<?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-8947655302490052290</id><updated>2011-07-31T17:39:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO!YO!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-3697127090258437649</id><published>2009-10-08T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:36:18.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i believe, being alone is the right thing for me. i mean single. i never can stand the rope that is tying between two person. im like a bird that cant or never want to be in a cage ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-3697127090258437649?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/3697127090258437649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-being-alone-is-right-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/3697127090258437649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/3697127090258437649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-being-alone-is-right-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-288659026624067488</id><published>2009-09-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:27:47.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays, tmr morning be flying off. and i have not slp. hahas. i will miss ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. must take the chance to tink over in china. do not let my heart take control over me. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-288659026624067488?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-2399028752615192993</id><published>2009-09-05T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:22:26.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day!</title><content type='html'>okays, let's post. hahas. finally, her story ended. i hope he wont be back and pester her again with all those lame shit lies. such an asshole, it was when today he told her he actually like another girl! wtf! den why exactly is he doing all those stuffs to even make her cry? no brain. lame shit. hope she will do fine. i'll be off for china in one day! yaahooo!! Hahas! SOOOOO DAMNNN excited. but i will miss ma, pa, da, er lor. suddenly feel very sad when at that time i need to stay at terrence house the night b4 i left for china. i dun want man!!! i wan to stay the last night with my family.! i hope i can cheer her up tmr. that's if we can meet up. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-2399028752615192993?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/2399028752615192993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-more-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/2399028752615192993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/2399028752615192993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-more-day.html' title='1 more day!'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-6917589972556942505</id><published>2009-09-03T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:45:00.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two more days!</title><content type='html'>two more days! i'll be flying to china for 2 weeks! and i haven pack yet. LOLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-6917589972556942505?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/6917589972556942505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/6917589972556942505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/6917589972556942505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-more-days.html' title='two more days!'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-3469289375676164658</id><published>2009-08-31T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:02:02.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what to do already. why im i feeling this way? i don't want. i hope. the china trip be a trip for me to refresh my mind and the time to think throughly. i dun wan this feeling again. it only brought pain to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-3469289375676164658?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-3738402253977022477</id><published>2009-08-31T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:54:28.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's when she told me bout everything. bout how he cheated her. hide it from her. i still find myself speechless. all i can tink of was to try my best to let her feel btr. but how? seeing her suffer like this from time to time. makes me sad. i cant do anything! all i can do was say some useless stuff. or mayb i can bring her somewhr fun to let her release off her agony. all i wan to do was her to be cheerful again. not with those swelling char siew bao eyes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-3738402253977022477?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-3031161058184506834</id><published>2009-08-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:04:41.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i wish..</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i really wish i could fall for a girl now. but i couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;today, an asshole made a beautiful girl cried. it makes my heart breaks.&lt;br /&gt;but i do not know what is she thinking. falling for guys easily. she has a soft heart. time to time. she cried. yet i cant do anything. i find myself speechless. i tried to cheer her up. like the way i did during my secondary ones and two days to cheer girls up. but it wont worked anymore. i hope i can help her every time. but how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://www.heysurvey.com/survey/show/id/11221/stress-analyse-on-youth.html"&gt; Stress Please! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-1528793179135800863?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/1528793179135800863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/07/stress-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/1528793179135800863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/1528793179135800863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/07/stress-please.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-7396555675112709619</id><published>2009-07-07T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:30:23.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hais, sad sad sad sad, damn sad only. was looking forward to meeting. but in the end cancelled. sian. damn sad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-7372403747285175445</id><published>2009-06-18T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:54:16.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's when i realize it myself, i dun dare to say it out.&lt;div&gt;it's when i know wat's wrong, i dun dare to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even when im clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, kayak sprint seems cool. learnt quite alot of skills today, on the t boat only. tried to balance on the k old, but fucking failed. lols. ahhhhh.. now let you see how fast k2 boat can go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/io4uAo3ObWM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/io4uAo3ObWM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-7372403747285175445?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/7372403747285175445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-when-i-realize-it-myself-i-dun-dare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/7372403747285175445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/7372403747285175445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-when-i-realize-it-myself-i-dun-dare.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-2085771202846563437</id><published>2009-06-16T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:06:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wat the fuck, keeping my anger down makes me feel useless. fuck. arragont bastard. i dun like him more and more each time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck. cooling time. meditate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-2085771202846563437?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/2085771202846563437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-8902636812727730820</id><published>2009-05-23T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:01:34.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvg7gYg7EyA/ShbaYvDgeII/AAAAAAAAAI0/y-0UMHdD9Ak/s1600-h/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338694526777194626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvg7gYg7EyA/ShbaYvDgeII/AAAAAAAAAI0/y-0UMHdD9Ak/s320/Image137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's when things become so so so so unpredictable, one moment we are laughing away tgt the next we are not talking anymore, it let me doubt about you alot. im sad im disappointed, and abit angry. but who is to be blamed? i've got no answers for that. cox blaming wont help putting the broken pieces back tgt again. it's just a chain, it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just sad to see this kind of things happening in just the first few weeks of sch. why does it have to be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's when no pain no gain begins to appear infront of me. i must have discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how much does a relationship weigh to you when you got into another relationship after a month plus from the previous one? to me i say it weighs, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-8902636812727730820?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/8902636812727730820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-when-things-become-so-so-so-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/8902636812727730820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/8902636812727730820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-when-things-become-so-so-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvg7gYg7EyA/ShbaYvDgeII/AAAAAAAAAI0/y-0UMHdD9Ak/s72-c/Image137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-6104881825258365951</id><published>2009-04-22T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:54:14.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really love basketball, i want to get into np team no matter wat. I WILL DO MY VERY BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-6104881825258365951?