's running out anytime. But however, that particular thing will not leave me. I've found no reason to that but it just fails to leave me. It's torturous and it makes me feel like dying anytime. Not sure why but it seemed like to me, i'm wearing a mask almost everyday. I mean hiding myself away. Yes, i'm struggling with the books. No one knows hur? There are more things happening though. But who could stop it? No one. The only thing i can do it's that, to not be bothered about it so much and live on. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway, some quotes i found, again. Here it is : &lt;em&gt;"Love don't cost a thing" except a lot of tears,a broken heart, and wasted years."&lt;/em&gt; and "&lt;em&gt;true love leaves a memory no one can steal and a heartache no one can heal&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She held on with this feeling, looked into the sky with her worn out eyes... This would never come true, she knew it herself but she could not let go as she has somehow given all her heart. No matter how much her heart hurts, how many times it breaks, she still lived with it and carry on the days. Sometimes she had all courage to accomplish things. Sometimes, things taste sweet. However most of the time things taste sour, bitter and sometimes tasteless. She wished that she own a star as she could wish upon it and make her wishes come true. She loses her feelings at certain point of time. It remains the same for a period of time. &lt;strong&gt;It &lt;/strong&gt;gave her courage to move on daily. Hope it would last..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels : &lt;em&gt;Maybe it's two better than one..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4933115469437614928?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4933115469437614928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4933115469437614928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4933115469437614928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4933115469437614928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/04/2010412-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2078821842268240573</id><published>2010-04-03T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:34:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年4月3日, Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Oh hi! (: I'm kinda happy but i don't know why. Haha oh well. &amp;amp; yes it's already April! Oh well, and i have already updated some photos in facebook.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I miss Vietnam&lt;/span&gt; ): Sighs. Okay, actually i've got nothing much to say. But just wanna say, imissyou. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;"I needed sunshine in my days&lt;br /&gt;something to wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;I saw a very gentle side of him&lt;br /&gt;That took my heart&lt;br /&gt;and Made it sing&lt;br /&gt;I wish he’d run away&lt;br /&gt;And hide with me&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than it seems&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t show I love him&lt;br /&gt;and He doesn’t know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;It's harder than you'd ever know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2078821842268240573?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2078821842268240573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2078821842268240573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2078821842268240573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2078821842268240573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/04/201043-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1104602473701939632</id><published>2010-03-28T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:26:50.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nowhere else i belong to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年3月28日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hey, it's a start of a new week. I thought i could get rid of this stress shit out of me but it failed. Who knows, only God knows. I've been trying to hide all things away but end up hurting myself more. Hey girl, this can't go on. But who can i turn to? Who can i share this daily feeling i'm having? There's no one. I wished i'm having a holiday now and i wish to go to places where i can be alone peacefully, that's where i've always wanted to be. But i'm stuck in this shit here. Why must education began in the first place? I really really want to give up. Oh hell yeah i'm so smart, yeah smart. I feel so dumb, there's so many things i don't know about. Like thank myself alot that i fell sick and ended up like this. What nonsense? Or wait, should i feel happy? Hell no, i thought i could take the chance to get more sleep but nope. Was busy with stuffs. I always thought every weekends would be the days that i can leave my problems aside and be happy for that two days, just two days. But see what happen, like today? It sucks. Damn it. The only person to blame is me. I think i should stay away for awhile, i guess. I really need it. B'cos i realise that no one else can help me alrd. No one. I'm sorry to say but now i'm feeling like this, like shit. I'm so sorry to say but i just feel that it doesnt pay to be kind. That have to blame myself like really. I think, i.should.end.it.right.here. At many times i feel like dying. Yes, you can say that i'm dumb enough but well, i really do. &amp;amp; i really am one. There's no one else who knows, no one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1104602473701939632?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1104602473701939632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1104602473701939632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1104602473701939632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1104602473701939632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-nowhere-else-i-belong-to.html' title='There&apos;s nowhere else i belong to..'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7312664759706986620</id><published>2010-03-23T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:26:31.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fkocyuu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年3月23日,Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hi, yes i just came back from vietnam two days ago. The trip's really enjoyable and beneficial. Lifetime lessons ever that you'll never learn from school. Through real experiences, you'll gain knowledge and tend to change for the better. We visited many places, sight-seeing and of course activities with the province's children there. They really felt real happy. &lt;em&gt;They touched my heart and i change their life. &lt;/em&gt;We really make a difference there. Especially the village at Long Dien's mountain, it's really shocking. I mean i saw the situation on tv but not with my own eyes in fact. We were giving out sweets and walking to and fro. The only thing i did was holding the two packets of sweets and walk in daze. I felt like crying. Just that i could not. What i saw was really heartbreaking. I wish that someday, someone could reach out for them more. I know they would not be able to adapt, but at least provide them with sufficient food, sanitation and clothes. As for the children in Ming Hung and Long Dien, we people really touched and change their lifes. Despite being poor/without their parents by their side/limited amount of entertainment ecetera, they live happily and seemed so relaxed. They are satisfied with what they have. Unlike us, we are satisfied but not enough and we ask for more. A girl of the name Tang Chi, she's glued to me, i bet she miss me b'cos i do. She's real adorable. I gave her my pair of ear studs. I suppose she'll treasure them. The children at Long Dien are super adorable too, they just could not let you go. But we were left with no choice and left seeing their teary, watery and puffy eyes. They had became our children somehow. We played with them for two days you can say. I wished life was like that here. How carefree, nothing to worry. Well, it's just my wishful thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you ever felt like you want to leave everything behind and just leave? Have you ever thought of cutting yourself and bleed to death? Have you ever have the thoughts of killing yourself? Have you ever wonder how much pain i'm going through now? Fuck. I should have studied harder when i was in P6. I wished i'm much much more smarter. I wished that i'm waiting to enter poly now. I wished i've already taken my O's. I wish for many stuffs. Even dying. Wow. Fcuk. I'm seriously very tired, very very tired. I want to sleep. I've not been sleeping well for like 3weeks or more. I need my sleep like seriously. How? I wished that i'm having holidays now. Damn, i feel that i'm such a loser/sucker. See,all my friends are having holidays now.. I wished i'd too. I can't take it anymore. Yes, they kept "showing off" that they're having holidays. A few times would be fine. But seriously, i can't take it. It made me feel so dumb. Like i'm like the only sucker/loser taking O's among them? I feel like mia-ing from sch for a period of time. I should have chosen another path instead. I somehow regretted and somehow not. No one knows how i feel. I need to sleep. I need to catch up on my work. Damn. Argh, God please help me ): I'm dying here. I wished that i could see you and hug you. B'cos i want to tell you things personally. &amp;amp; ytd, i was just tired but i didn't know why people would think that i'm pms-ing. I wasn't. Maybe i was just pissed off with (insert name). I can't stand (insert name) too,throughout the whole trip and till now too and previously too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Argh, fcuk this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;you'll never understand a person until you climb into their skin and walk around it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7312664759706986620?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7312664759706986620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7312664759706986620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7312664759706986620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7312664759706986620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/03/2010323tuesday.html' title='&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fkocyuu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1203173746284493411</id><published>2010-03-12T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:41:37.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年3月12日,Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY SUPER SUPER SUPER SWEET 17TH BIRTHDAY MARIANNE LIM! (hearts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Oh hi! Oh yes, this is the 3rd day close to 4th day that i've not gone to school. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;How sad right? I was absent from school on Monday and Tuesday,went to school on Wednesday, and Thursday, half of the day. &amp;amp; of course, i didn't go to school today too. Darn it, i've missed quite alot of lessons and i will be missing lessons too during the hols. I don't know what's wrong but i just feel so sick and weak, together with cough, flu, headache, sore throat. Beat that, how bad and awful can i feel? &amp;amp; yes, i suppose my results for my common test really suck big time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Fear not,it's only the start. But how long can this go on? I really missed alot of lessons. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm leaving for vietnam in two days time, hope it'll be a good trip there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway,there are many things that's happening. But a few of them are already down. Like, school stuffs, bookmarks/cards for vietnam trip? But bet there'll be more. Ah well, just shoot all of them down like seriouslly. Oh well. Time's really running out. There are many things i've not done. Darn, i should be resting now ): Oh well. Jo left for US this evening, hope she'll have a great time there and be safe of course! I will see her in a week's time, miss her! Meh's leaving for bangkok on sunday too. Hmm, then i'll be leaving on monday. Sadly, elize'll be left here alone. But don't worry babe! I'll be back by saturday! And of course i will miss the others too! Consbaby, you're one of them! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In actual fact,i told you that it's already gone but it's still living in me. I still do ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels&lt;em&gt; : it's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1203173746284493411?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1203173746284493411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1203173746284493411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1203173746284493411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1203173746284493411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/03/2010312friday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6576586523371086365</id><published>2010-03-01T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:38:46.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年3月1日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hello March! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Did i ever say that now i always have the thinking of just giving up and why not just go straight to ite? Well, i always had. Mathematics' getting tougher, in some way, maybe not? English is getting even tougher, it's like an alien to me now, that's all i can say. Sciences, chemistry i think i'm dying in it. Anyway, there would be essay questions for sciences now. Sigh, what's more to come? Many things, really many things in life now is getting tougher, that's all i can say. Thank goodness i have something to vent and rant at. Because for all i know now,when i really want to talk about things, maybe tell a friend or something, i just can't be bothered and even keep them to myself. I'm not sure of what's happening to me now. Who will know? If something really happen, i will just shut my mouth and keep quiet even for the whole day. I'm serious. Anyway, i have chosen this path, so i will suffer with it. No point. What if i transfer to ite now, i'm sure of myself i would regret and would even want to transfer back. So what's the use? Oh well, many things are happening. I'm not sure of what's going to happen next. But i hope GOD would be with me all the time, guiding me and telling me what to do. B'cos i'm not surre what can i do now. I'm so sorry, really and truly sorry for the things that happened. I'm not sure why but i'm just thinking about it this way. This really sucks. Maybe all these were supposed to make me stronger. But why? It's really tough. Anytime i just feel like crying. Though i got no one to hug, i would always hug my teddy bear, and sometimes i would cry myself to sleep. Okay, this sounds real stupid. There are many things that i've made my decision and only myself know it well enough. Yes, certain things are still laying around and not gone at all. Sometimes, i would get upset after certain things have been revealed. Oh well, i hope GOD's really giving me the real signs and i hope and pray that they are the true signs. I love you GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;you are of your own talent,do what you think is right then you'll feel the sense of achievement..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6576586523371086365?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6576586523371086365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6576586523371086365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6576586523371086365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6576586523371086365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/03/201031monday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3869998807324396648</id><published>2010-02-28T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:58:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope this could be over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年2月28日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey, it's the last day of february and chinese new year. Soon we'll be saying hello to march. The time just passes so fast. Soon in two weeks time, i'll be leaving for vietnam for the mission trip. Hope i will learn extra new things from the trip, life experience &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; of course i need a break. Thank goodness it's only march. But i still need to keep up with studies which now i'm dying in it. ): English is a oh-no-anytime-can-die kind of subject now. Seriously now so many things are happening,it's bad enough. I already had a bad intuition that something bad would happen today. Honestly speaking, i'm really very tired already.. Not feeling well still and that sucks. It's almost 2weeks. Hope i'll get well soon, &lt;em&gt;*closes eyes tight and pray*.&lt;/em&gt; Yes and you can say that many things are in my mind now. I don't know why i teared like seriously, no answer to that. What's worse was i vomitted the water i drank just now. My brother was even asking me am i so quiet. Anyway, i think i shouldn't use the f word no more. What's the point right? Ohyes, things are somehow settled for me already but why am i still feel this way? Why? I just don't get it.  I'm really disappointed with myself. Seriously very very very disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm really sorry, very sorry, seriously very sorry, so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes my loan of vietnamnese book is getting to no where. It's a sign that i've to buy it. There's really many things i need to let out. Really. Anyway, i don't understand why people can be so ignorant. Firstly we were that close, now no more. I just don't get it. Sometimes, it doesn't pay to be nice. The nicer you are, the "nicer" the treatment. Really. I hate this. Somehow i wish i could be a blind or deaf person. How i wished i could. I rather to be one and let another person take my eyes and see the world that they have not seen before.&lt;em&gt; I wish you could be better..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3869998807324396648?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3869998807324396648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3869998807324396648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3869998807324396648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3869998807324396648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/02/it.html' title='I hope this could be over...'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3683512282254972656</id><published>2010-02-23T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:12:38.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年2月23日,Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Oh hi! Well it had been such a long time or rather a month that i've blogged huh. Oh well. Things are moving on. But it's moving fast i can say. There are many things on my mind now. I just don't know why now,even though there's many things that's going on and i want to let it out. I just can't. Somehow, i've got no idea what made me this way. Like i just feel that i can't be bothered to say out. There are many things that i want to let it out. It's really bothering me deep now. I'm not sure either. I'm just tired now. Thanks to the stupid flu cough and sore throat. Thanks alot man. Seriously i have more things to say than this but however i think i should just keep it and leave the way it is now. Oh yes, anyway, i just came here to say, i won't be online for this few days, i don't know why. I just got no mood to do so. Who would have known the reason why. Neither do i. Oh well, although i'm here now but it's just for this post.. Only this post. Alright, anything just give me a call or text me ya? (: Oh yes, and english, social studies and mathematics' common test are over. But still, there's still sciences this friday. There'll be f&amp;amp;n test tmr. Dang, so many tests. This week's really packed. I can't take it. I need a break. I need sleep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Okay, i'd better get going. Anything just give me a call or msg me ya! Love you and miss ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;consbabbbbbby&lt;/em&gt;, if you're reading this please please, i hope to see you this saturday for dinner kay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels:&lt;em&gt; I was never wrong about my intuition,it's really true..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3683512282254972656?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3683512282254972656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3683512282254972656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3683512282254972656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3683512282254972656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010223tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-5082094878336516695</id><published>2010-01-23T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:49:25.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've got over it. Really trust me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年01月23日, Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CORNscience! HAHAHHAHAHA. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;hey! I don't know if you'd read this, but i can tell you seriously, i let it out, i felt better. I mean, i'm letting go and have already let go of the feeling. I can promise you that. I don't wish to lose a close friend like you just like that. I hope we can be how we used to be, i pray for that. I really wish we could be that close friends ever again. Okay, it sounds kinda wrong but yeah, it's really from the bottom of my heart. I know it's wrong to have that feeling. I wish to have you back as my super close friend again, okay? It was just that the past few days, i've been feeling real down. HAPPY FRIENDSHIP FOREVER! &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: I really really swear, i've gotten over you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-5082094878336516695?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/5082094878336516695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=5082094878336516695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/5082094878336516695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/5082094878336516695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-got-over-it.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7774766109394142497</id><published>2010-01-14T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:55:43.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know how to feel anymore..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年01月14日, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Now, it's the second week of school, the fourth day. I thought things could get better, but still, it's the same. More pressure than before.. I can't take it anymore. ): Of what happened today, i mean nothing happened, but it's just me. During chemistry, i really felt like crying, like who would? It's seriously very pressurizing, very very. I can't take it no more ): I can't stand it. I'm so going to break down. How now? ): My brain ain't working at all. Nothing goes in. I felt like a block, that's all. How? ): I feel like giving up ): How? But, i've come so far, and i have to carry on.. Bcos this is the path i chose. But how? Should i give up? ): I can't take it.. Ahhhhh, howww? Who can help me? I really need to speed up now. Damn, all the negative thoughts are visiting me again. I can't! Argh. I don't know what's with me at all. I can't think. So many things are going on!! Many many many of them ):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels:&lt;em&gt; i'm so into you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7774766109394142497?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7774766109394142497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7774766109394142497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7774766109394142497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7774766109394142497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know-how-to-feel-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4127392363893004208</id><published>2010-01-04T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:08:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You'll never know how much it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2010年01月04日, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Happy i hate Monday day! OMFFFFGOSH. It's just only the first day of school and i'm feeling like this already! :( I think i need a daily 'nurse' to take care of me :( Anyway, my heart hurts so badly. You played with my feelings. Ah, forget what i said. HAHA. Anyway, yeah teachers changed. Mrs Mimi Ang's my form and chem teacher. More expectations, more work to do. Sigh. But well, it's just only this year now. Jiayou georginarachelkwan! Ahzhar! You can do it, i guess. Hmm, i think i'm still dreaming about the movie, the treasure hunter. LOL. Hahha. Funneh. &amp;amp; Ms Clara Wong's my new english teacher. Okay, i'm starting to miss Mr Shafie's lesson. Haha. Ah well. I can do it! Sigh, next week there's like english and chem test. Mygosh. And the pile of chemistry notes and english work are staring hard at me now. :/ Alright, byebye love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;evil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4127392363893004208?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4127392363893004208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4127392363893004208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4127392363893004208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4127392363893004208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2010/01/youll-never-know-how-much-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2090748824013881679</id><published>2009-12-31T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:15:21.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;New Year Resolutions : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;1. To have the best family bonding ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;2. To have good results for O's. I'm aiming 10 &amp;amp; targeting A's for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;3. To tell you that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;4. To find someone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;5. To have good friendship with my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;6. To earn more money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;7. To be more kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;8. Talk to GOD more/Pray too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;9. To be a good daughter/sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;10. To stop bitching/gossiping.. [i feel so bitchy..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;11. To be stronger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;12. To overcome every single obstacles smoothly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;13. To be HAPPY everyday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;14. Be myself, the hyper one again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;15. To forget everything that happened in the day, bad ones, quick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;16. To forget how i feel towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;17. To run many more times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;18. To do revision everyday after i come back from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;19. To concentrate more on studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;20. To learn to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Byee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2090748824013881679?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2090748824013881679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2090748824013881679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2090748824013881679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2090748824013881679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-resolutions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1525703267206086331</id><published>2009-12-31T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:00:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2009年12月31日, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Goshh, i don't know why. I'm feeling so down. :/ Sighh.. I think i can just die. LOL. Okay, it's not funny at all. Hahah. Ah well. One moment, happy. The other, like an idiot. Why? I'm confused. Damn.. School's starting so soon. :( I'm really feeling down. Sorry that i lied to you kor. Anyway, if you guys want to carry on with your plan, don't feel bad. Haha. I'm still young. Lol. I wished i was older. But oh well, goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1525703267206086331?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1525703267206086331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1525703267206086331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1525703267206086331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1525703267206086331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-20091231-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1249323072718458069</id><published>2009-12-27T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:25:09.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Confused shit much./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;2009年12月27日, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;You won't know how it feels to be the only one that's alone. You won't know how jealous and envious can you get when others in your family are not alone and you're the only one. You want to know how it feels like? I guess you won't want to know. Wow, it's so great when my brother tells me how happy he felt ytd while i was like on the verge of killing myself, well that's silly but yeah. I mean, even though i'm happy for him, but i can't feel no more. I don't know or rather don't remember how is it like to be happy. how? I don't know. Who can make me happy? I want to leave this horrible planet. I know i won't leave so soon. But i want to. :/ I'm feel so alone and like oh-so-loser. -.- Anyway, i think i should just keep everything to myself now. I don't feel like talking much about anything. Be it a new crush? Not so soon. Be it any problems/saddening stuffs or whatsoever. I think i'm keeping them in my own bottle. Anyway, i hate cramps! :( I felt like fainting this morning. It hurts so bad. :( Now too. I wanna faint soon! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;what is it like to enjoy and be happy?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1249323072718458069?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1249323072718458069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1249323072718458069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1249323072718458069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1249323072718458069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/confused-shit-much.html' title=':/'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2316060788500036651</id><published>2009-12-26T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:41:03.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why i still care. I thought i already said that i'm giving up already. But why? I'm confused. :/ Okay, i guess i need time. He's sick now anyway. Hope he gets better. Ahh well. Yes i know, i still care. I know. But why? Sigh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2316060788500036651?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2316060788500036651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2316060788500036651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2316060788500036651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2316060788500036651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-why-i-still-care.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2938042571796777768</id><published>2009-12-25T17:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:16:06.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>哭过就好了.