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/6104881825258365951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-love-basketball-i-want-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/6104881825258365951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/6104881825258365951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-love-basketball-i-want-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-7058233818410478864</id><published>2009-04-17T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:29:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soo.. i accidently deleted my cbox. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cox... i mistaken it for my media box. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been coughing for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having this kind oif on off flu for the pass few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been this sick for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wondering about the question for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been questioning myself for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been lazy for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been up for too late this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun even know if i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun even know if i like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun even want to approach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems im quite lost these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stammer upon talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.. miss her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow your heart is crap, follow wat's right leads you to the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's trust myself and go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about this another time. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-7058233818410478864?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/7058233818410478864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/04/soo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/7058233818410478864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/7058233818410478864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/04/soo.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-9170702380074297615</id><published>2009-04-02T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:17:12.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mayb i dun really like or can accept clubbing. it's just not really my kind of thing. hais. it just made me tink that girls. that go to those kind of place. i cant trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont give up, not ever. i'll do my best to achieve wat i want.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i do not have anything to blog about, but i just need a space to talk to myself. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HUNGRY HUNGRY! THIRSTY THIRSTY! HUNGRY THIRSTY! THIRSTY HUNGRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-9170702380074297615?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/9170702380074297615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/04/mayb-i-dun-really-like-or-can-accept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/9170702380074297615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/9170702380074297615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/04/mayb-i-dun-really-like-or-can-accept.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-3255795517237663257</id><published>2009-03-17T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:33:44.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway! again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're bored in the middle of the night. you can go &lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net/"&gt;www.stevenlim.net&lt;/a&gt; to entertain yourself by making yourself puke or vomit in front of your computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-3255795517237663257?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/3255795517237663257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/anyway-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/3255795517237663257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/3255795517237663257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/anyway-again.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-1511424414967974527</id><published>2009-03-17T00:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:09:21.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if only i had the chance.. but i know it's quite hard to have. but i believe, i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how hard is it for a gal to say i love you to a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb it's just me. i know, even if both parties knew bout each other's feelings. it wont get thru me. im not ready for any of these things. not for a year not for a few years later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to find a delivery company that deliever &lt;em&gt;watever? den you gonna choosee...... dodododododoododododododododoododo(drumrolls LOLS!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kquiJR3j_5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kquiJR3j_5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- WTH the video title says it all. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. wat if you wanna beat someone far away in another country?&lt;br /&gt;now you can just simply call DHL beat up the post man badly, and simply sign it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-1511424414967974527?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/1511424414967974527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-only-i-had-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/1511424414967974527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/1511424414967974527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-only-i-had-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-7604432582681983154</id><published>2009-03-09T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:54:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dun Wish To Miss The Chance To Know You More...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. MUHEHEHEHS! :D tmr den reply tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-7604432582681983154?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/7604432582681983154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/dun-wish-to-miss-chance-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/7604432582681983154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/7604432582681983154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/dun-wish-to-miss-chance-to-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-5314763882624742803</id><published>2009-03-08T12:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:06:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MIRACLES DO HAPPEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvg7gYg7EyA/SbNPhbwyb-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TSOxnROWeWk/s1600-h/GNS_topmain_banner_001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310675821406613474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 581px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvg7gYg7EyA/SbNPhbwyb-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TSOxnROWeWk/s320/GNS_topmain_banner_001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ole/Ozoro, Nigeria, Jan 09&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deaf&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;dumb&lt;/em&gt; hears and speaks&lt;br /&gt;A girl, deaf and dumb for 20 years heard and spoke clearly. Her brother saw her giving the testimony and ran onto the platform to embrace her and they rejoiced together.&lt;br /&gt;A 35-year-old man deaf and dumb from birth could suddenly hear and pronounce words with astounding clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man born crippled walks&lt;br /&gt;Another man, 32 years old was born crippled. All of his life he had crawled from place to place on his hands and knees which were visibly calloused and as worn as an old shoe. Tonight the power of God came upon him and he walked for the first time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the brochure i've got, it says this on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinhard Bonnke is known worldwide for his dynamic meetings where millions have found peace, hope, joy and physical healings through the power of &lt;em&gt;jesus christ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they interprete nine language including sign language too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe? note down all your comments ba. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-5314763882624742803?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/5314763882624742803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/miracles-do-happen-do-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/5314763882624742803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/5314763882624742803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/miracles-do-happen-do-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvg7gYg7EyA/SbNPhbwyb-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TSOxnROWeWk/s72-c/GNS_topmain_banner_001%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947655302490052290.post-2871698363143489014</id><published>2009-03-06T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:01:15.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I Wish I Could Have Know You More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving for love? nah. im just so in love. HAHAHS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947655302490052290-2871698363143489014?l=howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/feeds/2871698363143489014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-wish-i-could-have-know-you-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/2871698363143489014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947655302490052290/posts/default/2871698363143489014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howiwishicouldhaveknowyoumore.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-wish-i-could-have-know-you-more.html' title=''/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00785991907505722844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