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;CRUSHED and ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2009年12月25日, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;No one knows how i'm feeling now. Not you too. I guess you won't want to know how i'm feeling right? You're so indifferent. Why can't you be more friendly and stuff? I'm really heartbroken. This time i really mean it. I'm seriously very upset heartbroken, feeling weak useless lost. I don't know why. This time, it's the first time i'm feeling this way. Gosh, i think i'm mad. Anyway, you wont be even looking at this. Because, you're not bothered. I'm really want to know how you're feeling. Not a single thing? Not at all? Gosh, it's really heartbreaking. Really, no one knows how i'm feeling. I really want to c.o.l. But, mad uh. I don't know what should i do. How? I'm really lost. I guess i'm all alone now. It hurts me more than anyone knows. Hahahah, this is so funny. I'm like tearing now. Wow. Hahahhah. Cool right? I don't want to burden anyone anymore. No way man. No matter how tough it is, i must handle right? :) Anyway, it's like almost 5 months that i liked you. Seriously. It's long but, i don't know. Hahah. I'm really lost. Really. What should i really do? Hold on? Let go? Which? I don't know how long i can hold on anymore. I've been looking forward for every single chance to meet you and to talk to you and stuff. &amp;amp; what you gave me was a cold shoulder. No replies from you at all. I thought you might be someone different. I thought i thought. That's all so one sided. Hahah. Wow. I think i've let go like part of it? I don't know. Now, i don't know what and how i'm feeling already. My heart is like numbed. I'm unsure of how to feel anymore. Who can heal this pain of mine? I think i should be more independent huh? I can bearly breathe... Anyway, you left me with only 3hours worth of memories. That's all i think i'll have from you. I think, i've made up my mind. I guess i'm giving you up.. I just know i can't control my tears no more. hahah LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels :&lt;em&gt; I can no longer feel anymore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2938042571796777768?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2938042571796777768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2938042571796777768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2938042571796777768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2938042571796777768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/crushed-and-alone.html' title='哭过就好了.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6939863248588412914</id><published>2009-12-24T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:49:25.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Fcuk. What's christmas with tears? Heartbreaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;What's christmas with laughter? Happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What's christmas with tears and you've something you've been looking forward to that doesn't come true? Extreme sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, i should stop crapping. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6939863248588412914?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6939863248588412914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6939863248588412914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6939863248588412914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6939863248588412914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/fcuk.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6415886631508046744</id><published>2009-12-22T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:11:27.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So near yet so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;好想说亲爱的，是我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2009年12月22日, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Been busy with christmas stuffs ecetera ecetera. I guess my wish would just be stale. It'll stay where it'll always be unless there's really some angel brought down to me and my wish is granted. Well, it's impossible i guess. It'll be soon 5 months. It's like so long huh. I don't know what am i feeling now already. It's so damn confusing, that's all i know for now. I don't know how to feel anymore. I guess, my heart will always be with you as for now. I don't know what should i do ever. Hold on? I want to. Let go? Part of me is asking myself to let go. So how now? I'm really confused! What should i do hmm? I'm lost. Totally lost. I don't know where i am now. I wished that fairytales are true. Those oh-so-loving/happy-ending kinda of stories. I wish my christmas would have you... Please ... :(  I guess, my heart's cracking already. Who can fix those bit and pieces up for me? Who will and who can? :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels : &lt;em&gt;I wish i could be somewhere near you, boy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6415886631508046744?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6415886631508046744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6415886631508046744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6415886631508046744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6415886631508046744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So near yet so far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-8945417136828227112</id><published>2009-12-18T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:40:24.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年12月18日, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Results day! It was alright. Quite okay? I thought i would fail luh. hahah, but oh well. Not bad not bad. I've got my wish granted! A big thank you to : &lt;em&gt;Jie jie, Mummy, Daddy, Erge, Smelly, Jo, Marianne, Corn, Irwin, Jonchow, Mario, Cons, Rachal, Huimin, Lydia, Sean, Yuki, Martin, Tracy, Ah nee jie, Amanda, Gloria, Aunty Ru Min, &lt;/em&gt;ecetera ecetera for being there and wishing me! :D Thank you! &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Now it's with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-8945417136828227112?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/8945417136828227112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=8945417136828227112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8945417136828227112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8945417136828227112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/contented.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3949259993181084962</id><published>2009-12-16T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:58:24.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed hopes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年12月16日, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I wished i could be given chances to prove.. Now, every single shit i've planned and planning to are crushed. Badly. I don't like this. Argh. Hopes everything goes well on friday. Please :/ I want a happy ending, not like what i've always thought of. This is so freaking me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: I wished you could be with me all along, however this would never happen, at all ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3949259993181084962?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3949259993181084962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3949259993181084962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3949259993181084962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3949259993181084962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/crushed-hopes.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crushed hopes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1640902316620194721</id><published>2009-12-06T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:54:26.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can i have this chance, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年12月6日, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;No one knows how i'm feeling now because, it's not being revealed. I reallt feel super down now. How now? Can you please reply? Gosh, i hope fairytales are true. I hope everything that's in the movies, 'Happy ending' do happen. I'm really down. :'( Uncontrollable tears.. No one ever knows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;You're my only reason that i stay alive, that's what i am..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1640902316620194721?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1640902316620194721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1640902316620194721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1640902316620194721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1640902316620194721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-i-have-this-chance-please-2009126.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2580645045144440309</id><published>2009-12-06T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:51:56.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm unsure. I'm lost. I don't know what to do, at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年12月6日, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm lost. I really don't know what to do. Why am i feeling this way? I should be feeling happy though. I'm really unsure. I'm afraid too. But no harm trying? I'm just thinking about the time, what if everything turns out wrong? I guess this time will be even worse than before. I'll be even more heartbroken. I'm not sure what i'll do, but that's all i know. I hope, i really hope, this could lead me to somewhere that i will see light. I'm real vexed. I don't know why am i feeling this way. It's somehow killing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Edward Cullen :&lt;em&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're my only reason that i stay alive, that's what i am&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;/em&gt; Touching eh? :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn it, i feel so stupid now. :/ I dont know why. Tears are simply just uncontrollable. It's a fact. Seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;All i want for christmas is you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2580645045144440309?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2580645045144440309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2580645045144440309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2580645045144440309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2580645045144440309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-unsure.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2791174671037203555</id><published>2009-12-04T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:52:24.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really need a shoulder to lean on, a helping hand &amp;amp; i need you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年12月4日, Friday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;HAPPY DECEMBER! May my wishes come true! Thank you v.v.v.v.v.v.v.v much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fcukfcukfcukfcukfcuk&lt;/em&gt;. I'm so dead! Howhowhow? Who can help me? Please help me with my duties. :( I can't take it already! I know i'm supposed to do my job but i can't. Too much for one person to handle! So &lt;em&gt;many many many many&lt;/em&gt; things! Like church stuffs. I really really really need help. People are like not replying and the amount i expected to come didn't come. At least when they come i can spilt my job. At least. But nownow, who can freaking help me? :'( Please please send an angel down to help me. I don't wanna be stucked to this. Please please, people please. :( I've got a new task to do. Mygosh, though it's not urgent but it's from the centre know? Like, need good impression right? I shouldn't have taken up the job although i wasn't the one who volunteered myself. :( Urgh fish it. Really. Headache headache headache. So many events coming up! Okay, this is so stupid. I'm really lost and i'm like soon going to break down. Damn! &lt;em&gt;howhowhowhow?&lt;/em&gt; :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;This is a test..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2791174671037203555?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2791174671037203555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2791174671037203555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2791174671037203555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2791174671037203555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-need-shoulder-to-lean-on.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6707636646998119049</id><published>2009-11-27T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:32:12.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe i was naive, got lost in your eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月27日, Friday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;okay, yesterday's ton-ing thing was kinda fun. Hahahahah! Anyway yo, i can't wait for Monday babbbehh~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Went for the CIP programme yesterday. It was really, heartbreaking you could say. I could never forget my first impression there. I stepped in, i was in shock. My heart really sank. Yes, i've seen this kind of people before but not in such a close view. This is really upsetting. I still can't get over my feelings. You could say i'm emotional but yeah i knew myself that i'll feel this way. Way long ago, even my parents know about that. My mum even told me. I really felt like crying very badly. But still, i controlled. Ah well, after the in-charge talked to us. Yes, at first sympathy. But now we have to be empathetic. Empathy, that's the word. We are all human beings. The things we like, they like it too. Everything we love to do, they love it too. Their sufferings, we can never know. Some of them can't even talk and can't even express. Their illness they have, can't be spread. Yes, they need more love, support than anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Ohyeah babbeh, erm please support &lt;a href="http://babydontsaygoodbye.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shop!Shop!&lt;/a&gt; ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;No one could never know how i feel..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6707636646998119049?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6707636646998119049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6707636646998119049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6707636646998119049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6707636646998119049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-i-was-naive-got-lost-in-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-1190740219350176481</id><published>2009-11-23T05:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:50:39.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'> I feel like an idiot..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'd never been this way before..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月23日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It's like 5am in the morning and i'm here. I slept and woke up at 4plus. Couldn't go back to sleep at all. I dreamt, this is worse than any other nightmares. It ain't a nightmare at all. It's a normal dream, just that it's never expecting kind. I know i'm really mad. I couldn't go back to sleep, and now i feel so awake, i don't know why. Wow, this is madness huh. I've thought alot. But can't figure out a single shit. Nope, not even one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I dreamt of all of us. The same situation happened, just that didn't know why parents were involved. Not mine, but my two kors'. We were at some shopping centre. It resembles tampines. One of it. Then i don't know what the hell are we doing there. Then almost the same thing happened. Then linked to many people, other of their friends. Many more. Don't know why. I know i'm like mad. Okay, we walked around the whole centre. &amp;amp; what's more it's that, person A was really upset. I really tried to cheer him up. But, who knows, still felt like how he was. Then i felt worst. This can never happen. But it already did. Why? I don't know. I know i shouldn't be thinking about this anymore. Not anymore. Then person B was okay. Person C, made me even mad. I was really very very mad. &amp;amp; nothing's ever solved. Nothing. This is so upseting. Okay, whatever it is. Stop thinking about it kay? I thought you said you were okay? Now, you're here like so early? You should be sleeping. Why? why? This can never happen. I don't know what should do. I just think i'm very afraid now. I don't know why. I don't know how i'm feeling now. I'm really confused. Why am i like this? I just feel that one day, i shall just shut everything up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;When i was waiting for you guys yesterday, i told myself, stop it. But once i sat down, i felt really weird. I don't know. I've tried so hard to stop this. But it just need to happen. Why? how can this ever stop? I'm afraid. I'm confused. I'm upset? I'm thinking too much? I'm just scaring myself? Just what is it? I really don't know. Who can tell me? Who? I'm feeling sick. I know i'm going to sound stupid, but i just felt as if i'm dying anytime. Anyway, my head's spinning again. It's hurts alot. I don't know. Why is this happening to me? I think i'm such a loser. I ruined everyone's day, i ruined everyone's time, i ruined everyone's life. I just simply sucked. This is freakingly complicated. I feel that my room's spinning now, i'm feeling giddy. I don't know. I was thinking that, maybe this is a test put for us by God while waiting for you guys. Who knows? I ruined it. Damn. I feel as if i'm like an idiot. Loser. My eyes are swollen now i think? It's 550 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;One day, i'll just say goodbye..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-1190740219350176481?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/1190740219350176481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=1190740219350176481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1190740219350176481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/1190740219350176481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-like-idiot.html' title='&lt;i&gt; I feel like an idiot..&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2070125036080999053</id><published>2009-11-22T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:10:25.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What now? I'm really lost. shitzx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;got hold of a damn gun and shot myself in the head. 17 times.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月22日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I don't know why, i really don't know why. Guys, i'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm better off dead. I really feel like dying. damn dang damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2070125036080999053?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2070125036080999053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2070125036080999053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2070125036080999053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2070125036080999053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-now-im-really-lost-shitzx.html' title='&lt;i&gt;What now? I&apos;m really lost. shitzx&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-9218194352380471273</id><published>2009-11-22T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:27:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;B.I.T.C.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月22日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Once upon a time, there lived this bitch. That's the person who's blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Goodbye bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I shall really really buy all the guns that i can and just shoot myself to death. That's the happy ending for all. Happily ever after. I feel like M.I.A-i.n.g. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-9218194352380471273?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/9218194352380471273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=9218194352380471273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/9218194352380471273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/9218194352380471273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/b.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7972054084500902887</id><published>2009-11-17T19:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:53:37.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPSET. DISAPPOINTED. HEARTBREAKING.  &amp; I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Save me from this lovesick melody..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月17日,Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SMELODY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Even though i slept late, i still had to wake up early. Hah. Went for choir in the morning. It was alright, i guess? Ah well, came home feeling very tired. Oh yes, on my way home i listened to 'Guardian Angel' by Hong Jun Yang. Nice old song huh? &amp;amp; i walked pass the multi-purpose hall and they set up the things for a wake. Images of my grandfather kept flashing through my mind. I kept looking at the place and what we were doing on the 6 of dec two years ago came flashing. I almost teared. I guess this is kind of stupid and silly? Hah hah. But to be honest, i miss you gong gong! :'( I really miss you a lot. How i wished time could be reversed. How i wished. But, that's just a wishful thinking. It's already over, so why think about it? I guess he's happy up there now. I guess he's glad that we are doing real fine. I guess he's enjoying with grandma now. I guess we should move on. I guess we should plan our things properly. I'm not sure of the reason that i'm feeling so down now. No one knows. Really. I hope many things would start ( good ones) and end fast (bad ones). I really hope, really. Okay, i might sound a 'lil desperate but i'm not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm really not sure why am i feeling like that. Anyway yesterday was a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLACK MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; instead of Monday Blues. Mine's a black one. It really sucked. Sucked. Sorry if i'd showed people attitude yesterday. But that day, Monday 16th November 2009 sucked like hell. Hell madness. Anyway, just want to tell some people. Anyway, i really had forgotten about it okay? What makes you think that what you're thinking about is right? What makes you think so? &amp;amp; if you are really unhappy about it. Come and talk to me luh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@%$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;!@%$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;. I'm seriously furious. Way more furious than you think. Yes, you can say i'm mad or what. But i think you'd showed your trueself. Madness. I hate it. I think it ain't worth treating you like how i treated you before. It ain't worth. You might be thinking otherwise. But on sunday i really forgot. Seriously. Don't tell me you'd never forget things when you're doing so many at a time and you'd to confirm things here and there. Convey msgs here and there. &amp;amp; my dad kept talking to me. That'd really made me real confused. I'm really mad. That's one of the reason for ytd too. &amp;amp; someone else knows it. Please, i lie to you for what reason? Then after that, you wont know how i feel at all. Not a single shit. Seriously. &amp;amp; on facebook, don't think i never see what you guys wrote. You never know how i feel. Disappointed. Upset. Confused. What excuses do you mean? What? I'd really forgotten. &amp;amp; you guys should know who you are. I'm really angry. Upsetting, heartbreaking. I would never blow this thing up. But, you won't know how i feel. So what if you're joking? You know that i can't take this kind of jokes. I can never. You won't know how i feel. This sucks like fuck. Sucks. You think i wouldn't know at all? You're wrong. Anyway, if you want to talk bad about the person, come to me straight! Don't ever talk bad about the person where the person can find out. Anyway, this is a small thing. You were supposed to msg me anyway (person 2). I was waiting for your msg so that i could reply you straight from there. You DIDN'T msg me dude. Not at all. So what? My fault? See, you forgot. &amp;amp; you're doing your work. So yeah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, sorry too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, i've got many homework :( : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;- Mathematics O Level papers ( '08 &amp;amp; '09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;- Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;- English comprehension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;- Physics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;- Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;- Got to read up for SS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;- I forgot what else :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;I'm waiting for you , right at this point of time..♥`R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7972054084500902887?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7972054084500902887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7972054084500902887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7972054084500902887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7972054084500902887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/upset-disappointed-heartbreaking-fuck.html' title='&lt;i&gt;UPSET. DISAPPOINTED. HEARTBREAKING. &lt;br&gt; &amp; I&apos;m sorry&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-730967247510480132</id><published>2009-11-14T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:28:40.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What cost more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you dance with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009年11月14日,Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt; My brother cut my fringe again! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yes i've got a hairstyle for next friday, prom night! Prom night Prom night here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The day seemed to be filled with doubts, curiosity, eagerness, endurance, anger ecetera. It rained today, once more. It seemed fine but what's behind it, no one ever knows about. That's where everyone thinks that it's the usual thing. However, it may not be. Will it? That's where the questioning begins. Everyone seemed to look at each other with doubts and fear. Why? No one knows. This is where people starts to fear. Starts to search high and low for the answer. But who really knows? Why not just take it that the answer will be here, right before you, one day. That day will come. That day, will clear your doubts. Everyone's. There's a reason for everything that happens. Truth is, best not to search for the reason. Let it walk to you. Stay calm and patient. That's all we could do now. What could we humans really do? Do we powers? Do we have huge authorities? The answer is : No. We don't. We don't own any. Living a simple, innocent, peaceful and carefree life it is the best of all. Holding grudge? You can't move on. No matter how much you say you've forgiven that person, deep inside, do you really forgive? Do you? No matter how much you say that you are okay. But deep within you, are you really okay? People tend to put a strong front infront of their loved ones. Why? Not to worry them. Not to see them unhappy. Not wanting to ruin their day. Not wanting to owe them something. However, with all the obstacles given, we have to face it. Be it death or anything else. We have to accept and take whatever we are given. If one day you were to die. Live with it, cherish the rest of your remaining days and be happy. Or else you'll regret. So live your life willingly and accept whatever that comes to you. Time heals everything. We all need that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Most of all, things i need the most : Love. Courage. Strength.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey you, i'm sorry. Sorry for ps-ing you again. I don't mean it. I really have forgotten. I'm truely sorry! SORRY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All i want for christmas is you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-730967247510480132?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/730967247510480132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=730967247510480132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/730967247510480132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/730967247510480132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-cost-more.html' title='&lt;i&gt;What cost more?&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-897006282240015597</id><published>2009-11-13T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:41:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WILL THIS FEELING LAST LONG? I BET IT DOES..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be dreaming of you tonight, till tomorrow i'll be holding you tight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月13日,Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yay! yay! yay!&lt;/span&gt; Today's FREE-day (Friday)! Alright, last day of school! But, there's still school for choir however. Went to meet &lt;em&gt;GERMAINE, QIANCI &amp;amp; JIAYING&lt;/em&gt; for lunch after school. Okay, back to their usual self. &amp;amp; yes, after how many thousands of 'years' they're back! Choir felt different today. I miss the time where Germaine, Qian Ci in choir. The time huh.. Anyway, more people, i'm glad. No more worries. Hope this will continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I just feel that i'm so different. Different thinking, mindset. More positive. Still as naive. Hah. Initially, i learn more stuffs. Isn't that great? Isn't that awesome? I thought it was. I guess this may not last that long? I'm still wanting to look for more things. I've started reading the bible. The last book or rather last chapter. It's scary. I doubt anyone dares to read it huh. I feel that i've changed. Changed. I think differently now. Different. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Faith is all we need.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;I can't wait..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-897006282240015597?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/897006282240015597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=897006282240015597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/897006282240015597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/897006282240015597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/will-this-feeling-last-long-i-bet-it.html' title='&lt;i&gt;WILL THIS FEELING LAST LONG? I BET IT DOES..&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-263512156337114358</id><published>2009-11-09T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:02:21.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just want to let you know, how i really feel. It'll come one day, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月9日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Went to school today, as usual tiring. Sleepy, like a sleepy head. Uh well. Finally met babbeh today. :B Went for our Chao fan jia dan dinner then bubble tea and chat! From 6 plus till like 925. Haha. Oh yes, and i-don't-know who keep shouting my name when they walked pass and shouted ...... Erm, okay forget about that huh. Many stuff, chatted many stuffs. It's just like that. Enjoyable hun? Yeah, it had been long ever since we chatted this long though. Beat that. Life-time stories. &lt;em&gt;Truth hurts. Reality. Dreams. Future. Faith. Love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes, rather most of the time, i'm curious. I want to learn many things in life. Do i have the time? I really want to learn. Will you give me that time? There are many things to learn. It's amazing when you can sit with your friends and talk about life. Whether things are true or not, you'll just talk and share what's really in your mind. There are many things to say. I can never do this only with you guys. You people should know who. I've told you before. You should know. Ah well, now i realised i've changed. I stop and see things differently now. Like yesterday, when my aunty talked about her own life, i looked at her and thought of many things. I really admire her a lot. Seriously, i admire her a lot. Where did she get all her courage, strength, care, love, bravery from? Where did she get it from? She's somehow losing her family already. Yet, she's still that cheerful, jovial, humourous aunty i've known. I mean, when she was really talking to my other aunties and uncles and my mum, i looked at her. Although she might be sad, thank goodness she'd still got my mum. This is fate. I've really realised i've changed but i dont know how. I'm really glad i'm a catholic. No offence but yeah. I mean, i wouldn't have overcomed my troubles/problems/difficulties that easily and fast though it takes time. I really appreciate a lot. &lt;em&gt;iloveyougod♥&lt;/em&gt; I wouldn't be here at all if it weren't you.. I'd never regretted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Let every single thing fall into place nicely and sweet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-263512156337114358?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/263512156337114358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=263512156337114358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/263512156337114358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/263512156337114358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-what.html' title='What&apos;s what?'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2909747097667816446</id><published>2009-11-07T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:27:03.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never felt this way before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is this feeling called?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月7日,Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm unsure. I'm oblivious. I'm confused. I'm disturbed. I'm feeling unusual.&lt;br /&gt;I'm maybe feeling somehow weird? I don't know. I never really had this feeling before. It's not ever like this. Is this what you call L-sick? I guess so. Oh well, i'm mad. Seriously gone mad ever. Yes, boy no one ever made me feel this way before. Somehow only you. I know this sounds ... but, that's how i feel. I guess you'll never know how i'm feeling now, right? Oh well, this is how i feel and am feeling. Ah shit,this is suckkky. :/ I wish it comes and ends fast. I mean this month. Seriously, this i maddness ever! Okay, i don't know why i was so moody yesterday. I never felt this kind of 'moody-ness' before. All the reasons behind it,unknown. I'll never know what it is. Uh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, for some people, mind your own business,don't poke your nose to anyone's affairs, problems and life. It's really&lt;em&gt; c-h-i-l-d-i-s-h shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;I'm right here waiting. Patience,all i need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahlian-ish kinda feeling. :( HATE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2909747097667816446?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2909747097667816446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2909747097667816446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2909747097667816446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2909747097667816446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-felt-this-way-before.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Never felt this way before.&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2038802331399352974</id><published>2009-11-02T15:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:12:47.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings. So.hard.to.differenciate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Worried.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Excited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[Too many to describe how i feel, mixed feelings. Oh yes. Heartbreaks? Sometimes. But well, just hang on. Hang on.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月2日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Went to school today, lessons etc. etc. . Hmm, i felt real sleepy. More than before, seriously. Dont know why. Uh well. I kept sneezing the whole day today, used up many tissues. It could be the usual thing but worst. Uh well, i'm falling sick. I wasn't feeling so well today. What's more with the state of my leg. HAH HAH. That's shitty. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;What can i describe all this feelings i'm having? Nothing compared to you losing someone. At least, it's still here. Within me. I mean, feeling. Ohyes. It's kinda hard/difficult/demoralised most of the times. However with those courage/determination/perserverance etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; I guess i can hold on and never let go unless everything turns inside out/upside down. I guess not, right? I got to hold on. But i wish, everything would be fine huh. I hope everything will be great/better/smooth after your exams? :? Uh well, i hope so. Anyway, i really hope you really do real well. Or else i don't want to see the super upset side of you which you are now i guess. It hurts, right there, badly. Even now, the depressed side of you make me worry that much! Okay, i shouldn't crap much. I shall wait, no matter what, i'll wait. :B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;edited baby:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes, i feel so useless/helpless/down/moody. I'm not sure of the reason why. But i still got to carry on. Hold my head up high and walk forward. Despite being hurt by the past surrounding me, i've still got to move on. B'cos no one can control anything in your life, except yourself. You are your own greatest challenge. You are your own greatest fear. You are you, yourself. Sometimes, it's okay to feel alone. Never forget, you're not alone at all. Not at any of the moment in life you're alone. Yes, i do feel that way. That's if i'm down or whatsoever. But, i'll always stop/slow down to think. Wait, actually, there's many others around me. Being there, waiting for me. They are always the ones who bring joy, the greatest joy ever in my life. Whenever i see them, talk to them thru smses/msn/phone, i feel that as though my life's perfect. In actual fact nothing/noone's perfect. But it's made this way that to those people in my life, you're special. I've told all of you somehow. That i feel nothing but joy, happiness with you people around. I love that feeling. It's great. It's as though i'm at the top of the world or smth, it's great. I'm thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Am i doing too much? Or what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2038802331399352974?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2038802331399352974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2038802331399352974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2038802331399352974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2038802331399352974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/sad.html' title='Mixed feelings. So.hard.to.differenciate.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-86726911978569474</id><published>2009-11-01T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:27:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm happy, i'm happy. Because of you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年10月31日,Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HAHPEH HELLOWEEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;                                      (HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN~)!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Went for Novena as usual then home. Ohyes, on friday i msged **. :D Finally after building up my guts and courage. Lol. Oh well, then went to meet jo to study for awhile. As for me, doing homework given. It's hell difficult somehow and i'm suffering like mad. Duck. Okay, overall okay i guess? Anyway, seeing ** like this kinda make me feel uneasy. :( Uh-huh/ Uh, went home to help with decos. Oh yes, fyi it's my second brother's 21st birthday celebration. :) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; HALLOWEEN too. &lt;em&gt;Funfunfunfunfun.&lt;/em&gt; Ohyeah. That's all i guess? I was the only person who slept early. Teehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年11月1日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Went for mass. Counting, breakfast, slacked for while. Talkedtalkedtalkedtalked. Home. I'm tired. Seriously tired. Mentally too. There are many things to do now. School, church, friends, personal stuffs. :( I need to plan things badly. Seriously. I got to crack my brains to think about all those stuffs. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm worried for those who are taking their O's and those who are taking their A's. :/ Worried, the only word i can say and i can do; worrying. That's all. Hmm, what else can i do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Sometimes, i get nothing for certain parts of life, i understand nothing. But after sitting down to think for long. I finally realise things. Isn't that weird? I guess it is. I want to do many things but for some, i just can't. Oh well, i guess i need loads of courage, guts ecetera ecetera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me happy :B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-86726911978569474?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/86726911978569474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=86726911978569474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/86726911978569474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/86726911978569474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-happy-im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-798027915711490788</id><published>2009-10-26T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:39:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Staying strong am i ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年10月26日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;School started today. Don't you know how i feel? I don't know, it's kinda weird. I mean at first during the holidays when i was dying of boredom i want to go back to school. What bullshit. Today back to school, slack. It made me feel worse. Yes, i'd told myself to stay strong. Hold on there. Yes hold on there girl, hold on. All you have to do now is to, hold on. &lt;em&gt;In life, previously without really having the knowledge that God is really beside me every minute every second and every hour to guide me,help me ,pick me up and made me move on,i still think that why do things always happen.But now i know, it's the obstacle given to test each and everyone of us if we can conquer and overcome them.I believe we can, i believe i can. God brought angels beside me to protect me ecetera. Thank you God for everything you gave. It's worth it. I'm seriously very grateful to you. It's kinda i owe you expensive stuffs but yet, the gift is yet priceless. It's super expensive that no one could afford. It's part and parcel of life.&lt;/em&gt; Yes, i remembered what the priest said : Forgiveness. If we can forgive and forget during this period in preparation of christmas, it's divine. It's a gift from God. I'm trying that. It's tough, yes it is. Why not just give it a try? I mean it doesn't hurt. Many things happened recently. They affected me greatly. It seemed like i've fallen from a great height and it never ends. It never ends. I think i've changed. I just suck seriously. I mean like where did the old me went to? I can never find it again. No one can. We are the only ones who can control ourselves. I am the one. Why can't i just find the old self of myself back? Where are you? I prefer to be the old me. Not being so zzz ecetera. Why? I need to change. I guess i've changed quite a lot too. Now, i have to take in whatever bitterness and throw sweetness out instead. I need to be that. Bet that girl. Oh well, keep it up girl you can do it! To do that, i need a great mentality which i think i can do that, maybe? Who knows? Ha ha. Oh well, i got to stay strong. There are many other obstacles waiting for me to overcome it bravely. Therefore georgina kwan! Stay strong, really. Stay strong. You still got those lovely peeps around you! Oh well, somehow it seemed like i'm talking to myself! Hah hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could only look at your name for the time being b'cos there's nothing i could really do now....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-798027915711490788?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/798027915711490788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=798027915711490788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/798027915711490788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/798027915711490788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/10/staying-strong-am-i-20091026monday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2683930806754104735</id><published>2009-10-18T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:21:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity proves everything..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's human conscience all about,don't you know?Your inhumane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年10月18日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Today's kinda a-must-go-kinda service. I mean we go every week, it's just that some uncles and aunties are away. Uncle Paul came today and yeah as usual. Home. Out. Home again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Despite living on earth for so many years, are you counted as grown up now? I doubt so, you're just kinda glued to your life now. I'm referring to a person you just knew. You put words into my mouth and acted as if i'm the bad one. More like you do, just that you want pity and more pity huh. Fine, you can have it all you want. At least all the things i do and say are all facts, unlike you. False. Ohwell, please think before you wanna say, i've had enough okay. I mean, think please. You think i will let you off so easily now? You even kicked a living thing whose far way more smaller sized than you. I asked : Are you human? Where's your human conscience? You said: So what? He's just a dog. What the fcuk. I mean like what if someone whacked your girlfriend up? Then is it okay with you if they say 'oh oh, it's okay dude, she's just (insert name)'. No offence to her but i'm just giving you an example &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt;. You just don't understand. What if in future someone injure your baby or whatsoever? They can just say, 'ohh it's okay, it's just a baby.' For goodness sake, i mean dogs are living things, cats are living things, trees are living things, those non-living things now were ONCE a living thing. Didn't you learn your primary school science huh? We are mammals which is the fact, we are animals. I mean so what if it's a dog? Don't dogs have feelings? I doubt you have and i doubt you are a living thing. Act so much of kindness in front of her? WOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you won't ever understand how a person feels unless you climb into their skin and walk around it..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2683930806754104735?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2683930806754104735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2683930806754104735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2683930806754104735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2683930806754104735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/10/insanity-proves-everything.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Insanity proves everything..&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3139387857250951280</id><published>2009-10-14T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:15:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes i'm happy, yes i'm happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you really enjoy doing this? You hurt people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年10月14日,Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;There are things i want to ask you people out there which applies to our daily life. Are you really happy with the people around you? Do you treat them like how they treat you? Ask yourself, be it family, friends or your partner. You only want them to treat you like gold but sometimes you would even treat them like shit i suppose? To some people. Just to get what you people want, you'll somehow find reasons to push them around and beat around the bush. Is this what you really call love? Anyway definition of love can be through family friends and even your boyfriend or girlfriend. It's not simply only in relationships. It's even more. To enemies too, you are to 'love you enemies'. That's difficult huh? Yes, that's what God tells us to. Yes, to every single human being out there is difficult to love their enemies. Well, it would kinda feel good? You can say it can be ironic but this is how it goes. Well, ask yourself too, do you only think about yourself? Did you even 'climb into their skin and walk around it'? You can say that sometimes you dont even understand them when you said you do. It's kinda contradicting. Why not simply try telling them the truth and understand better? Oh yes.. It ain't a crime to be over sensative as every single human being would be that way because that's part of human nature. Ask yourself, you'll definitely be super and overly sensative where you think you're not. But in actual fact, you are. You think people has got no limits too? Everyone has got limits.You can ask yourself if you over react for certain things. Oh well, certain times we do just ask people to chill. But for some people, they conclude and end it there straight away and judge people from there. Is this what you call true friendship? Friends accept you for who you are, what you are ecetera. True friends do not judge you. They do not leave you in the lurch. They are sensative to your feelings. They treasure you like how people treasure money. They are always there when you are in need. What's most important they love you for who you are and they tell you the truth. Despite the truth hurts like hell that you might want to kill yourself, they still tell you. Because they care, they love you, they want you to change for the better. Not keeping quiet and leaving you in deep thoughts then if they do that by not telling you anything. They leave you thinking like mad and they conclude that you are being over sensative. Isn't that like hell? At least they tried all ways to cheer you up no matter how sad they are. I suppose Joana Marianne and Elize knows that because i told them before. I suppose people know that themselves. Not throwing whatever emotions they have on them. That makes them feels worst. What is friendship? I can ask you that. Do you not want to tell them the truth? I mean be sensative to everyone around you. If you do not know how, learn to. If you do know, less people would suffer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;ohyes, someone told me that &lt;em&gt;'living in the past hurts and why not move forward to the future instead?&lt;/em&gt;' when i was really down last time.. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; you should know who you are (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;boy, every 'lil thing you do makes me fall in love with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3139387857250951280?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3139387857250951280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3139387857250951280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3139387857250951280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3139387857250951280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-im-happy-yes-im-happy.html' title='yes i&apos;m happy, yes i&apos;m happy.'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4542230783706663632</id><published>2009-10-13T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:33:28.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm falling for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年10月13日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It had been 3 days after N's and it had been boring. Haha oh well. Looking for jobs soon but i had been home this few days too. Had bad experience this whole week. I'm glad that things are solved and i'm back to my usual self. To you dudes, the cheerful girl i guess. HAHA. Anyway, after friday's paper i felt happy yet afraid. Seriously afraid. Reasons not known but yeah at least i'm free now. Hah. &amp;amp; i'm on mission (Rubbish!). Anyway, i just want to say that, only then after things happen you, or rather us will realise and tend to cherish every single thing around you more than before. I guess during this time you'll be full of regrets? Well, what happened has already happen and you can't change the fact and fate huh. This refers to many other things in life. Therefore cherishing everyone, everything and each moment properly. You gain in that. Oh well, i'm home again today. Haha. So yeah. I'm bored. This is all i can think of now and nothing else. Anyway ALL THE BEST TO THOSE WHO ARE TAKING O'S! It's coming soon, in 13days? All the best! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;If only i had met you earlier ... &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4542230783706663632?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4542230783706663632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4542230783706663632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4542230783706663632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4542230783706663632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-falling-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3956604886201614591</id><published>2009-09-19T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:28:48.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;F.K.U.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I talked to him, he answered my prayers. But still, i'm still at where i am. Despite feeling better, i'm still there. I've still got no motivation. Yes you can say, i'm crazy, i've got mood swings. Yes, i can answer you. I just don't understand, not even a single thing. &amp;amp; yeah, i almost went crazy. I don't know why am i like that. WHY? Can someone tell me? I don't get it though. I really think i'm a loser, such a loser. I'm changing, changing to someone i really hate. I hate myself, seriously hate myself. Like for no damn shit reason, i just hate myself. I just hate myself. I'm getting more and more bad tempered nowadays. I hate it, i just hate it. I think i'll just have to isolate myself and disappear one day. Then no problem will start and no one will be disturbed. I'm just a depressed little kid. This sucks, i suck too. Everything i do just made me hate myself. I'm a loser. I can't even encourage myself, can't motivate myself. No one can i guess. My mind is blocked. &amp;amp; even for this, i've seen a counsellor. Though it helped but, i can't help myself. I'm freakingly lost. I'm crazy too.. Oh well, it's me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm tired. It's was just what they show on the slides during mass today.. All true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Maybe someday, i shall get my ass off here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3956604886201614591?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3956604886201614591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3956604886201614591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3956604886201614591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3956604886201614591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/09/f.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-5058609531187999641</id><published>2009-09-17T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:52:25.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;FCUK THIS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I can't stand it no more. I'm on the verge of giving up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm like a kite with a broken string, with no sense of direction. No one knows where i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm lost in the woods. I can't find my way out. I need, i need ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I can't get out. I can't find motivation to keep me going. Nothing, nothing could help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I know people see me as a girl who has no fears, stress-free, cheerful ecetera ecetera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;But i'm not. It's just that i don't show it that's all. Deep inside, it hurts badly. I always put a strong front not wanting to spoil people's day. I'm someone who needs helping hand, i need someone who can hold me and lead me and overcome my fears with me. I'm really afraid, really. I can't stop. I'm at a cliff now. Even my teacher knows i'm feeling helpless and wanting to give up. But how? Now, everytime i look at the papers i'll just turn off. Everytime i can't do a single shit, i'll be like a river. I can't do this anymore. It's tiring. I'll just pour out every single shit, everything. Now, i can't do anything properly. That's all i know. I can't take it. There are many 'What if's ' I'm asking. What if this, what if that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: I'm helpless. I feel so dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-5058609531187999641?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/5058609531187999641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=5058609531187999641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/5058609531187999641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/5058609531187999641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/09/fcuk-this.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-8094832239015743308</id><published>2009-09-11T17:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:52:31.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一定要坚持下去呀！(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;If i were ever to give up easily, i wouldn't be called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;♥GEORGINAKWANKITWEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Ganbatei~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels:&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://babydontsaygoodbye.blogspot.com/"&gt;Especially you&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://babydontsaygoodbye.blogspot.com/"&gt;i'll perservere on &lt;/a&gt;... (: Now it ain't the right time yet ...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-8094832239015743308?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/8094832239015743308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=8094832239015743308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8094832239015743308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8094832239015743308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-were-ever-to-give-up-easily-i.html' title='&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;一定要坚持下去呀！(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2670929689729754983</id><published>2009-09-06T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:10:54.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could this ever go on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I just dont understand and can't understand. The way i'm feeling now is really sucky to the max. Ohwell, what's more is that i think i'm going crazy. I get worked up just because of small things that lead to anger that make me tear. I guess i'm really crazy. No one could understand how i'm feeling now, my mind's going to explode. Seriously going to explode. Stop adding stress on me, i can't take it. It's just tomorrow. :/ I really need someone now. Someone to hold me and i just let out everything. I'm weak. Really weak, i need someone to be there, beside me, for me. It seemed like i'm really disappearing. No one can understand this. No one, what i said to some people around me, i mean it sometimes. I can picture myself in that situation and that situation is really bad. But, sometimes i just stop and ask myself, why the fcuk am i thinking about this things? It's horrible, times i told myself i could do it and it seemed to not be true, at all. Ohwell, just hope that i can get out of this fast after me venting and pouring out every single damn shit thing. I guess no one will ever come here again, never. Unless i tell them. I can't take it anymore. I need a break. I'm tired, really tired. Mentally and physically. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;What the fcuk. I'm tired. Pissed off. Stress to the max. I'm dying. Help me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2670929689729754983?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2670929689729754983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2670929689729754983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2670929689729754983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2670929689729754983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-could-this-ever-go-on.html' title='&lt;b&gt;How could this ever go on..&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2958782184624260137</id><published>2009-09-03T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:43:20.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess i'm destined to be there. I guess i'm prepared to go to. I really wanna give that darn paper a skip. I don't wanna take that. I mean you can say that i'm stupid but i seriously can't take it. Really, i guess i really gave up. No one can help me. Besides, many assured me that i could go up but still, it isn't that easy to me at all. I guess i'm changing too. I mean, it's just me alright. I seriously want to cryoutloud. I'm maddd! Seriously madd. Ohwell, i guess i will end it here. I really can't do anything. No one can help me. I really want to give up. I'm very tired... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: How would this ever end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2958782184624260137?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2958782184624260137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2958782184624260137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2958782184624260137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2958782184624260137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-guess-im-destined-to-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4320417730156983518</id><published>2009-08-31T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:33:45.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;数到五答应我。。。Promise me by 5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;2009年8月31日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIAOWEI JIE! ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Okay, now let's count down and it's only a week left. I'm super afraid, that's all i could say. I'm seeing myself there ... :( It's freaky though. I woke up this few days and i feel like just crying out loud. I guess i'm insane. I really am, i guess. I just don't know why i'm becoming like this.. Howhowhow? I want to break free. Break free from this shitty thing. I want to ... How, i guess i'm emotionally unstable, it's just driving me nuts, crazy whatever you can say. Even for now, i feel like crying... My mind's blank, something kept me moving on but i don't know what it is. This sucks, it really do. I've got many things to do that i've not got myself to accomplish this shit. Ohwell, here i bid goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;I just wanna be with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4320417730156983518?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4320417730156983518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4320417730156983518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4320417730156983518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4320417730156983518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/08/promise-me-by-5.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-8917505479561276483</id><published>2009-08-25T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:49:05.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Blow &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月25日,Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway, had mathematics paper two and literature paper 1 yesterday. Today, History and Physics. Ohwell, i don't know why i felt like sleeping. L O L. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Thank goodness i solved things. (: But there's one more, which i'm going to do one on one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hope after that you'll stop what you're&lt;br /&gt;doing now and have been doing. You'll be at your losing end if you continue to&lt;br /&gt;do the same things. Seriously. At least now, i'm telling you that you're in the&lt;br /&gt;wrong. Don't have to ask who, you should know who you are. I'm not trying to be&lt;br /&gt;ahlian-ish here, and i'm not one at all. Ohwell, hope when i talk to you, you&lt;br /&gt;won't turn to deaf ears. I hope it'll benefit all of us. Please touch your heart&lt;br /&gt;and speak properly, i'll know if you're lying alright. I know you hate me, but&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're just acting real close to me though. But please, i won't fall for&lt;br /&gt;your tricks. (: Think hard dude. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I guess, i guess i'm learning more things now. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;the only thing i can do it's just looking at you from afar. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-8917505479561276483?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/8917505479561276483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=8917505479561276483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8917505479561276483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8917505479561276483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/08/blow-candles-out-looks-like-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-4772782782434561149</id><published>2009-08-18T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:04:45.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;误解哟，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;真的sorry让你误解哟;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月18日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 1year old NANA! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yay! Finally one year old already! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Ohyessss! I came home yesterday and planned to sleep from 5plus till 6. Then i overslept and my mummy came in at 7plus to ask me to have dinner. I went back to sleep and the next timing i woke up was at 1plus in the morning. Then i went back to sleep. So tired canzxz! :( Ohwell, in total, 12hours of sleep. Anyway, my specs' giving me headache. BAD HEADACHE! :( Went to school as per normal and then lessons after lessons. Guess what, Camille and i kept sharing storys. HAHA. Cool luh! Anyway, &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camille, i (hearts) you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :) HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm super afraid of nightmares, i've been having nightmares or rather bad dreams recently i realised. :/ Accidents, being in a fight, car accidents, i died, blahblah it's just all the bad things. :( It's super disturbing. Even when walking home from school, not crossing the road, these images never fail to come straight to me. Next, i'll be thinking of my love ones right beside me crying and moaning for me. Like what the. Howhowhowhowhow?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear GOD, help me to not have all these thinking, it frightens me alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;I mean what i say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-4772782782434561149?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/4772782782434561149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=4772782782434561149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4772782782434561149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/4772782782434561149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-2009818monday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-565407588914779053</id><published>2009-08-17T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:07:35.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>104;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm not a princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this ain't a fairytale;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月14日,Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;FAILED. Okay, it's my fault. &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;, uncertain if you'll be seeing this. But i was waiting for your reply but then you didn't. So i didn't want to add up your anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月15日,Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Woke up and went to the bus stop, met marianne and joana on the bus. Then headed all the way to Novena. After novena we took 21. &amp;amp; it's super long, i got headache. :/ Ohwell, i guess i can't really have a long bus ride. Or else ... The bus was really crowded to the max! Fooyoh. Anyway, Joana and i headed to E!Hub to have our lunch at the Kopitiam first. hahah. Then headed to Superdog to study. We were both doing Physics. Hope i really helped. :) Then we went home aftermath. Went out &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; to meet Marianne and Joana together with Delilah. HAH! Super cute! We met two days in a rowand third time the next day, isn't it awesome? :) We have had fun! Then went home and got ready for the next day. &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; someone made my day!&lt;/em&gt; :B Hahah, made me super crazy yooo that i smiled to myself. Right Jo? Heeheee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月16日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Woke up and then went to prepare. Called Marianne, Joana and DXBC at their timings. Then went to meet them. Headed off to church and &lt;em&gt;it was really really really extremely cold! &lt;/em&gt;Freezing like madd! Okay then stayed for breakfast then we talked. HAHA, super funny yo! The keropok auntie. Then the guys know nothing about it too. Kinda freaked out. Took bus 39 together with Joana, Irwin, Mario. Marianne went to the blocks somewhere near tamp mall. Felt bad. :/ &amp;amp; yeah, someone kept making fun of me with the keropok auntie. Lol. Super funny! Then went home and back to church again. Latelatelatelate. Then served 11am mass. Then went to collect my specs. Followed by lunch and then was supposed to meet Mario at 201, but he isn't home yet. So went to church to meet jonchow. Then took bus and met Mario on the bus. Headed to T3's Macs. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;, i saw JILLIAN! HAHA, like finally! It goes like this, i walked in to see if there's seats. But not at all. I felt that someone was already staring at me from the outside. When i went out, she was looking at me straight into my face. That goes the same for me too. Guess what, we were like, Ohmygosh... and started laughing. HAHA. Funny! Lol. Then started studying soon after irwin came. Then funny things happened! Lol. Kept making fun of me. lol. Then blahblahblah, home. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Honestly, is it ever too late?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-565407588914779053?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/565407588914779053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=565407588914779053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/565407588914779053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/565407588914779053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-princess-this-aint-fairytale.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;104;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-2457589541122008293</id><published>2009-08-13T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:18:18.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kiss the rain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;2009年8月13日,Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY JONCHOW~ :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May you be blessed with happiness! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Today's okay. Went to school and got english results, prelim. So yeah. Ohwell, must really work really really really hard yo. Okay, then had funny with the usuals. HAHA. Then P.E, ran. :/ 1633. :( Dropped like shiaaaat! Anyway, i just recovered from my injury (somehow, not fully). Soyeah, quite good alrd! HAHA. :) Ohwell, work hard for that too. Ohwell, tired. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it had been a long time ever since my face turn red after running! yay! HAHA, okay siao. ahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;最近，我发现现在和以前不一样了。我应该保持乐观的态度去面对所有的难关。现在的世界是很有多不同的难关让我们体验和面对。还有，现在我发现很多人很可笑，很喜欢抄袭我。真的。总而言之，我不想管太多。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Have you ever wondered?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-2457589541122008293?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/2457589541122008293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=2457589541122008293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2457589541122008293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/2457589541122008293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiss-rain-2009813thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-692707179753962340</id><published>2009-08-10T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:03:00.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月8日,Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Woke up, went to meet marianne and headed to Novena. Then was crowded than usual. Then after Novena went to take bus and then went home first. Then went out to meet Joana at E!Hub then Rizkha came. Then after that studied then left at dinner time. We accompanied Rizkha to buy her dinner then to SUBWAY to buy mine. Then home. Then didn't go to somewhere b'cos it's so far and no one can come home with me. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月9日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMIRAH! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Helloyollow. Went to meet Jo at the bus stop, on the way Elize tapped me on the back. HAHA, gave me a fright! Then just nice Jo reached the bus stop. HAHHA, COINCIDENT! :) Cool uh. Then the bus came and headed to church. Then after mass, stayed for breakfast. Then the youth were only Jo, Marianne, Mario and i. Marianne went home and did not stay for breakfast. Then after that the aunties and uncles talked to us. HAHA, super funny luh! Then left with Uncle Victor, Mario, Jo and i. Then we talked, then after Uncle Victor left, there's this lady who asked Mario to help her carry a plate of Nasi Lemak when we were getting our food, came to us again. :/ Okay then we were like so ....... Okay. Went up for 11am mass then felt so different. Just weird. Lol. Then yaa, someone never tell me that he got no lesson. In the end he appeared. Lol. But thank goodness i went to, b'cos three of the youths were missing. I was stonning all the way during mass luh. SO TIREEED! &amp;amp; yeah, after so long, finally saw Darren Toh. Lol. Okay then went down, b'cos mummy daddy erge and matt waiting for me. Headed to 201 for lunch and went to check my eyesight. Then going to have new specs. Still black uh. HAHA. All the other colours i chose don't match me. :/ Okay whatever. Then went to new house and home. Slept and over slept. Was supposed to meet crazy babbeh but i overslept and was really weak to move. SORRY BABE! :( Then stayed home all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月10日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;HELLO! Woke up and got ready then left house early. Waited for Natasha at Tamp's Platform. Then headed to Airport and to T2 Macs, no space. It's under renovation. !#$%!@. Then headed to T3 Macs, yay! Okay then bought our lunch and ate. Then 12plus started studying. Then all the way till 4plus. Then we walked to T2 and took train home. Natasha alighted at Tamp. I didn't know she got a twin sister. HAHA. Ohwell, had a great day with her today. HAHAH. HOPE YOU ARE READING THIS NAT! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;you are really with me always to guide me ... ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-692707179753962340?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/692707179753962340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=692707179753962340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/692707179753962340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/692707179753962340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/08/200988saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-5064651179141733695</id><published>2009-08-06T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:48:08.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey my love;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366797792339002610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SnqyKFm3hPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hEj2JxTflYo/s200/cousins!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月6日,Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Helloyollowwellowmollow. Hah. Erm, woke up and went to school with i-don't-know what feelings. But then, quite okay. I'm seriously lost. Ohwell, although every single time when GOD gave a test to me and ask me to find and see who my true friends are. I found them, but the thing is that i'll always go back to square one again. I should have been this way earlier. &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry. :/ &lt;/em&gt;Only now i then realise who are those who treat me well and i overlook them. Then what did i do? I'm sorry to those. Sorry. Ohwell, with you people around, i can do it! With all of your support, i can. I can, yes i can. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Is it ever too late to realise?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-5064651179141733695?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/5064651179141733695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=5064651179141733695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/5064651179141733695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/5064651179141733695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-my-love-200986thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SnqyKFm3hPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hEj2JxTflYo/s72-c/cousins!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7193968864527381788</id><published>2009-08-05T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:37:57.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥HAPPY ONE HUNDRED POST! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello Nihaozxz! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月5日,Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Went to school today, filled with mixed feelings. Stress, worried, irritated, disturbed ecetera ecetera. I still continued with the rest of the day. Ohwell, had Oral. Overall, alright okay. HAH. Ohwell, i just don't understand why people like to gain sympathy from others and making the other one the bad person. Why don't you touch your heart and ask yourself, Do you feel good at all? I doubt so. Ohwell, i do not know what on earth did you tell others. So yeah. I tell you, i did nothing and my conscience is clear alright. I guess this is really really hyprocrisy. Soyeah. Anyway, thank goodness i have lovelies that are with me. :) Thanks loves! &lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;do you even feel a shit of goodness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7193968864527381788?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7193968864527381788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7193968864527381788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7193968864527381788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7193968864527381788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-one-hundred-post-hello-nihaozxz.html' title='♥HAPPY ONE HUNDRED POST! :)'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-8897165341815638316</id><published>2009-08-03T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:20:18.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:( boohoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello, imy:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月1日,Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I woke up and went for tuition. Then after that rushed to novena. Then came home and yeah, my auntie's still at my house. Haha. She's seriously very very funny and cute luh! Like my mummy. HAHA. :) Then went to Matthew's Birthday BBQ. Hahaha, though i had a strange feeling but kinda enjoyed it. HAHA. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yaaa! I realised i didnt really blog luh! Hooyooh. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月2日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I woke up so hyperly b'cos i had only like 4hours of sleep? Hahha, i was really hyper luh! Hahah, can't sit still. Lol. Went to meet 'Lize and Jo. Marianne didnt come b'cos she was really really tired. Then went to church and yeah breakfast. Then helped out in the canteen. I did the Prawn Noodle stall. Mygosh, so hot! I was perspiring like madddd! Hoho. Erm, yeah seriously super hot. &amp;amp; i learnt something somehow. hahha. Okay then left early bcos i got alot of things to do! &amp;amp; very cleverly i lost my coursework! (!!!) Ugh, forget it. It's over. Just get over it georginakwan! Tsk. Okay then was really super angry luh! Okay then after that waited for some people for so long. Then went to meet them. Called shirleen and complain and rant at her. (ohmygosh, so so so sorry!) Okay, then they asked why was i so angry. HAHA. Yeah, i was really angry like maddd! Duck. Lol. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; there's something else too luh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年8月3日,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Went to school. Had English &amp;amp; Chinese Languages Paper 1. Quite okay uh. HAHA. Lol, i felt so sleeeeeeeepy can? :( I guess i will screw it up. Eeeeeeeeeeeyer. Okay. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;Is this what you want, like seriously?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-8897165341815638316?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/8897165341815638316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=8897165341815638316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8897165341815638316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/8897165341815638316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;:( boohoo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6512066062486305326</id><published>2009-07-31T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:20:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholic Tragedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sitting at my doorstep, waiting for the right time to come. I guess, it's over now. I looked out at the sky and realise that how naive i was. I was really a naive child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I notice the difference in the clouds now, only now. Some pictures just caught my attention and it lead me back to the past memories.Now the story just ended like that. I realise that everything went wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Really wrong. I wondered who could take the sudden blow. I guess no one could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;No one, simply no one. I know it's a gift for every single soul to be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Right here, overcoming every obstacle that's coming right our way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I guess it's just the time that always heals the pain. I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Everything seemed to be turning in different direction and that made me want to end it right here. No doubts to that. How could this simply end it here? Only after many things happen i then realise who the truthful one are. It's just those 'You' i'm referring to. I know and greatly and gladly thank GOD for you. Besides all the encouragements and support, i felt like i own the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The happiness couldn't be described. Not like as if you wont the lottery and feeling delirious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well, i guess no one can help me now. I feel out of place. No where to be seen, no where to be found. Just lost in the woods. All dark and deep. Lost. The only word that you can find in the dictionary now. I need to get out. But there's no light for me. No one can help me, even if myself i doubt i could too. Now, i feel i'm going deep into depression. Seriously. That's all i could say. I feel that death coming over me. But i have to be composed and be positive. &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need more encouragements and support.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm not as strong as i may look by the appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's just being empathetic ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6512066062486305326?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6512066062486305326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6512066062486305326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6512066062486305326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6512066062486305326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/07/melancholic-tragedy.html' title='&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melancholic Tragedy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7892194975548212498</id><published>2009-07-29T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:13:27.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.C.U.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Okay, you know what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;This really sucks. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Seriously serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I just can't take it no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I need encouragements before i explode and vanish. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;So yeah, i'm so so so so so so so going to have depression. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;H E L P! :( :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I guess i'm losing all my A's. :( Goneee~ :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Seriously seriously seriously serious. How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Ugh, &amp;amp; also it's about when there's them, there's no me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;You people won't know how i feel ya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;You might not think so that you are treating someone else whom you claim to trust like you really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It really really shows otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;So yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7892194975548212498?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7892194975548212498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7892194975548212498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7892194975548212498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7892194975548212498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/07/fcuk.html' title='&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;F.C.U.K.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-6545682571144076040</id><published>2009-07-19T12:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:21:40.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SWEET 16TH JO!♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SmKpm8747sI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y95FYowLlUU/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360032993181757122" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SmKpm8747sI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y95FYowLlUU/s200/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SmKpzahNo6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/w-5dRnCxCG8/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360033207281361826" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SmKpzahNo6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/w-5dRnCxCG8/s200/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SmKpzcQ_p3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Pq_GA7ZiPps/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360033207750207346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SmKpzcQ_p3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Pq_GA7ZiPps/s200/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HEYYO BELOVED;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年7月18日,Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Woke up and went for novena. Studied on the bus on the way there. Then i got headache, also felt like vomitting. So i stopped. After novena waited for the bus. Went to central to meet Elize. Then we went to buy bubble tea. Green Apple Milkshake. :) Then went to look for cake. So depressing, didnt know what you like eh Jo! Sorry! :( So we chose that MANGO PARADISE. :) Then we went to Aunty Dorothy's house to leave the cake with her. Then i went home and went to meet Fatima to study. HOWEVER, church was super packed so no place. Her dad came to fetch us to her house. Then before 6, her dad fetch me to church. THANKS V.M! :) Ohwell, i guess ytd was a very busy day for me though. SERIOUSLY. Ohwell. Haha. Okay then had youth mass. Mygosh, the first song's ONE WAY! :))) So hyper mygosh. I wanted to join those people who were really jumping! BUT, so paiseh! :X Anyway, yesyes! I'm so going to love the people who chose ONEWAY! :) Ohwell. Then just when mass just started, my headache and the feeling of vomitting is bad! Mygosh. :( Then i was off-duty. SO SORRY PEOPLE! :( I totally sucked kay? Like, a burden. Ugh. Then when mass finished, i went for the healing. &amp;amp; yeah, i didn't pray for myself, i meant health. Lol. Okay i was really weak yesterday. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年7月19日,Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Okay i didn't serve mass. Not feeling well and mummy and daddy didnt allow me to. I even have to insist to go to church so that i can surprise Jo. Thank goodness i can make it. Okay, i reached there and they were having breakfast. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we gave her the surprise. :) A SUCCESS! :) Hahah, Jo was really surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jo! : JO, hope you like the present and the surprise! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Special thanks to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Auntie Dorothy. Uncle Victor. 6.45 mass aunties and uncles. :) . Then our usual group! :) THANKS ALOT FOR THE HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Labels: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Memories lasts forever &amp;amp; ever, be it good or bad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-6545682571144076040?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/6545682571144076040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=6545682571144076040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6545682571144076040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/6545682571144076040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyyo-beloved-2009718saturday.html' title='&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH JO!♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;'/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SmKpm8747sI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y95FYowLlUU/s72-c/DSC01275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-7860811705444372615</id><published>2009-07-11T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:14:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey there beloved;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年7月11日,Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Heyyo, today went to meet Marianne at the bus stop then walked to bus5's bus stop. Took bus to Novena. The journey was very fast today, haha. I guess it was because we talked the whole ride there and back! :) Therefore, we reached there early. It rained though. While Novena was finishing, it rained heavier. So thank goodness i brought umbrella! Waited for bus then headed to Loyang point to buy bubble tea. Then i went to Marianne's house. Hahah, super hilarious though. :) Then after that waited for Pet to come and the tuitor. Then left. Then came home and waited for marianne to contact me. Went to central then talked under my block. Hahah, super funny leh! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;我想，我想我从头开始就错了。真的错了。我好想好想告诉姐姐很多很多的东西。在你面前时说不出话来，所以我就免了。但是在这了我想说声谢谢你对不起。谢谢你的简讯。我知道错了。我想我是太过自私了。很对不起，二哥曾经对我说过。但我真的没办法。我真的真得很累。仿佛活不下去了。我知道这是生命的一段顺练。是上帝给我们的考验，我全都知道。所以在这了要对你说，对不起 和 谢谢你！谢谢你这些年的关照。有可能现在以太迟了。我还有很多话要说但说不出，给我多一点时间吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels:&lt;em&gt;我想，我想我从头开始就错了。真的错了。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-7860811705444372615?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/7860811705444372615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=7860811705444372615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7860811705444372615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/7860811705444372615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-there-beloved-2009711saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3421102148400197128</id><published>2009-07-08T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:54:59.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SlRfWGbiR8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/r0N7OPBuzS8/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356010690138228674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SlRfWGbiR8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/r0N7OPBuzS8/s200/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey there beloved;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年7月8日, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! &lt;3 May your health be improved more and more and more and more! Thank you for being there for us always and forever. :) If it weren't for you, i guess i'll still be living in fears since the incident in sec2. THANK YOU DADDY! &lt;33333loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY SWEEEEET 16TH MUNEERA! TWINNIE! MAY all dreams and wishes come true! May you be blessed with good health too! &lt;3 All the best in whatever you do! &lt;33yaloads! I miss 2/4'0h'7 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hellohellowellow! Okay went to school today. Ohyeah, yesterday i was hyper like madd! Really crazy know? I laughed like maddd! Muahah! Hahahah, lol. Okay, continue with today. Met Jolene and walked to school. Okay school was fun today also somehow. hahaha, then had lessons. Lessons could be said as really mad now. &amp;amp; y'know what? Preparation Exams are like next week and we have got no idea about the timetable yet. Soyeah, FASTER PRINT OUT! :( Next, tomorrow i'll be having my N Level Oral Exam. Mygosh, so scary. Hope i'll do well despite my damn horrible sore throat and cough. Lol. Wish me luck!Hahah. Toodles loved ones; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;I'll be there ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24720240-3421102148400197128?l=dandelionspromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/feeds/3421102148400197128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24720240&amp;postID=3421102148400197128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3421102148400197128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24720240/posts/default/3421102148400197128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dandelionspromises.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-there-beloved-200978-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>georgina rachel kwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00561719397320706782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INaTSpEDKLY/TjAC1xoRwsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tzS3EYfSAr8/s220/blessedgirlever.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SlRfWGbiR8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/r0N7OPBuzS8/s72-c/DSC01244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720240.post-3971423735798385707</id><published>2009-07-05T09:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:34:18.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'> you suck like shiaat!       [ I really need someone now. :( ] </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey there beloved;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2009年7月5日, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;FIRSTLY, HAPPY SWEEEEEET 16TH BRANDON!! (MUMMY!) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;May all dreams and wishes come true yo! :) Hahhaah, must find a "Daddy" for me ya! Hehheh. Love ya manymany!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354789605561444946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE-zXLbxMug/SlAIxn5xqlI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BFzMK8icWD4/s200/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hello wellow yellow mellow yoyo! Hahaha. Okay, woke up then Dad's in the toilet! AHHH. Okay then rushed. Almost late though. As in for meeting the girls. I met them on the bus then went to church. Yeaaaaaah! Elize's with us today! Long time never see her already, mygosh. Hahah. Then mass, the usuals. Heiwo's in attachment today. Talked to her. HAHA, she's blurrr. Anyway, it's in the morning though. Can't blame her! :B Okay then had breakfast and talks. HAHA, Uncle Victor's funny! :) Hahah. Okay, later meeting the rest for studying. (Hmm.. who uh?) OHYEAH! I miss crazy babbeh! :( Faster finish your camp! HAHA.Okay and the rest of the day should be the same ba. See you soon lovely people and loved ones! &lt;3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Labels: &lt;em&gt;you are the cause of your own problem... 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